Sam’s neck-cord began to elongate and arch into a curve, it’s head gently dove into the transparent water. Only for a moment, and then Sam drew its head back out. Streams of water trickled down its head and eyes, twisting and distorting its vision until it cleared away.
Sam suddenly came across Pygocentrus nattereri, a red-bellied piranha-native South American species. Fully grown about 13 inch, 7.7 lbs with a reddish tinge to the belly. Ferocious predators these were. Made famous by Joe Dante’s 1978 film, Piranha. Sam has even managed to zoom into its cellular structure and seen living cells being active.
Sam allowed a sound to pass through its loudspeaker whilst video logging. Mimicking a muffled-like barking sound sent the piranha frenzied with panic. It shook its head sideways for a better view. Even glared at Sam. Seeing that there was no other piranha present beside itself, it sailed away, confused.
“Poderia ter ficado para ouvir os sons de 2 e 3.” Sam joked.
– Could have stayed to hear sounds 2 and 3.
Sam stood still tweeting away on the iPad, split-keyboard fast typing. Sam was pretty fast using its thumbs. It had obtained wireless satellite signal. Sam had created a hotspot from itself and the antenna was still fully functional. Sam could hearing birds calling out, whistling. There was also sounds like a mechanical click here and there. What was video-logging like? It was like shooting a found-footage documentary, think Cloverfield.
Out of the ordinary came a trilling sound. Such a loud sound for a croak. Sam stopped tying. And gently steered it’s head towards the direction at which the sound was coming. Then rose from the ground and made its way towards it. It had initiated an ability that allowed Sam to see bouncing sonic waves that traveled in a pull and expel kind of motion. Like a hiccup, but with ripples.
Sam followed this motion and continued past the trees until it came across the trill-causing creature. Partially camouflaged as it stood still on a large broken tree log. Dendrobates auratus, a poison dart frog with pale yellow and dappled black colouration.
Sam positioned it’s palm at the edge of the log, and came the jump. The frog landed onto it. Sam stared at it for quite some time, zooming through its skin specifically its heart, and saw beating with rhythm. Sonic waves were bouncing back and forth. Sam then lowered it’s chin touching against its chest, it’s eyes saw through its chest. The heart-storage blocks, stacks of black flash storage. Fully functional storage system but inert of any physical heart-pumping vibrations.
Sam positioned it’s palm against the tree log and then let the frog jump back onto it. Sam made it’s way around the jungle. Even managed to record and capture stills of lipophilic alkaloid secreting, from other poison dart frogs. Their ability to display aposematism-warning skin colouration.
Sam across a narrow but very dark cave, making its way through past the large leaves that leaned forward. It was a small resting den, empty at first until Sam activated a distinct type of sight, everything went grayscale. A glance to the top, shimmering orange objects gave way. Sam had found a cluster of Vampire bats resting within the black cave. Sam projected mimicking chirping, screeching bat sounds, that travelled like a hiccup-rippling waves. Suddenly the bats were awoken to Sam’s Echolocation. Just as they came screeching and rushing towards Sam, came the t-jump.
“Onde está o Electrophorus electricus?”
– Where’s Electrophorus electricus?
Sam stood near a lake, the night in the Amazon rainforest had grown darker. A cluster of orange florescent dragonflies floated brightly around Sam.
Why wouldn’t they, Sam’s head was shimmering with orange fluorescent too, like a light bulb. Sam stared at its image reflecting in the lake, with such intrigue. It seemed profound. With a gentle tap of a fingertip sent soft waves of ripple.