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[At first he'll be wondering how to dictate to this strange little device, how to use and get the most out of it. Simply asking how was out of the question! And Arthur, being a stubborn clod, was absolutely determined to figure out how to use and manipulate this curious box.
Somehow he could receive messages on it-- via text of course, that was no shock, and neither was recorded sound played back (although the quality was truly a marvel to Arthur's ears)--but high quality moving pictures in perfect sync with great sound...! He just had to make his own broadcast for his own pride's sake, lest he feel dreadfully outstripped by the many others who seemed so accustomed to this technology.
In all his excitement as he paces outside the graciously and impossibly growing gardens, Arthur forgets to look through the other messages; so eager to learn this thing and send a message of his own.
So. His formatting, while it makes all sorts of sense to him...? It may not to others...
He formats it not unlike a telegram.Go with what you know, right?]
UNKNOWN LOCATION, FAR FROM EARTH ADRIFT IN HEAVENS
[He's so proud of this message when it's sent that he puffs up like a self-important bird and doesn't even think it may have been rude to be typing so intently in public. He will, however, greet anyone if they choose to speak to him. He's difficult to miss in his waistcoat and polished leather shoes.]
All this nonsense about the future.... Now if I could just get back home and bring this device with me...
Somehow he could receive messages on it-- via text of course, that was no shock, and neither was recorded sound played back (although the quality was truly a marvel to Arthur's ears)--but high quality moving pictures in perfect sync with great sound...! He just had to make his own broadcast for his own pride's sake, lest he feel dreadfully outstripped by the many others who seemed so accustomed to this technology.
In all his excitement as he paces outside the graciously and impossibly growing gardens, Arthur forgets to look through the other messages; so eager to learn this thing and send a message of his own.
So. His formatting, while it makes all sorts of sense to him...? It may not to others...
He formats it not unlike a telegram.
UNKNOWN LOCATION, FAR FROM EARTH ADRIFT IN HEAVENS
- FEBRUARY ? ? 1898
- FIRST PERSONAL MESSAGE WRITTEN FROM BEYOND EARTH ORBIT
EXCITING TIME TO BE ALIVE
LACK OF CONTACT WITH EARTH IS A SHAME
POLITE REQUEST FOR CONTACT WITH OTHERS FROM SAME CENTURY
THANK YOU
ARTHUR KIRKLAND
[He's so proud of this message when it's sent that he puffs up like a self-important bird and doesn't even think it may have been rude to be typing so intently in public. He will, however, greet anyone if they choose to speak to him. He's difficult to miss in his waistcoat and polished leather shoes.]
All this nonsense about the future.... Now if I could just get back home and bring this device with me...