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Wonders of techology

A glimpse into the future

By Raymond G. TaylorPublished about a year ago 2 min read
Olivetti accoustic coupler: Museo Scienza Tecnologia Milano

Hank stood up and switched off the new color set, which had been working perfectly since the repairman replaced that valve. He wondered how he ever got on with black and white. He stepped into the hallway just as Rita was putting the phone receiver back on its cradle. The AT&T man had only just installed it last week. Bright, shiny white plastic, replacing that ugly old black Bakelite. Rita had bought a new mahogany telephone table with a built-in seat so she could make her calls in comfort.

“I’m off for my evening shift, honey” said Hank, kissing his wife on the cheek. As he walked through the door, he could hear the rapid click, click, click, click, click, … of Rita dialing her mother.

He stopped off at the gas station along the way. He was getting a little short of cash so he only asked for three gallons. At least it was payday tomorrow. Flicking the attendant a dollar bill, he bought a soda with the change.

Arriving at the data center, he entered the clean-air room, admiring the dozens of bright metal cabinets of the IBM. He could hear the rat-a-tat-tat of the printer, running out the end of day accounts and the buzz and the whirring of the tape decks. He took a minute to check out the newly installed 16 K-bit memory module, flashing away in its twin cabinets to indicate it was ticking over happily.

“32 K-bits of memory,” he thought to himself, “that should get things moving.” He opened one of the cabinet doors, as if to count the gold pins wrapped in silvery threads of wiring. Satisfied, he closed it, a great smile of wonder on his face at how far computer technology had moved along in the past few years. They had even installed a device that that could translate computer code into audible tones for sending over the telephone line. He could hear it working right now and looked over to see the receiver cradled in its muffled acoustic coupler, sending data at hundreds of bits per minute to their other data center in Atlanta. There was even talk of renting dedicated lines to connect all three data centers, creating a kind of private computer network. It was all very exciting.

The wonders of technology, thought Hank, later that evening, as he took the plastic cup from the vending machine.

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About the Creator

Raymond G. Taylor

Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.

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  • J. L. Greenabout a year ago

    Very well done, great depiction of something most young adults don't even realize was a thing!

  • Awww Hank, bless his heart. Loved your story!

  • Mark Grahamabout a year ago

    What a blast from the past! Wouldn't he be amazed now. Good work.

  • Lana V Lynxabout a year ago

    Made me smile. I hope Hank lived long enough to see the Internet.

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