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I remember the hum of those old VAXes, the clatter of teletypes, the late-night packets flying across ChaosNet like rumours between friends who trusted one another. I was twenty-something, fresh off the boat from Wellington, wide-eyed in the MIT AI Lab in ’79, watching the Lisp machines talk without asking leave.
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