Its funny how we don't see the chains until its too late... I just poured my heart into a crucible of binary for almost a straight twenty minutes (two AC/DC, One Metallica, and half a techno song later) and because I hadn't learned all the tricks yet, my words are toast... pen and paper sucks, but at least there is something salvageable. This leaves no buffer, no cache, no control-z, no way to recover the tattered remnants of yesteryear. When the Howard Carters of the next age pull forth our rank technoerotic remains up into the sunny air for the first time in forever, and the dry ar and blowing sands force him to rub his eyes, and transfer the microbe maggots of another time to a system which will be eaten alive; inside out, in less than a month... when that man comes forth, I hope he knows binary, for that is what all the remants of our age will be in... Someone had better keep around old CD players, floppy disks, tape drives, and other technologica around...because someday, in the tomorrow times, someone may need to know something. And there is no rosetta stone which will allow you to get the bits off the tape, and into someone's mind.