It's unfortunate that I don't have Count Zero/Quarantine era Nikon Zeiss eye implants. That way I wouldn't have to just WISH I HAD A DAMNED CAMERA when I'm at work.
I could look, see that thing I'd love to photograph, trigger a little muscle switch and snap snap snap away.
Of course... in Quarantine the cords ran through his body and the main power unit was housed somewhwere in his guts. Which made it interesting when he decided to return it.
And it was really a camera unit in both cases.
But dammit.
That would still be great.

Cameras are really just the tap on the shoulder and the pointing finger. The "hey, check that out" for me. I just want someone else to see what I saw.
Tomorrow I'm taking the damned camera.
None of the shots will be there.

But at least I'll get to take a picture of the gruesome "don't put your hands in here" warning in spanish that's on the bailer.