Not super! A lot of them are "Blue Sun," which isn't even the star they're presently orbiting but a completely different one.

Maybe that's like the East India Company or something. The blue sun logo is also unhelpful. Oh well.

It's probably* less imperialistic capitalist oppression than the East India Company! 

*really it depends on how you calculate it. The East India Company was more overtly terrible but the population of India was much smaller. 

Eventually they come to the place Seymour drops off the load of crops; a giant industrial warehouse of some kind. Lucy solicits from Seymour directions to somewhere you can pay for Cortex access, a pawn shop, and a hotel; she receives the first but the latter two he hasn't really had reason to look for in the city before. 

"You never get delayed and have to stay overnight?"

"I'd rather get back to town real late. The floater has lights, it's safe."

"Fair enough. Thanks for the ride."

"Y'welcome!" 

"Maybe we can find the other things using the Cortex. Is that a thing Internets do? Is the answer obvious enough that it's a silly question from your point of view?"

"Yes and yes."

"Oh well. At least it's not no and yes."

"I would have preferred a recommendation because it can be hard to figure out which ones are good on the internet but we can probably find something okay." Isabella starts following Seymour's directions.

She follows. "I'm really glad one of us knows what an Internet is, if I were by myself this would be a lot harder."

"What would you've done?"

"Well, not even known to ask, for one. Gone around asking random people random extremely weird questions until someone pointed me at it anyway. Had to ask what the heck it was, probably."

"I mean I wouldn't have known what the word cortex meant either by name. I think it's like, a lobe of the brain?"

"The entire outside of the brain."

"Anyway, I won't know what I'd do with an actual Internet, Cortex, whatever, until I see what it's like."

"We will show you when we get there and, uh, catch up on it ourselves!"

Walk walk.

"Yeah, I guess it would change a lot." 

Here is an internet cafe like thing with no actual comestible services where they can pay for Cortex access. In creds, not plat. 

She got half her money in creds, so she can get them a console and start poking around on it while the others look over her shoulder.

The user interface isn't a whole lot like using a desktop computer in 2006, but it's not totally unrecognizable. There isn't a discrete browser separate from the other functions, and things are a little more freeform and a little less grid layout, and it's all touchscreen, no keyboard or mouse, but she should be able to navigate okay after some experimenting. 

First she will book them three beds' worth of hotel room in walking distance. Then: "What do you wanna know first?"

"Hmmm. What does political activism mostly look like?"

"That's a sort of broad question. Let's see..." What does "political interest group" get her?