Reading Ada [Lovelace]'s correspondence, I see someone I wish I could reach out to, across the centuries, and say: you’re right. Nobody can see it but you. But you will have inheritors. Granddaughters and great-granddaughters. They will sprout up everywhere, all over the world, and work with the same dogged, unrelenting focus. Other people will keep getting the credit, until one day they won’t anymore. And then your history will be written, a hundred times, by teenage girls at their desks in the heart of their kingdoms, on machines beyond your wildest imagination.
Broad Band, by Claire L. Evans












