In the year 2075, it's the latest trend to have little digital cameras implanted into one's eyes. These cameras control everything you see, to be uploaded to social media and viewed by the world. 

For sci five contest by @escaperealityxx . Hope you like it! 

I sat down in the police questioning room, my mind filled with worries. I was wiggling around in my seat, partially because I was feeling uneasy and the other part because there was just no comfortable way to sit in the hard plastic chair. Obviously the money we spent on taxes was not being spent on "police facility upgrades", because really, the year 2075 and they couldn't bother giving us decently comfortable chairs? At school we used to get Ultra Comfort Custom Adjust Chairs, which fit automatically to the most comfortable position for you to sit. And that was in school. Now here, years later, and they give us chairs of early twenty first century standard. I mean come on guys.

Anyways, I wasn't at the police station to rant about their poor furniture quality. Back to the matter at hand:

"Now, before we begin, I want you to know that you're not in any trouble, Mr., er," The officer trailed off and looked up at me.

"Kaden," I said nervously. "Kaden Brently, sir."

"Ah, yes," he said, clearing his throat. "Well, I'm Officer Ludman, and as I said, you aren't in any trouble, we just need to ask you a few questions."

"Alright," I agreed. I wiped my hands on my jeans, then started worrying that the police officer would take that as a sign against me, which only made my palms sweat more. In an attempt to calm myself, I accessed a metal video recording of a time in my freshman year of high school. It was a sunny spring day, one of the ones that tricks you into thinking it's not really spring but summer. I was laying on the grass during lunch period, when me and a few buddies had gone outside to eat. Unfortunately, it didn't work. The cameras that were currently all the rage to have implanted into your eyes did give you the spectacular opportunity to see a moment again, but emotions? Those are a one- chance type of thing.

"Before we begin, please turn of you Eye-Cam implants, interviews of this sort are under government license not to be recorded by civilians." The voice of the police officer brought me out of my implant memory and back into the present. "However please note that this conversation is being recorded by my Eye-Cam, for use in investigational purposes. Now then, did you know a girl named Diana Woodshaw?"

"Yes, I did," I said, my voice breaking slightly.

"Then I presume you of her, um, passing?" Officer Ludman asked, looking uncomfortable and probably wishing someone else had taken this job.

"You mean her murder?" I said by means of answering. There was no sugar coating something like this with words like "passing".

"Well, um, yes, that."

"I suppose you asked me here to interrogate me on it, then."

"Yes. Now, would you mind answering a few questions for us?"

"Not at all," I told him, although my actual opinion was anything but.

"First question: How did you know Miss Diana Woodshaw?" Officer Ludman said, reading the question off of the screen of an Inquisitor-Grade tablet, which is probably where those tax dollars were paying for.

"She was my-" I paused briefly and took a deep breath. "My friend."

"Ah, okay, and how long have you been friends with Miss Woodshaw?" the officer inquired.

"Since I was twelve, I'd say?" Actually, I knew the exact moment Diana and I had met. 3:35 pm on September 15th, 2062. It was the first day of football tryouts, and the coach had partnered Diana and I for throwing and catching practice. She made the team, I didn't. However, I did make a strong, long lasting friendship, and attended every single game she played, middle school though college.

"And your, what age now?"

"25, sir."

"I see. Was there anything, um, romantic about your relationship with Miss Woodshaw?"

"What? No!" I exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly. "No, um, she was um, she had a few boyfriends but um, I was never one of them. We were just friends." I let out a small, forced laugh and gave what I hoped was a convincing grin.

"Well, then, um, can you think of anyone who would have any motive to want to murder her?"

"No, she was very well liked," I managed to say as I once again wiped sweating hands on my pants. She didn't deserve what had happened to her. She was kind, funny, sensitive, caring, and all together wonderful. Not someone whose life could be beat away with a few cruel punches.

"Hmm. Um, you probably are aware that Diana was beat to death behind the Lucky Stars Club on Saturday?"

"Yes," I whispered. "I-I- I was aware."

"Do you know anyone else who was there that night?" said Officer Ludman

"Well, I was there with Diana, actually," I replied. "She was my designated driver. But she said she was just going to the bathroom, and, and, she, she-" I sighed and cradled my head in my hands. "She never came back out."

Officer Ludman sat back in his chair and folded his arms. "I'm very sorry to hear that," he said, but I could tell he didn't mean a word of it. His job was to catch the killer, not mourn the one who was killed. What would you even call that? Like, the killee?

"Yeah, well, sorry isn't going to help anything."

The officer cleared his throat. "Well, um, since she was injured in the head, we are unfortunately not able to access her Eye-Cam, as it was damaged in the shooting. However, if it wouldn't be to upsetting for you, we would like you to playback the footage of that night, up until she left for the restroom. Look for any suspicious figures of details you might have missed that could be beneficial."

Mentally, I collapsed. This wasn't exactly what I was afraid of, but it was close. Too close.

"Look, I understand that you are in pain over this loss and looking back on it could be traumatizing, but we do want to catch this killer."

"I-I'm sorry, I don't think I can do it," I told him. Having the memory was bad enough. Reliving it? No way would I do that.

"In that case, would you please allow government access to your Eye-Cam for viewing of footage of Saturday night at Lucky Stars?"

Oh no. No, no, no. This was exactly what I had been afraid of. What to do? I hadn't meant to do it, honestly. Okay, I was drunk, and that was my fault. If I was sober, I would have had the sense to see that Diana had absolutely no interest in me. Even if I had asked her out and been rejected like I was last night, I would have been able to walk away. Maybe go home and wallow in the sadness with my favorite Caramel Chocolate ice cream, but I definitely wouldn't have gotten mad. Not mad enough to do what I had done.

But what was I to do? There was no going back, no changing the past. So I made my final decision.  To let them see ten minutes of life, through my eyes, which were now the eyes of a murderer. 

A/N What did you guys think of that? Please vote and comment if you liked it! And I guess you could comment even  if you didn't like it :) Any feedback is appreciated! 

Also, I have a question for guys: Do you think having cameras like that would be a good or bad thing?