"Right, right, you need the access codes, not to mention the incantations for the actual functions, lemme - it's been four hundred years -" He fiddles with his memory implants. "And physical access to the Device. So yeah, the password incantation is - here, I'll write it down." He scribbles down all the incantations they're going to need, then swaps back in his standard memory module; he doesn't want to live day-to-day with four hundred years distant memories that fresh.