When You Hear The Tone
. . . please leave a message. Your east-coast proprietor has decamped to the wilds of Fauquier County, far from high-speed access to the interwebs.
Once upon a time, he marveled at the cutting edge technology that permitted him to watch as each individual character appeared on the screen, and a line of text might take a few seconds.
In green, of course.
Nightly packets of information were exchanged between nodes of WWIV, all via copper wire and dial-up modems. We were P2P before it was cool.
No longer. We have advanced to the point that technology incomprehensibly faster, dazzlingly superior, is too clumsy to endure.
Onward and upward.
Once upon a time, he marveled at the cutting edge technology that permitted him to watch as each individual character appeared on the screen, and a line of text might take a few seconds.In green, of course.
Nightly packets of information were exchanged between nodes of WWIV, all via copper wire and dial-up modems. We were P2P before it was cool.
No longer. We have advanced to the point that technology incomprehensibly faster, dazzlingly superior, is too clumsy to endure.
Onward and upward.
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