From The Blinking Cursor to The Thinking Machine: A Memoir of Automation
There is a specific kind of silence that only exists in a server room late at night. It isn’t actually quiet—the fans are screaming, the air conditioning is humming like a jet engine, and the hard drives are clicking in a chaotic rhythm. But for those of us who have spent the last two decades in IT, it feels silent because we are alone with the machine. For people like…