A Great Love Affair
The first computer he remembered was a work of art. A souped up Apple I with a custom hardwood case, built in monitor and ASCII keyboard. She was a one-of-a-kind prototype from a golden age that never existed. Her name was Lovely Rita. It said so on her case, he remembered being proud of his nascent reading skills when he deciphered the curved lettering. She came in a packing crate from London. He read the addresses on her carton aloud too, proud four-year-old reader that he was. His older sister rolled her eyes in the background. Then they both went for the bubble wrap until they really got a glimpse of Rita. Then they stared in awe. They all did, he remembered. Sis, Dad, him and Uncle Mal. Predictably the first thing Dad said was, “Can she play music?”
That, that of course would have to wait for a couple of generations of computer down the line. But Dad and Mal did write a book using Rita. This was why one of the uncles in London had sent her in the first place.
That, that of course would have to wait for a couple of generations of computer down the line. But Dad and Mal did write a book using Rita. This was why one of the uncles in London had sent her in the first place.