There is a curator who tries not quite successfully to empathize with earlier generations. Some others live in and preserve the town.
When Patulcius visits:
"Outside, wind chased sunlight and cloud shadows along High Street. Across it dreamed the beautiful buildings of Magdalen College. Three persons wandered by, looking, occasionally touching. He suspected they were young, though of course you couldn't tell."
-Poul Anderson, The Boat Of A Million Years (London, 1991), XIX, 7, p. 480.
As in Anderson's World Without Stars, people with indefinitely prolonged lifespans look young.
London
Smoke, Hyde Park, a flower vendor, a pub, beer, darts, a museum set for tourists and antiquarians, dwellers whose subculture is archaism. (The Fleet Of Stars, 12, p. 146)
Will our future preserve our remains?
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!\
More importantly, was Oxford still a real university on an Earth ruled by AIs, or just an empty relic?
Ad astra! Sean
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