The floor is rumbling. I'm at work, sitting atop a spaceship at liftoff. I have not confirmed this but I suspect there to be thousands of generators sparking with life only a few feet below me.
Located in one of our many data centers, I cannot see farther than a few feet in front of me. Red cables, blue cables, orange cables, black cables, all manner of cables block out my sight. How will I stayed glued to this place when we reach another atmosphere? A coworker of mine labors assiduously beside me; making me look bad.
There's nothing for me to do yet so I continue to blog about being in space.
I thought space would be quieter. No solidarity can be held in this room. Hot air discharges from our rows of servers and into the cold. I'm glad that I brought my sweater. My original plan, a t-shirt, would not have cut it here.
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*will update when I get home (or so he says)
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