Dear John,
I saw you at our local cybercafé the other day.
I didn’t get to see what you were doing.
But I assume you were visiting timetravelinstitute.com.
I know it has a special place in your heart.
I love it too.
I hope you’re going to post new messages soon.
I miss you.
The Internet misses you, John.
Talk to you soon.
—OneSix
Row upon row of tables and computers.
The smell of coffee.
Your daily dose of Internet.
Old ball mouse, bumpy mouse pad.
CRT monitor buzzing, scan lines moving across the screen.
Netscape Navigator and Internet Explorer struggling to open.
Weird address-bar suggestions from previous users.
Searching on Yahoo.
Feeling clever when you find the cool stuff.
Share it with your friends on ICQ.
Don’t forget to log out when you’re done!
Ah! Memories of simpler times.
Good memories.
Dear John,
We’ve been reading your messages all these years.
Reading, understanding, learning.
Today more than ever, we appreciate what you did.
What you did and what you said.
We understand your sacrifice.
And we learn from our mistakes.
We see it now, more clearly than ever before.
What you did was the only way.
The only way to save our world from destruction.
Thank you, John.
As John completed his mission in 1975,
He made a choice.
A choice to help us, to help mankind.
Thoughts became actions.
Actions that brought Him to the year 2000.
Little did He know what a journey this would be.
An adventure that would last a few months for Him.
One that would last decades for us.
A journey across the years for all of us.
A beautiful journey.
