“I’m not sure why you insist on recording things on your little phone,” Krel said, not even bothering to look over at you as he heard you go into his work room. Each of his four arms was busy with something, his music playing loudly from the floating sphere he’d designed. He didn’t even have to look at you to know you were probably recording.

“You have your own memories, yes? Why waste time on taking videos in your phone, my love?”