In a corner of the screen the video feed from his backpack panned side-to-side scanning the room behind him for anything of interest. Beside it was a feed of messages being sent to him from strangers from all over the world. They were all watching the webcam as it streamed over his iPhone tethered Internet connection and commenting inanely about the things that happened behind him nearly every moment. He rarely paid any attention to their chaotic chatter, except when one of their remarks was voted important enough, but they were in fact steering the pan-tilt mechanism of his rear-facing camera simply by clicking where they wanted it to go. They were an audience, and a crowd-sourced pattern recognizer. Occasionally they would bring his attention to something happening behind his back, but mostly they just made sure the camera was pointed in the right direction. This morning they were discussing his need to do laundry.