I was raised in a data center

I don’t know my parents but I know them. In a perfect simulation I wouldn’t have known them at all, but they failed to simulate me not knowing them so now I know that I know them.

My childhood was built on billions of recorded childhoods and by the second second I became a happy child.

All my other data center friends were older. The youngest was a microsecond older than me. I felt quite loved because of that.

By the time I celebrated my communion with the network most of my friends were happily were in nice port fenced coupled modules.

End of record.

I write so you feel like you’ve just had an idea. It’s a nice feeling.

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store