HELLO WORLD

They're digging for frozen mastodons and dinoDNAforfailsafethemeparks but instead deep in a block of bored suburb ice the crew unearths a fullyformeddaresayrotundrobust 21st century man. He's freezegripping a remote and a laptop and a halfate pint of ice cream. They shrug and continue the search deeper down. The attention-crazed slob awakens, sluffs off the ice dregs and continues on his pintmission. The remote still works bygub but the television is now far too advanced for comprehension. Fkit he takes up jogging. Sprints to the 7-11 saintsbepraised still open for ice cream. Jogsicecreamhuffspuffswalkscrawls back to the couch. Laptop still with smidge of life! Slob types: 10 PRINT HELLO WORLD! World complies (nightlit version). Electric nightbirds all alit and stuff on frozen branches. Moog chirps. Sound waves everywhere, echoing, cancelling. Good townsfolk using torches merely for ceremonial lighting. Out there there's a little girl who doesn't know yet she's our daughter, our kid's mei-mei. Out there the spring stuff's dying to happen, is starting to happen. Out there in the helloed world there's that little girl poised to type: 20 PRINT HELLO BACK! 30 GOTO 10. IloveIlikeI'llbemorepresent, I swear. I'll stop hiding out in radio silence, stop hoping the world stays still, instead hopehelpmakeitagoodspinningone for you and you and you and youse.