freeasinbeer

He slowly ambles from the small, cramped server room. His eyes long for sunlight, his skin longs to soak in the warmth and roll in the moist, green grass, but his soul longs for text. Lines of white text neatly positioned over a black background on a small screen. It was his world, something only he understood. It was his passion for system administration, and he loved his job. He loved quiet nights, sipping tea by the light of the forums, long discussions in the chatrooms, organizing text into neat little blocks for the computer to process. He loved it all. Beads of sweat trickled down his face. It was warm outside, but it was scorching in t