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In 1954 Scientists from the RAND corporation created a model of what they believed a "home computer" would look like in 2004.

http://users.net1plus.com/scottm/HomeComputer.jpg

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In 1954 Scientists from the RAND corporation created a model of what they believed a "home computer" would look like in 2004.

<b><a href="http://users.net1plus.com/scottm/HomeComputer.jpg">http://users.net1plus.com/scottm/HomeComputer.jpg</a></b>

Edit: <a href="href="http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/hoaxes/computer.asp"><b>Hoax</b></a>

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chaobell
Oct. 8th, 2004 07:33 am (UTC)
I just printed that out and showed it to Boss #1. He howled.
halloranelder
Oct. 8th, 2004 07:54 am (UTC)
I figured it would appeal to the geeks in the audience...
mareth_redorb
Oct. 10th, 2004 03:09 pm (UTC)
Where do we sign up to get one?
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