2020: A Note from Fenella
Alice was not only my cousin but my companion in thought. Where I dissected society through history, philosophy, and the stubborn persistence of patriarchy, she turned her mind toward the new architectures of code and communication. We did not always agree, but that was never the point. Alice enlarged the conversation.
What I admired most was her refusal to be seduced by novelty. She understood that technology is never neutral—that it carries forward our prejudices, our desires, our blind spots. She also understood that intelligence cannot be reduced to circuits or syllogisms. For Alice, machines mattered less than the humans who built and used them.
She could be sharp, even caustic, when confronted with laziness or cliché. Yet underneath that edge was an extraordinary patience: the patience to listen, to explain, to build bridges between worlds that seemed otherwise divided.
Her loss is personal, yes, but it is also cultural. We lost a Mallard who spoke the language of the future without forgetting the weight of the past. I keep her words close not as relics, but as tools—for they are not finished with us yet.
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