But wait, there's more?Int. TheaterA spotlight illuminates a stool and a microphone on a warm wooden stage.THESILLONIOUS CARAMERA enters from behind a red satin curtain.ThesilloniousGood evening, everyone.He waves. The audience responds with joyous commotion.ThesilloniousThank you all for coming out tonight.Thesillonious patiently waits as the audience excitement tapers down.ThesilloniousBefore we begin, we have one order of business to attend to.Thesillonious smirks.ThesilloniousWe're about to go on a journey, not of sight or sound, but of mind.The audience groans.ThesilloniousI know, I know. Any likeness to any people, place, or thing, is pure coincidence yada yada.The audience is silent.ThesilloniousWhat you're about to experience is not an alternative computer history, but an alternative computer future as told from the perspetive of one Wally Wollaston dreaming in 1888 of 2077.The audience somehow falls more silent.cue dramatic pianoThesilloniousI know, I hate to spell it out here too, but that's kind of the entire premise and the special effects are too real for most people and I'm not trying to war of the worlds any more world wars.Mixed emotions from the audience.ThesilloniousThat's the stuff, alright, so the year is 1888 and the future looks grim, but optimistic.A HECKLER in the backHecklerBut why thoughThesillonious squares off and smirks across the room towards his partner.ThesilloniousI'm so glad you asked. A new hope was forged when ardent supporters of children created the first playground in the united states of americaThe heckler gets louderHecklerBut why thoughThesilloniousIn those days, children were primarily labor. Play would fill their heads with ideas and people were generally against that.The heckler, in a room toneHecklerBut why thoughThesilloniousWell, they were kids once too and they never had a playground.A hush falls over the room.Thesillonious walks backwards slowly, slipping behind the curtain.Int. Drafting RoomThe sunlight from a window illuminates a drawing board.WALLY WOLLASTON slides the window up from behind, on the fire escape and slinks through the window.WallyAh, the pleasure of a life without doors.Wally snaps his suspenders.WallyNow, where did we leave off?Wally approaches the corkboard of stories, left of the drawing board.On the board are six columns, labeled 1888, 1970, 1998, 2012, 2038, and 2077.WallyRight, just getting started.The columns are empty, except the one he pull from his pocket and tacks to 2077.WallySully Sullivan.That's all the card says too.Wallyas SullyGood evening, everyone.He tries to smirk, but he winces instead.Wallyflatly, still SullyThank you all for coming out.He waves.Wallyas himselfWe'll work on him. And the others. In time.