Clint has dug into the cooler, pulling out a rootbeer... in a glass bottle, fancy stuff... and cracked the cap off with his ring. He takes a long swig of the liquid before speaking. He points to the glasses that they had given Jim, then his own sitting on his crown.
"It's all built in video and audio. Just look and talk, it'll record everything POV and transcribe into the hard drive of the laptop. The squints can deal with all the mucking around in the data after we're done. All you have to do is press the button on the side of the frames to stop and start."
Its about then that the ten minute window for the unlocked doors ends, a small alarm sounds again and the hiss of the doors sealing before silence. Fifteen plus hours and counting.
Clint flipped open the laptop, booted up the system for direct data transcription. Then he digs around for the Pandora system. "You like Big Band or old school Rock?"
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"It's all built in video and audio. Just look and talk, it'll record everything POV and transcribe into the hard drive of the laptop. The squints can deal with all the mucking around in the data after we're done. All you have to do is press the button on the side of the frames to stop and start."
Its about then that the ten minute window for the unlocked doors ends, a small alarm sounds again and the hiss of the doors sealing before silence. Fifteen plus hours and counting.
Clint flipped open the laptop, booted up the system for direct data transcription. Then he digs around for the Pandora system. "You like Big Band or old school Rock?"