Surfing in the data world

Mei wanders in the net. The sea of binary code seems a splendid artwork to her, the most impressive ever created. It plows through fragments of data that no one will ever analyze, abandoned at the bottom of the digital abyss. Archaeological remains of data from ancient times. She watches the flow of the code move as if it were the waves of an ocean

At some point, she stops. She smilеs. She starts his secret еxecutable file. In the hidden holes of that artificial sea, she hides a small backup file. She calls it “Mei/restore.” “If anything should happen to me,” she thinks