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L. TIMMEL DUCHAMP - When Joy Came To The World

14 February, 2147 To: The Respected Narratologist, Elihannu 09
Dear Respected Narratologist:

Concerning your request in The Continuing Times Book Review for well-documented,
firsthand, openly subjective eve-of-war accounts: I believe the materials here
appended meet your requirements. They have been in our family-group since its
formation, and originated from a descendant of one of our family-group's
founders. I should explain that every one of the documents consists, materially
speaking, of a laminated (paper) photocopy of a text laser-printed on paper. The
text, by its own account, was transmitted from Florence, Italy, to Seattle,
Washington, via "e-mail" (i.e., electronic mail), which is to say as digitized
data over fiber-optic telephone lines (which, this generalist suspects, included
at least one satellite relay), via an existing data network ("Universnet") that
I believe served to link university workers throughout most of the world. No
doubt you are more familiar with these technological terms than I, a mere
generalist.

Because of their age and provenance, our family-group has taken great care to
maintain these documents. I am sure you can understand that we do not care to
part with the objects themselves. If you need to handle them physically,
yourself, to verify their authenticity, or require further information you think
we might unwittingly possess, please do not hesitate to message me.

Yours respectfully (etc.),

Gendron 14. From Loreau@hist. Firenze.Universnet//23:23GMT190919
Received [email protected]//15:28PDT190919

To: Nicholas Baring
From: Denise Loreau
Re: Personal & Private

September 19, 2019
Thursday, 10:45 p.m.

Listen to this, Nick. As I've told you, my desk is set up so that I can look out
on the Arno while I work. Usually at night I bring the computer to bed with me &
work from there (lazy bed-loving creature that I am, right?). But tonight, no
way. It's just too fucking weird. (Keep using that word to myself, WEIRD, right?
But it is!!!!) Okay, here's the scope, which I imagine will make the regular
Evening News over there (that being how WEIRD it is): It's snowing! It's
eighty-odd Fahrenheit degrees (or so I figure: you know they only give you
centigrade here, & though I've mastered most of the metric stuff, temp is still
somehow beyond my patience), & it's snowing! Now you & I know it can't be snow.
& in fact if I've translated the radio broadcast correctly, no one believes it's
snow, & government officials are warning people not to touch it in case it's
something toxic.