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|I Am Skooter|
So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
Cleaning up. Discarding paper. The detritus of years of accumulated data. It’s the bits that matter now, not the atoms. The atoms just weigh a lot when you move. I like the tactile nature of them though.
A reminder of when Wired Magazine was mandatory reading, and even occasionally brilliant.
In which the hacker tourist ventures forth across the wide and wondrous meatspace of three continents, acquainting himself with the customs and dialects of the exotic Manhole Villagers of Thailand, the U-Turn Tunnelers of the Nile Delta, the Cable Nomads of Lan tao Island, the Slack Control Wizards of Chelmsford, the Subterranean Ex-Telegraphers of Cornwall, and other previously unknown and unchronicled folk; also, biographical sketches of the two long-dead Supreme Ninja Hacker Mage Lords of global telecommunications, and other material pertaining to the business and technology of Undersea Fiber-Optic Cables, as well as an account of the laying of the longest wire on Earth, which should not be without interest to the readers of Wired.
The original article was 50 printed pages in the December 1996 issue, and I distributed several copies to friends who I thought should read it. It was an epic story.