Artemis- Laptop/Hologram Projector

Artemis placed his case on the table, popped it open, and spun the
lid to reveal a screen inside. For a moment his delight in gadgetry
surfaced, and he even managed a faint grin in Foaly’s direction. The
grin stretched his lips no more than an inch.
“Look. You’ll like this little box.”
Foaly snickered. “Oh my stars! Is that . . . could that possibly be . . .
a laptop? You have shamed us all with your brilliance, Arty.”
The centaur’s sarcasm drew groans from everyone.
“What?” he protested. “It’s a laptop. Even humans can’t expect
anyone to be impressed by a laptop.”
“If I know Artemis,” said Holly, “something impressive is about to
happen. Am I right?”
“You may judge for yourself,” said Artemis, pressing his thumb
against a scanner on the case.
The scanner flickered, considering the proffered thumb, then flashed
green, deciding to accept it. Nothing happened for a second or two,
then a motor inside the case buzzed as though there were a small
satisfied cat stretching in the case’s belly.
“Motor,” said Foaly. “Big deal.”
The lid’s reinforced metal corners suddenly detached, blasting away
from the lid with a squirt of propellant, and suckered themselves to the
ceiling. Simultaneously, the screen unfolded until it was more than
three feet square with speaker bars along each edge.
“So it’s a big screen,” Foaly said. “This is just grandstanding. All we
needed were a few sets of V-goggles.”
Artemis pressed another button on the case, and the metal corners
suckered to the ceiling revealed themselves to be projectors, spewing
forth streams of digi-data that coalesced in the center of the room to
form a rotating model of the planet Earth. The screen displayed the
Fowl Industries company logo surrounded by a number of files.
“It’s a holographic case,” said Foaly, delighted to remain
unimpressed. “We’ve had those for years.”
“It is not a holographic case—the case is completely real,” corrected
Artemis. “But the images you will see are holographic. I have made a
few upgrades to the LEP system. The case is synced with several
satellites, and the onboard computers can construct real-time images of
objects not inside the sensors’ range.”
“I’ve got one of those at home,” mumbled the centaur. “For my
kids’ game console.”
“And the system has smart interactive intelligence so I can construct
or alter models by hand, so long as I’m wearing V-gloves,” Artemis
went on.
Foaly scowled. “Okay, Mud Boy. That is good.” But he couldn’t
help adding the P.S.: “For a human.”
Vinyáya’s pupils contracted in the light from the projectors. “This is
all very pretty, Fowl, but we still don’t know the point of this
meeting.”
Artemis stepped into the hologram and inserted his hands into two
V-gloves floating over Australia. The gloves were slightly transparent
with thick tubular digits and an unsophisticated polystyrene-look
render. Once again the briefcase’s sensor flickered thoughtfully before
deciding to accept Artemis’s hands. The gloves beeped softly and
shrank to form a second skin around his fingers, each knuckle
highlighted by a digi-marker.
...

“We are all getting warm,” said Artemis. “That is the problem.” He
picked up the Earth hologram with one hand and spun it like a
basketball.
...

“Go on, human,” she said quietly, her words buoyed by authority.
“Tell us.”
Artemis used the V-gloves to highlight Earth’s glaciated areas and
rearranged the ice mass into a square. “Covering glaciers is an
excellent idea, but even if the topography were this simple—a flat
square—it would take several armies half a century to get the job
done.”

- The Atlantis Complex, Chapter 1