I slowly pick out a select postcard from my metal briefcase. I study it. It has a picture of me at age six innocently walking down a flight of stairs. “I remember the day vividly. I was a little boy, about your age, and it was in a time before the Number Order Act of 2067; I still had a Letter name. I think it was Rob… but it’s been so long now I can’t remember. But it was the year 2054 and that I know for sure…”