[coogle]

The Lan..

The desks filled slowly in the great hall. Veterans, their eye's scared by years of pixel damage,
uncounted deaths and bodies lie in their wake, sit next to newbies, their minds still fragile, their
hopes unlamented and their dreams unscathed.

Here and there the admins roam like raven's, darting here and there, tightening cables, flicking switches,
ensuring the lan runs smoothly, oiled like a wet drain, nothing allowed to spill out into the night.
Machines are plugged in, screens flicker wildly before the power pulls them into focus. Hands
gently caress keyboards, mice and joysticks in a sensual melding of purpose.

A shout from the back. "Where's the network gone." Admins flutter past, trying to find the solution.
Their eyes beady with intent. Cables are checked and re-checked. Servers admonished for laziness.
Success, the net is back. Traffic starting to filter down it's near invisible wires. A code of intricate
precision, it dances along the wavelengths searching for it's home.

Bang. A door blows open in the breeze startling those, whose awareness hasn't delved deep into
the silicon paradise. Few heads look up, eye's still mezmerised by the play of light on screens.
Music ringing in their ears, cupped by black apparatus, like moluscs on exposed rocks in the
ocean.

The razor dance has begun, who will survive. Who will surcumb the the aching fatigue, drawn on
by little movement, and intense concentration. Only time will tell.