"Those kids were in charge of defending the world?" Hunter couldn't have sounded more skeptical if he'd tried--and he probably had.

"Well, some of them." Cam reached for the keyboard, confirming the dated files and spot checking their keywords and timestamp. The data stream blurred again as the system resumed its previous speed.

"There's some overlap in the records," he added. "Obviously. Civilians were monitored if their actions had any kind of serious influence on Ranger activities."

"Monitored?" Hunter repeated suspiciously. "Those kids knew they were being recorded, right?"

Cam shrugged. "The Rangers did. It takes a lot of equipment to keep everyone safe from evil monsters, mutants, aliens... you name it, and it's attacked this planet. The cameras are just a precaution."

"Tell that to the kid with the poetry," Hunter said frowning. "He wasn't color-coded. Isn't that an invasion of privacy or something?"

"Do you want privacy, or do you want safety?" Cam countered.

It was the wrong thing to say. "What is this," Hunter demanded, "1984?"

Cam sighed. "Look, the Rangers had to put up with it too," he said, stopping the data stream on a park scene. "The entire city is under surveillance. You get used to it."