Dear Dad,

Thanks for sending me to Camp Atari. When you said I was going to computer camp, I got mad, but now that I've been here a few weeks, I know I'd have done anything to come.

When we got to camp, the first thing we did was meet our programmers. Mine are Bob and Jim, and they are neat. During the school year they work for the Department of Defense (remember when you took me to the Pentagon in April?), but during vacation they help out there. They let us get away with murder. We can eat anything we want, we just have to call up the menu on our CRTs and pick something out. (The menu is that thing on the terminal that shows all the different functions and stuff.) When we finish breakfast, we usually have sports. Me and Jeffrey are always playing Pong or Intellivision football. Do we get tired!

Most of the time, though, we spend inside the mainframe with the big machines. Boy are they something! When camp began, they gave us these plastic badges and white coats for uniforms, and we have to wear them all the time. (If you don't, the big kids who work for security won't let you inside.)

The owners, Herb and Irene, are real nice and go through most of the programs with you. I'm with the juniors this summer in Cabin 16K. Our nickname is the "Number Crunchers," and we're working on simulated trajectories for Trident submarine-launched missiles. It's just like the real thing. The older kids are a bunch of lucky stiffs because they get to figure out sitings for theatre nuclear forces. (Jim helped me with the spelling.) And every Wednesday night, Ernie from the Army Math Research Center comes up here to give campfire talks and pick up our results.

Last night, I got real scared. Someone said there was a mole in our cabin. It turned out he was talking about a boy from Japan who was kicked out 'cause he was giving secrets to some kids from Camp Hitachi. Our programmers said that wasn't fair since in August we're supposed to have war games with them on "Embargo Day."

Everything else is fine here. The weather is okay, except whenever it rains we have alot of downtime. For a couple days last week I was feeling dizzy, but the camp doctor said it was only because of the microwave transmissions, and since I wasn't pregnant, I had nothing to worry about. Pregnant? Yuk. But Mom, please send me some more of those name tags. I'm always losing my floppy disks because the tags keep falling off.

I know you told me I didn't have to write every day, but it's no trouble. I have this friend whose father does something called direct mail, and he can send letters without even touching the paper. So far, I've sent three postcards to every person living in our zipcode. It's real neat.

Dad, I need some more money for canteen and for my electric bills. Listen, I gotta go, I'm back on line now. Say hi to Billy.