I set up Skylar an account on our old G4 desktop today and showed her how to log in. She spent a few minutes poking around in Google Images -- with the strict safe search on, naturally -- and then grew disenchanted. But she was back at it later. "What are you doing?," I asked her. "I'm trying to get into other people's accounts." I suppressed a smile. "But you don't know their passwords." Skylar beamed up at me. "I'm just going to type in letters and numbers all day until I figure one out." She may not have much interest in television. She may not spend much time on the computer. But she already has impulses that inspire a mixture of admiration and fear.