Your eyes are full, full of the future of us [Accidental Video]
[The video feed switches on when clumsy hands pick the PCD off the ground and turn it over to examine it, revealing, in a flash, small, bare feet, a thin, child's chest in a too large shirt, and then finally a young child's face. He's roughly 10-12 years old and has a mess of hair in his face, obscuring his eyes and giving him a slightly blank expression.
He stares down at the PCD in silence for a moment before looking up and away, into the empty distance. Tentatively, he calls out.]
... Freya? Freya, what is this thing supposed to do?
[No response. He bites at his bottom lip and looks all around and, if one it particularly observant, he might appear to be growing fairly anxious.]
I don't like this game, Freya, can we go back to the orphanage now?
[More silence. This time when he speaks, it is only because he's hugging the PCD to his chest that it's audible at all.]
Freya?
He stares down at the PCD in silence for a moment before looking up and away, into the empty distance. Tentatively, he calls out.]
... Freya? Freya, what is this thing supposed to do?
[No response. He bites at his bottom lip and looks all around and, if one it particularly observant, he might appear to be growing fairly anxious.]
I don't like this game, Freya, can we go back to the orphanage now?
[More silence. This time when he speaks, it is only because he's hugging the PCD to his chest that it's audible at all.]
Freya?