From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sound
The rhythmic pulse of Brandy and Monica’s “The Boy Is Mine” blares from a passing sedan, competing with the hum of CRT monitors and the click-clack of plastic keyboards as researchers dive into the new Google search engine. People are truly trippin' over the lines for *Blade* tonight, their chatter blending into a chaotic urban symphony of dial-up tones and the whir of the new iMac G3. Nearby, a discarded Furby let out a glitchy, mechanical chirp from a teenager’s backpack, its large eyes blinking in sync with the neon streetlights. This erratic electronic babble marks a pivot point where the organic sounds of the twentieth century finally dissolve into the relentless static of cyberspace.