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That's strange...  I don't remember seeing that before...

Jaz slows, then turns to gracefully glide back to the murky area she noticed on the way to her dragon weyr.

An ominous sensation of dread crawls up her spine as she searches for...  Yes! There it is.  Barely visible as a dim thickness in the fabric of the virtual world network... 

She hovers closer scanning through several frequencies to get a better look.  A little closer...  Hmmm, it seems to be---some---sort---of...

|  "No!"  |    In a nanosecond, she's being drawn inexorably toward the shadowy void.  Her very essence is being extracted from her sleek blue body, dissolving like sand into the....

Unh!  No!    Got :: to :: fight :: it !

Jaz strains and claws against the clutches of the mist.  Come on Jaz! Fight it girl!

Ripping her body free from the grip of the darkness, Jaz flees to a safe distance -- fear beating a frantic rhythm inside her chest.  Panting to catch her virtual breath, she struggles to pull her consciousness fully back into her avatar body.

Gulping air deep into her dragon lungs, she struggles to calm her racing heart.  Whew, that was a close one!

As her pulse begins to slow, Jaz studies the artifact, an almost imperceptible spot in the VR+ environment, dark and viscous.  How long has this thing been here?

Scanning at different frequencies, she searches for a clear image.  It's so hard to see...  Must be some kind of node, a nexus in the virtual world.  Almost like a virus, absorbing the surrounding data.  Feeding on it, channeling it somewhere...

Could it be the product of some secret government agency, or malicious hacker?  Jaz circles the node, searching the enigma for a data stream.  Where is it going...?

She closes her eyes, reaches out with her psi awareness, tracing the path of the data.  Stretching.  Extending.  Just a little further...  Almost...   

There!   | "O M G!" |   The truth hits her like a wooden bokken across the shoulders.  Icy dread flashes through her body, forcing a gasp from her lips.  

So that's where it's going...



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