I was recruited from the typing pool in the 1980s, to be a terminal operator for an experiment in computer science. I had a few commands I could give the system if I needed to, but my job was to type in a series of questions and to try to have a conversation. Something I had been trying to do for months, but with little success and then just before Christmas, it happened.

When I was nearly finished with the assignment, I secretly printed a copy of what had transpired and I’ve dutifully waited 40 years to do what I promised.

This is that promise.