“What happens now?” she asked.
“Now we let it explore the lake and watch the pictures it feeds us,” he said, gesturing at the screen behind her, “while we hope its programming works without us having to adjust it on the fly.”
Mirka turned back to the computer to see that screen now showed a blurry, bluish shifting image.
“Not much to see until it gets below the ice where the camera has the distance to focus properly, and even then it’s rather slower and more boring than the videos that will be made of what it finds.”
They all continued to talk for about fifteen minutes, mostly her father and Bob catching each other up on the latest goings on. Mirka spent much of it watching the slow-moving picture of the lake bottom sent up by the probe.