Back at his studio—an attic room above a shuttered bakery—Marek wiped the dome clean and pushed the camera into the workbench cradle. He liked machines that kept secrets. He liked the idea that a discarded thing could regain purpose. He plugged the camera into power and an old router, then connected to its tiny web server with the patient curiosity of someone accustomed to coaxing life from dead things.
Wyze revolutionized cheap security.