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deep story nr. 167 | server farm | by Miss Monique

deep story nr. 167 | server farm | by Miss Monique

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The footsteps got louder and louder, accompanied by a metallic
rattle – which somehow sounded familiar to me. I looked around
frantically. Where in this room could I hide so as not to be
discovered? I started to analyze the situation systematically
because I had little time. Don't panic now, I said quietly to
myself. My eyes wandered around the room. The equipment was
reduced to the bare minimum, but what else could I expect from a
technical room. The idea of hiding in a closet would have been
too good to be true. The boilers and machines in front of me gave
me little cover. I would have been discovered there with ease. My
eyes wandered across the room, before getting drawn to the corner
with the server farm. For a fraction of a second it seemed to me
as if I saw a brief flash, almost like a reflection of a small
mirror in direct sunlight. As if magically attracted, I walked in
the direction from which I suspected the light was coming. There
was something on the floor there. I looked down and noticed a
chunky silver ring with an engraving on it. I'll take a closer
look at it later. When I pick up the ring I noticed that I was
standing in front of a cable duct sunk into the floor. A base
plate protruded a little. A flash of thought came to me! If I did
manage to move the base plate, I could hide in the shaft. I
grabbed the base plate with my hands and a shudder traveled
through my spine. It felt like putting my bare hand into a bag of
ice cubes. With all my strength I managed to push the base plate
aside, just enough to have a gap that could be wide enough for
me. I slid down feet first and touched the ground below. Then I
noticed that I was standing on thick cables that lead from the
server farm into the cable duct. I reassured myself by mumbling
that it was not the worst hiding place and lied down on my back
in the cable duct. My hands reached to the extinguisher on the
floor plate lying over me. After that is just needed to move the
base plate back into the anchoring. Done! The door to the
technical room slammed shut and I held my breath in shock. The
steps were getting closer to the place I was hiding. Above me I
suddenly noticed a black pair of shoes with silver heels. So
that's where the metallic clatter came from …

Today's deep story, which is presented to you by Miss Monique, is
also full of energy. Born in Ukraine, she travels around the
globe as a DJ and producer and, with her label Siona Records, is
known for its unmistakable progressive sound.