Was it just his imagination or was the backpack heavier. Its hard plastic shell was empty, aside from the netbook humming its exhaust out the vents in the side. It was hot from lying in the sun soaking up solar power to keep the batteries charged. The camera spun inside a glass globe that protruded from the back directly above the solar cell. It peered up at him as he rummaged through the pockets to find his headset. He slung the pack over his shoulder and donned his headset, a unwieldy affair involving a pair of glasses with a display monocle beneath his right eye, and a small camera which was connected to the laptop by a wire. He clicked on the display and a login screen appeared. He dug in his pocket for his phone and switched to the remote control app to log in. Instantly he was greeted by an onslaught of message bubbles, new emails, tweets, and news stories. They all flashed by unnoticed as he strapped on his helmet and finished packing. Later he would wish he had paid more attention.