Warning: If you are under 38yo this post may make no sense to you.
When I was a little kid I thought I could talk to aliens through my computer, and that my best friend was psychic. Those things were not mutually exclusive.
When we were in junior high (because middle school did not exist) we had computer class. Computer class was taught for one quarter instead of typing. Does anyone even need to take typing anymore? I mean it seems like kids come out of the womb using computers now. Anyway…
We took “computer class.” “Computer Class” meant we learned how to run simple commands on a computer using MS-DOS. What is MS-DOS? I have no freaking idea. If I have to answer that question then I say it is the oldest, most archaic computer language that is still used. But I know I’m wrong, so hang-on a sec.
Anywhoo… what I remember is we learned these simple commands. Run and goto (go to), and with those commands we could make our computer screen do fun things. But that was eons ago so I can’t remember specifics.
We had a computer at our house because my father always had to have the latest technology. It was…hmmm 1982? We were on the cutting edge. My best friend and I would love to sit in his home office and “do homework” on his computer. He even set it up in an area so we wouldn’t bother him. Best of all, he couldn’t hear what we were saying.
It really was pretty amazing to see what we could do. But it was also really weird. I mean remember. THERE WERE NO COMPUTERS in people’s homes up until this point. It was almost like magic. To us it was magic.
I don’t know how it happened, but one day, my friend – the psychic one, said “I can talk to the computer.”
“Yes, let’s go to your Dad’s office and try it!”
And so we did. She told me what commands to enter, and I entered them.
You wouldn’t believe what happened! All kinds of crazy characters, and letter combinations showed up all over the screen!
She was right! She was psychic! And somehow we were clearly communicating with aliens!
Often times we were thwarted by the dreaded Syntax Error! We were sure this was some other power trying to interfere with our communications.
But we persevered. For a week she came to my house everyday. On the weekend she slept over and we sat up all night talking about who these aliens might be, and what else she might know. Being children of Close Encounters of the Third Kind and Escape to Witch Mountain, it was no wonder our brains were working overtime.
This went on for another week but eventually I got bored. I started to become skeptical of her “powers.” Really, how many times could someone who could speak to the aliens get it so wrong that we would get Syntax Error 20 times in a row? She started to make noise about “losing contact” and “the aliens must be leaving” or “it might have been some other psychic person interfering.”
Well that was fine, we were 12, we had had our adventure and it was time to be on to a new one. We had heard that if we wrote Scott Baio a letter he might actually write us back! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!
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