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March 9, 2007

David: RIF

“What’s that?”

“It’s called a ‘Book.’”

“’Buk’. I think I’ve heard of those. Some sort of weapon, right? Where’d you find it?”

“No, it’s not a weapon. It’s an extinct form of data storage. It’s kind of like a text blip, except that instead of downloading it directly into your brain, data transfer goes through the eyes.”

“That’s silly. You can’t get a decent bandwidth through the optic nerves.”

“No, see? The words are printed in order on these pages. You look at each word in turn to derive meaning.”

“Who has time for that?”

“I find it relaxing, actually.”

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