The old man was holding a photo of me taken by someone else using advanced technology, making me feel uncomfortable and violated

The village was a desolate place, with broken buildings and debris scattered across the ground. In the center of it all stood a small hut, its walls covered in a thick layer of dirt and grime. Inside, there was an old man sitting on a wooden stool, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him. As I approached him, I noticed that he was holding something in his hands - it looked like a photo. As I got closer, I realized that it was an image of me - naked and full body - taken by someone else using some kind of advanced technology. It made me feel uncomfortable and violated to see myself like this, but at the same time, I couldn't help but be fascinated by the detail and realism of the image.