It’s 1958. I’m typing on one of those Speck 1000s. Remember those? It’s slow, it’s clunky, it’s laughably lacking in, well, pretty much everything, but it’s fleepin charming. The view screen is so small, only 71 centimeters or so, and everything displayed has this greenish hue. I don’t know why. I don’t know how these things work. This entire house has this wonderful retro charm to it - though it’s all relatively brand new. This house used to belonged to my Grandfather, or does, I guess. He’s overseas in this year, and Gary had been housesitting for him until I, or we, showed up.
The house is on a private peninsula across from New Denton on Lake Blackwell. I can see the lights of that bright metropolis from the second floor deck. Not as bright as I remember, though - but that’s to be expected I guess. Did I mention it’s 1958? Yeah, I was born in 2015. I’m three months into this and I’m still in a little shock. The others tell me that it’ll take a couple more months to normalize. The others… How do I explain them?? I’ll need some time to think about it, and time’s all I got here, for now.
Time, and canned peaches. Thanks, Gary.