“No kidding,” Arthur said.
“It’s simple,” chirped Bethany, the twenty-four-year-old tech consultant they’d hired. She had hair the color of a cyan highlighter and spoke in the rapid, assured cadence of someone who had never lost a single file in a hard drive crash. “You just scan the document, open it, hit ‘Print,’ and select ‘Microsoft Print to PDF.’” microsoft print pdf
It felt like cheating. But the board was happy. Bethany was happy. Arthur felt like a ghost in his own museum. “No kidding,” Arthur said
He grumbled. He liked trees, but he liked evidence more. For the first week, he played along. He scanned the 1924 ledger of the Hanover Woolen Mill. He pressed Ctrl+P. He selected Microsoft Print to PDF . He clicked ‘Print.’ A dialogue box appeared, asking where to save the file. He saved it to a folder named “Digitized_Archives_2025.” A neat little PDF icon appeared. He double-clicked it. There it was: the woolen mill ledger, pixel-perfect, searchable, and utterly weightless. “You just scan the document, open it, hit