If you want a legal alternative, I can:

Leo Valdez wiped his grease-stained hands on his jeans and squinted at the screen. "Okay, I give up. What is that? Some kind of cipher? A prophecy? Because if it is, the Oracle is getting really specific about file resolutions."

Before Percy could react, a blinding blue light erupted from the monitor. It didn't feel like a hologram; it smelled like salt water and stale pizza. The light swirled, forming a miniature vortex right there on the desk.