Zeno blinked at the man who had called out to him. He appeared like a scammer waving Zeno over.
Somehow, that made Zeno intrigued. He liked that the guy appeared dressed to be in his parents' basement.
"Come here, kid. Just one shot. One perfect shot," he said, gesturing toward the gleaming PRYSM360.
Zeno approached with slow steps. His expression didn't change much—he just tilted his head slightly and squinted at the contraption. It had limbs, lights, spinning cameras, and glowing panels. It looked like a small spaceship, one he found lingering around their planet from time to time.
"…What is this?" Zeno asked quietly, eyes scanning the machine.
"The PRYSM360," the operator said, patting the camera arm. "Top of the line. It records you very speedily, and then we slow it down and post it on every official platform."
"Why?"
The operator froze.
"…Why what?" he asked.
"Why does it exist?" Zeno asked again, completely serious.
