First published in Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine, June 1986.
May 30, 2070
My dear MacLuhan:
You, my friend, who know so well a lover's troubles, will understand my affair with Leona Hillis. Since my last letter to you, I have come to know... Leona's soul. Slowly, almost despite myself, I opened those reservoirs of sympathy and feeling that turn a simple liaison into something much deeper. Something that partakes of the sublime. It is love, my dear MacLuhan. Not the appetite of the body, easily counterfeited with pills. No, it is closer to agape, the soaring spiritual union of the Greeks. I know the Greeks are out of favor these days, especially Plato with his computerlike urge toward abstract intellect.