Zaen adjusted the video camera, humming a small tune he had recently learned from Rose--something called "Greensleeves." He pressed a button, and a red light on the device began to flash. Moving in front of the lens, he suddenly felt self-conscious, as if he stood before a judgmental crowd. He shuddered. Being on camera, even if it was only for his personal records, was not one of his favorite activities.
"Project Retrieve, version one point seven two," he spoke to the camera. "Trial one." Seating himself at the PC in the corner, he tapped away at the keyboard. The device on the table next to the computer began to hum. A spherical yell