Little Alexander
or, The Memory Machine
Chapter 11
Chapter 11

The Next Assignment

Three weeks after the number 217 had appeared on his screen, Alexander received a second assignment.

He read it twice, the way he read things now.

Build something that remembers.
A name. An email address. A note about who that person is.
When the page reloads, the information should still be there.

He almost laughed. Not because it seemed easy — he had learned, in the hardest possible way, never to assume that — but because he recognised the feeling. The same small knot of confidence and confusion, sitting in exactly the same place in his chest as the first time.

"That's just a form," whispered the same boy beside him, already reaching for his bag.

The teacher smiled in exactly the same way.

Alexander did not reach for his bag. He sat very still, and thought about the word remembers.

A page could look like it remembered things. You could type a name into a box and the name would sit there, visible and real, right up until the moment you pressed refresh. Then it would be gone, as completely as if it had never existed, and the box would be empty and patient and waiting again.

That was not remembering. That was only displaying.

He went home, opened his laptop, and did not make a new file. He sat instead with his hands in his lap and thought about the difference between a page that showed something and a page that kept it.

He had no idea how large that difference was.

He also had no idea, yet, that keeping something was not a browser's job at all.

What You Should Remember

Displaying something and remembering it are not the same thing. A page can show a name perfectly well and forget it completely the instant it reloads. Remembering requires something the browser cannot do alone.

End of Chapter Eleven