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WHEN JOY CAME TO THE WORLD
By L Timmel Duchamp
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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 Baring@hem.UWASH.Universnet//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), &