[The view isn't of the person holding the NV, but of the trees and sky, the rustling of the leaves in the wind making the same sound as the rustling of clothes. The NV was moving, and there's a flash of a coat, part of it blowing in the wind as he finally settles down in the middle of all the trees.]I've been here for nineteen days now. I've been ( Read more... )

[When the NV is turned on, there is the soft murmur of voices; the sound of one person talking, and then a second, and they go back and forth for a few minutes in what could only be called question and answer. Routine questions, really. The feed turns off before text appears.]

Whatever I put this pen down to paper will be sent to everyone, from ( Read more... )