Straight to the marketplace app. Karl's eyes darted around, then he typed in Fat Fish Frenzy. When the icon popped up — a chubby, silly fish with huge lips — he squealed like a child and pressed the download button so fast he nearly dropped the laptop.
"Heheh… gotcha," he whispered, peeking over his shoulder like Julian or Milo might catch him. But the kitchen sink was still running, and Milo's gentle snores drifted from the couch. Safe.
As the game downloaded, Karl's eyes flicked around the screen again. He scrolled through the app store, curiosity growing. That's when he saw it. Soulstream.
His smile dropped. He squinted at the bright icon, a little swirl with blue lines. He clicked, and rows of video thumbnails loaded — tiny preview pictures of shows, movies, clips, all neatly listed.