[ WP ] So as it turns out , when you blink , you take a screenshot of that moment in your life and it 's sent to the FBI . One day , they call you in and ask you about the screenshots on December 20th , 2013 .

I stared in disbelief at the photo. 
 
 `` How did you get this?'' I asked, my voice shaking. 
 
 `` It does n't matter.'' The agent clad in a black suit strolled away from me, hands clasped on his back. 
 
 `` Just tell us everything you know.'' 
 
 I rubbed my eyes and stared at the photo again. This scene... this angle.. no.. it ca n't be.. bugging device? Nothing makes sense. 
 
 No. I ca n't tell them anything, if I do... Oh god. 
 
 `` I'd like to speak to my lawyers first.'' I replied, with a bit more strength in my voice this time. 
 
 `` Oh really.'' He smirked. 
 
 He walked to a drawer at the corner of the room and took out another photograph, then slowly strolled to the table I was at and placed it in-front of me as a smile slowly formed on his face. 
 
 I looked at the photo. 
 
 `` Heeeey, sorry I was n't sure what I was thinking. Of course I'll cooperate with you! Every single detail, do n't you worry sir!'' 
 
 It was a photo of my internet search history.
