Knock me back about a decade and I can recall hearing a bit of what may be Urban legend, or possibly fact, but I remember hearing a story about how some Native Americans considered having their picture taken to be akin to having at least a portion of the soul taken and lost forever. What I believe is happening in this picture is the harvesting of those portions. Never has a picture casually snapped so creeped me out. So the only and obvious conclusion is that every time I have snapped a quick photo with this phone I have inadvertently sucked a sliver of soul from the person who harmlessly agreed to give me a grin, and my dog is the reaper of the collective hoard of soul fragment I have been storing for nearly two years. This is quite a development.