American Diamond Age

​Mr. Logan Allen and Mr. Justin Murphy request the pleasure of your company for drinks and light fare on Friday, the 13th of December, at seven o'clock.

​As Neo-America arrives from the future, let us gather to celebrate, discuss, and plot a new American Diamond Age.

​By the glow of gas lamps, we will convene as Bell's Changes ring through the aether (from a disc jockey of the finest repute).

​Attire shall be semi-formal.

​RSVP via mediatron or telegraph.

​May this salon forge bonds between phyles and advance the Common Economic Protocol.†

​Sincerely,

​Logan Allen and Justin Murphy

​† “Sorry,” she said, “I got out as fast as I could, but I had to stay and socialize. Protocol, you know.”

​“Explain protocol,” Nell said. This was how she always talked to the Primer.

​“At the place we’re going, you need to watch your manners. Don’t say ‘explain this’ or ‘explain that.’”

​“Would it impose on your time unduly to provide me with a concise explanation of the term protocol?” Nell said.

​Again Rita made that nervous laugh and looked at Nell with an expression that looked like poorly concealed alarm.