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napoleonherselfI had no idea this was online. Maybe the Baen people only put it up recently.
A Logic Named Joe (click "Next" if you want to skip the bio) -- sci-fi story by one "Murray Leinster", about the Internet. Written in 1946. I have touted this story, and this author, before, but now no hunting down of dead trees is required.
First bit: It was on the third day of August that Joe come off the assembly line, and on the fifth Laurine come into town, an' that afternoon I saved civilization. That's what I figure, anyhow.
I don't think I've read any of the other stories in that collection besides The Fourth-Dimensional Demonstrator (which involves an unusually amiable kangaroo named Arthur), so this is just hardcore awesome all around.
(If anyone wants a more personal update, just go back and read the last few ones I did. Nothing really much changes -- I am trapped in a nightmare that doesn't end, where I am mocked by having lots of other things act like they might finally start to go right, while the one thing I wanted most dearly is now forever out of my reach. And my last words in this life to the man I loved so much that it hurt are still "eight pixels is not that much".
Reading things online is much more exciting.)
A Logic Named Joe (click "Next" if you want to skip the bio) -- sci-fi story by one "Murray Leinster", about the Internet. Written in 1946. I have touted this story, and this author, before, but now no hunting down of dead trees is required.
First bit: It was on the third day of August that Joe come off the assembly line, and on the fifth Laurine come into town, an' that afternoon I saved civilization. That's what I figure, anyhow.
I don't think I've read any of the other stories in that collection besides The Fourth-Dimensional Demonstrator (which involves an unusually amiable kangaroo named Arthur), so this is just hardcore awesome all around.
(If anyone wants a more personal update, just go back and read the last few ones I did. Nothing really much changes -- I am trapped in a nightmare that doesn't end, where I am mocked by having lots of other things act like they might finally start to go right, while the one thing I wanted most dearly is now forever out of my reach. And my last words in this life to the man I loved so much that it hurt are still "eight pixels is not that much".
Reading things online is much more exciting.)
