So, I just read the first chapter of Salmon of Doubt, the posthumous collection of Douglas Adams' writings. It makes me wonder what people would think of me, if they went through the hard drives of all of my computers 60 years from now. Snippets of code, unfinished projects, random notes to myself (like this one), email messages sent and received. Okay, so few would be interested. :) But it's like some strange form of archaeology. Ah, the archaeologists of the future won't use picks and brushes, they'll need special hardware to read all that old-fashioned magnetic media.
