The Last Interface: Where Human-Computer Interaction Ends

One late night in 1965, a programmer walked toward the machine room with a stack of punched cards in his arms. Each card had 80 columns, one character per column. The whole stack might have carried less information than a text message today. He handed the cards to an operator in a white coat and went back to sleep. The result would arrive the next day. If one character was wrong, the whole day was…