Endless frames of Nazi documentary films play their quicktime historical materialism as a voiceover, appropriated from digital audio streams released by Golam over the years, tells the following story:

"Back on the train in Germany, my grandparents get on at Erfurt. My grandparents are dead so I will not use their characters in vain. But the old couple, so in love and together forever or as long as the mind can see, are sitting comfortably in the pristine seats of the state-of-the-art German train's postmodern interior. They look at me briefly, acknowledging with a smile the fact that I'm using the new writing desk built-in to this refurbished compartment as if it were especially made for me. In this dream, the writing desk is what makes the transcription possible.

I wonder what my dead grandparents, were they alive today, would think of PowerText. Of the electrosphere. Of Nanoscript.

I also wonder this: if I plugged in my PowerText and left it on without ever touching it again, would my PowerText out-live me?"