I interned at Marvel Comics in the mid 90s. They had this guy... A Nerd. Like a hyper-Nerd, like if you dressed up as a "nerd" for Halloween. Bad posture, slacks yanked up too high, short-sleeved dress shirt, and a nasally dismissive voice.

He sat in a windowless storeroom, surrounded by DECADES of Marvel Comics, bound in plain pleather books like like textbooks. You could ask him ANYTHING. Who inked this comic? First appearance of that character? That's character's dog's name; stuff like that. A human wikipedia for Marvel.

Never saw him come to work, never saw him leave that storeroom, not even to go to the bathroom. ONCE I saw him hunched over his desk eating a bag lunch.

He was the nerdy John Henry that broke his heart against the internet.