Run the installer.
His fingers, greased with old thermal compound, hovered over the arrow keys. Left, down-left, down, down-right, right… He moved. The server hummed. The reactor whined.
The "server" turned out to be a half-sunken arcade barge, rusted into the mud of a forgotten estuary. Inside, the air tasted of salt and ozone. And sitting in a dry bubble, powered by a humming micro-reactor, was a single server rack.