Scene: in front of a green screen somewhere in the present day. Our protagonist, freshly burned out from a session of writing dynamically-typed web backend code in vim, looks up from the monitor. In the distance, some way along the beach, they see an odd shape poking out of the sand. Their curiosity piqued, they trudge out under the burning sun toward the edifice.
Running a risk of collapsing through dehydration, finally they are close enough to the object to be able to see through the heat haze that it is the top of a large statue that’s largely covered by centuries of detritus. The only discernible features are a hand holding aloft a chorded keyer, and the stern-browed head of Douglas Englebart.
Oh my God, I’m back. I’m home. All the time it was…we finally really did it. YOU MANIACS! OH DAMN YOU! GOD DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!
