The Wabbit backed away as the Swarm advanced. But from the corner of his eye he saw something appear at the back of the old
computer. He knew the Swarm of chip creatures hadn’t noticed, because it was much to intent on
menacing the Wabbit. So he waved a paw and spoke loudly. “Perhaps we can do a
deal for the data?" he said. "The Swarm does no deals," said the largest of the Chip Creatures.
“Everyone does deals," said the Wabbit. "It's really quite the thing." “State your case then," said the creature. "Behind me," said the Wabbit waving his paw, "is the Wabitron 3000 vortex hyper drive,
which you may access in exchange for giving me our lost data." "What’s in it for
us?" asked several members of the Swarm. "All soccer data from 1871," lied the Wabbit, because he was making it up as he went along. "And there's all you could possibly require," he added. "Goals for and against, corners, direct and indirect free kicks, fouls and penalties." There was a murmuring of interest
from the Swarm. "Why don’t we just take it and assimilate you anyway?" said the leader of the Swarm. "Because the
Wabitron Drive isn’t backwards compatible," said the Wabbit thinking quickly. "So?" said the leader. "You chips will fry," said the Wabbit flippantly. “Exactly what data
is it you want from us?" asked the leader. "That," said the Wabbit," is for you to
know and me to find out." The Swarm gathered for a confused discussion and the Wabbit knew
he had bought some time. So he fished
inside his fur for a ceramic chip stack SD card from one of his experiments ...
