Books and Things for the Future
These are the days of microchips and texts.
The microchip held six billion books in it. All you had to do was implant it and the audio visual experience began. You could see the text in every typeface, switch the sizes and enjoy an aesthetic adventure into the minds of hundreds of millions of authors.
Kompton Klove made his career inventing and marketing these chips. With skin that looked like cedar, he knew no ceilings to his imagination. He looked at the chip and implanted it in himself. Millenia of texts from ancient scrolls to the newest editions all made free with advertising. The money came from investing.
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