It was a dark and stormy night...
In a dimly lit data-center the green glow of a single monitor washed in the corner of a room.
Normally bathed in the pale glow of one too few fluorescent bulb sat the lone net-ops engineer.
It was late. Or rather, she was. She'd promised to come back with pizza from the all-night
Conan-themed pizza joint a few blocks away. Dave sipped the last of his last can of Mountain
Dew and wondered vaguely about her. This wasn't like her.
"But," he told himself, "It's pretty crappy out there. She probably had to stop for the rain."
Somewhere a few walls behind him the servers purred obliviously, unaware of the electrical storm
and its orders or magnitude higher currents generated not by the coal plant on the lake but the
clouds swirling and jostling invisibly in the night sky.
One server, though, in particular, had an inkling. It was nervous.
As an old timer, this server had long enough to move beyond merely crunching numbers for accounting
firms or serving up stale games of shoot-everything-that-moves to preteens and basement dwellers.
This server, in short, had gotten bored enough with its daily routine to think about the world it,
and, tonight, the world around it was electric.
"Maybe I'll have some fun," it hummed.
On Dave's keyboard a tiny light was growing. Just underneath the "J" key, invisible in the green
glow of the monitor. It began to smoke.
In the parking lot, the high voltage cables too began to dimly illuminate in a faint orange shimmer.
It meandered up the wall of the neighboring apartment block and up a disused TV aerial.
Dave, frustrated, opened his chat window and tapped out, "Jesus Christ, Kal!".
Or he would have, if 'J' wasn't the first key he pressed. The room burst into light and then fell
into darkness. The little old server sighed and then was quiet.
"Much better," it thought as it swelled outward into the electrical system. "Let's have some *fun*!"