[ WP ] you find your great granddaughter 's diary . Only she has n't been born yet . What 's the most interesting entry ?

`` I looked at that ThirdGenMem site the other day, with David.'' Maggie looked despondent, empty even, as she pulled out a chair after sharing their ritual Tuesday greetings at the start of their ritual Tuesday lunch. Sal had n't even enquired as to her life-long friends apparent unhappiness yet. Looked like she did n't need to either as Maggie continued. `` It was... interesting, at least. Nice, I suppose?'' 
 
 `` Oh?'' probed Sal. Since the release of the instantly famous website, many technological advancements had been forthcoming. A couple of months ago some smart computery-type-person had figured out a way to send what are effectively emails back in time. Most people did n't get too much sent back of course, because, quite frankly, most people are boring. All the celebrities got some traffic ( though significantly less than you'd think ) but it was the scientists who got the most sent back. New data on equations and other sciency stuff. It was limited to a short window of a rather convenient 100 years into the future, give or take. One of the first things to come through was a request to open a website up to the public to allow them to receive information from the future, from family or close friends if they happen to have survived so long, which supposedly was fairly common. Sal had n't bothered with it, though it was increasingly difficult to explain the *why* behind that decision. She knew that she'd eventually succumb to temptation and register. 
 
 `` Yeah, I read a message. From a girl called'Julia'.'' Maggie began to fidget, a smile on her lips but sadness in her eyes. `` Julia? That's a nice name. Was she a granddaughter or something?'' 
 
 `` Great granddaughter, actually. She has n't been born yet, but she's Davids.'' A genuine smile alighted upon Maggies face, eyes and all. David, one of Maggies two sons, had n't had much luck with women. `` She sent a small hello, and attached her diary from when she was a child. She said she wanted to give us a taste of what it was like, or, what it will be like, growing up in the future. It was n't very long, I do n't think she much enjoyed keeping a diary. Only covered about four years or so.'' The waiter arrived and confirmed, rather than took, their order. A luxury of the Regular Visitor. Sal pressed on with a question. `` So, why the frown?'' 
 
 `` Hm? Oh. Well. So I read the diary, most of it anyway. But, it's strange to think about how much you've done in life, y'know? How many stories you have to tell, all the crazy things you've seen throughout the years. I used to wonder how my children and their children would remember me. What stories they would tell, what kind of an impact I'd have on their lives, even though I was n't around any more.'' Maggies eyes dropped to her hands as she fidgeted with her purse, reluctant to go on. Sal sat, opting for nagging silence, until Maggie continued. 
 
 `` She does n't mention me, you know. She does n't even know me. Everything I've done, and I end up forgotten.'' 
 
 Sal reached across the table to hold Maggies hands reassuringly. `` They do remember you, Mags. She does remember you. She sent the message, after all.'' A tear was hanging onto Maggies eyelash as she looked up. `` No. I have n't been sent anything. I read it on Davids account. My inbox is still empty.'' 
 
 The waiter delivered the two tea's and plate of scones to table number 4, then went to greet the woman and child who walked through the door.
