[ WP ] Someone discovers a website that dates back to 1963 . Scientists had actually created the internet decades before commercial availability . There 's one post . What does it say ?

It's funny that no-one thought it was unusual or irregular that a military defector would be allowed straight back into their birth country with no recriminations. Of course, there was no waiting media for me either upon my self repatriation, which I suppose was a punishment of sorts. I had got what I had needed in the Soviet Union and returned with it. 
 
 That was the problem with the Soviets. They underestimated me. They followed me around, made sure that I was n't going to be a problem. Later on I would happen upon some of their personal notes about me. You would think that security was high on their list. And in most ways it was. But rubles and vodka can get you anything here. One of their sentences were... well, I do n't know how best to translate it, but basically it compared my brain to the consistency of a sponge. An insult, but unwittingly, with an element of truth to it. My brain was indeed like a sponge. When I was in the technology rooms, pouring liberal amounts of vodka into the glasses of those sunlight-dodging lab dwellers, I was putting my brain to soak up their notes. Because that's what a sponge does. It soaks, it retains. And only when squeezed, does it relinquish its contents. 
 
 When I returned, I squeezed harder than a thriftmonger on the end of a toothpaste tube. It all came out. I wrote it all down until my eyes and fingers bled. At the factory, I made the parts that were necessary. I bought old television sets, old typewriters, old transistor radios and an old record player. The record player was of no use in the grand scheme. I just needed something to play Miles Davis on. There was never a moment where a screwdriver was out of my hand. It became huge. Marina complained that the machine was taking up all of the space in the living room. Not to mention the heat was causing havoc with her hair. I moved the machine into a building on the main street, round from the plaza. 
 
 Newspapers, televisions and radios are all wonderful. But what is it about these that they have in common? The communication is all one-way. Telephones are two-way... but you're limited to a two-way call. What if you were able to communicate with tens, hundreds, thousands of people all at once? And they were able to communicate with you... in real time. The world would be more connected. Connected through these cables and visual prompts. A reverse printing machine is on the list, where I can feed pictures of my pet Koshka and send them to my family. Just an example, you understand. The possibilities of a better future for all of mankind are here. All locked up in this room that I've now barricaded shut from the outside to add to the surprise. I've requested a meeting for when he visits next week, subject to clearance. I sincerely hope it will blow his mind. 
 
 -- LHO, November, 1963.
