Patsy looked at the server farm with a mixture of admiration and fear.
The room looked like something out of a movie. Hundreds of server
clusters stood a few feet apart humming to themselves in semi darkness.
All that was needed to make it into a horror would be if they pumped in
some dry ice smoke to lay across the floor. Now she was in charge of
this place.
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