unixman interacts with the cluster 1

He opened the door and went though to the dimply lit room where the rack of computer boxes occupied almost a third of it, in the corner away from the single window. A pair of flat LCD monitors lay attached to each other on the desk with a single chair that took up the remaining space. It was already dark outside, and no light other than that of a single desk lamp was reflected on the walls. He needed to absorb no more photons other than the ones emitted from the screen, and maybe some needed for the occasional search of the Control or Alt buttons on the keyboard.

The computer rack was an assortment of colors, each computer box with its own shape too; the "servers" as they called them, even though they didn't serve any data to anyone outside the company, rather than doing the opposite and collecting data from the web for the people that operated them. Fumbling through the maze of cables that came out allover the front of the boxes to connect them to each other, he found the master switch for the rack and flicked it. Almost at the same time, with a few of them trailing behind at a couple of random positions on the rack, he could hear the machines booting up with the whirring sounds of their CPU fans and movable
parts of their drives filling up the room.

He sat on the chair with his hands resting over the keyboard, idle while he observed the lines rolling by across the screen, as the different daemons confirmed their correct register with the kernel. This kernel of the operating system was custom built by his group to be over=clocked and efficient, containing only the minimums that controlled the processors across the machines. Soon the lines had stop scrolling by, and a blinking cursor was prompting him to enter a login name for this
computer cluster.