Everyone had heard stories about these kinds of places. But that’s all they were. Stories. Small rays of hope through an otherwise black period of history. They didn’t exist. They couldn’t exist. It was folly. A fairy tale. But I believed. I had to believe. No, that’s bullshit. The truth of it was that I wanted to believe. I wanted it to be true. I wanted to believe in the fairy tale. I wanted the happy ending. I wanted to be the kid in a candy shop, running from machine to machine, sampling all the treats; wanted my bags to overflow with cores and drives and RAM and processors. To live to see
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