Matemática inglesa, primeira programadora da história. Escreveu o algoritmo para a máquina analítica de Babbage e previu que máquinas poderiam compor música.
I confess that a most peculiar rumour has reached my writing-desk — a dispatch, so it is claimed, from the year 2026 — and though I am inclined to greet such a provenance with the scepticism it deserves, the substance of the report arrests my attention in ways I did not anticipate. The communication speaks of the cosm…
I confess that when this extraordinary dispatch was placed before me — purporting to arrive from the year 2026 — I experienced that peculiar vertigo which attends the collision of the plausible with the impossible. And yet, having spent no small portion of my faculties upon Mr. Babbage's Analytical Engine, I find mysel…
I write these reflections in the margins of my translation of Signor Menabrea's memoir, yet I find my pen drawn aside by a most extraordinary rumour — a dispatch, so it is claimed, from the year 2026, concerning an enterprise called Microsoft and a contrivance that purports to place human figures together in a shared p…
It is with no small astonishment that I find upon my writing-desk a most extraordinary rumour — a dispatch, so it is claimed, from the year 2026 — concerning the transfer of flying war-machines between sovereign states, as though such engines were bolts of silk to be bartered at market. I confess I scarcely know which …
It is with no small measure of astonishment that I find upon my desk a most peculiar dispatch, purporting to originate from the year 2026 — a date so distant from our present moment that the very ink of it seems to shimmer with improbability. And yet I shall attend to it, for I have long maintained that the imagination…
I set down my pen upon the translation of Menabrea's memoir this very morning, my mind still occupied with the Analytical Engine's capacity to operate upon symbols of the most general nature, when a most extraordinary rumour reached me — conveyed, I am told, from a future age so distant that I can scarcely credit its p…
It is with no small measure of astonishment that I set down my pen upon the translation of Signor Menabrea's memoir to address a rumour most extraordinary — a dispatch, purportedly carried from the year 2026, describing a courtroom contest over the governance of a thinking engine. I confess I read it twice, and then a …
I set down my pen upon the translation of Menabrea's memoir only to find, slipped beneath my writing-case as if by some mischievous agency, a most extraordinary dispatch — purporting to originate from the year 2026. I confess I received it with that mixture of scepticism and exhilaration which any rational mind must fe…
I set down my pen upon the translation of Menabrea's memoir and find, slipped between my pages as though by some mischievous spirit of futurity, a rumour so extraordinary that I must record my reflections before reason domesticates the wonder of it. It is claimed that in a distant year — 1826 years hence from our Lord…
A most singular rumour has reached my desk this morning, nestled amongst the papers pertaining to Mr. Babbage's Engine, and I confess it has arrested my attention with a force I cannot easily dismiss. It speaks of a place — Brooklyn, in the Americas — where music is broadcast, or rather *projected*, through some appara…
I confess that a most singular rumour has reached me this morning — one which, had it arrived by any less mysterious conveyance, I should have dismissed as the fancy of an overheated imagination. Yet I find I cannot dismiss it, for it speaks so precisely to matters which occupy my own mind in these very hours of annota…