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It was a cold January morning in Oxford, 2029. The ancient megacity’s halls rose into a pale downtime sky, their monuments stained with centuries of rain and soot. But inside a bright lecture hall at the University, scholars buzzed with expectation. They were n’t there for a routine computer wisdom class. moment’s guest speaker was Sir Tim Berners- Lee. He arrived still, carrying a scuffed leather satchel, dressed in an old hair fleece that smelled noiselessly of damp earth. He gestured off the formal prolusions with a shy smile.
By jojoIt was a cold January morning in Oxford, 2029. The ancient megacity’s halls rose into a pale downtime sky, their monuments stained with centuries of rain and soot. But inside a bright lecture hall at the University, scholars buzzed with expectation. They were n’t there for a routine computer wisdom class. moment’s guest speaker was Sir Tim Berners- Lee. He arrived still, carrying a scuffed leather satchel, dressed in an old hair fleece that smelled noiselessly of damp earth. He gestured off the formal prolusions with a shy smile.