This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Electronic edition, 2011
Data and code swirled in bright colors. Shelly focused on the central point. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of roses. Breathing really was a misnomer here. There was no air in the Dive to breathe, just electrical impulses interpreted by the brain as sights, sounds, and smells.
She stared deeper into the center of the winding brush strokes of color, holding the rosy aroma. She dug deeper, seeking the secondary scent of the program, the true essence. It was like those old 3D paintings. Stare at them long enough and the hidden picture would appear.