Alex tried to open the door to the unused storage space, but it was locked. He only needed to force it once to break the lock. Breaking into that room was as easy as hacking into a Windows Server. However, once he switched the light on, the weak lamps revealed a space that was as ugly as a Linux desktop. Several rows of racks full of computers and piles of old books collecting dust. Alex noticed that the last rack was special, not only because it had several manuals for obsolete languages like Cobol and Clipper - and, interestingly enough, a space with a sign that read “Reserved for Java” - but because it partially hid some sort of an office at the end of the room. It was the familiar green glow that gave it away.

Alex believed he had found the last physical machine.

He went through the events that had led him there. Minutes earlier, he was sleeping with a gaming magazine over his face, leaning back on a computer chair at the data center monitoring room. He woke up when a red light started blinking as the clock struck 3 pm. A former analyst who had been responsible for the server that triggered the alarm had disappeared months before. According to statements, he was a weird guy who took exceptional care of that machine. People said he was more into that server than into his own wife. Nobody could get close to her - the machine, not the wife. That’s why the server never migrated to the new OpenStack-based virtualization model and remained the last physical server in the data center. Some people say it didn’t happen because the migration was scheduled for the exact same time the local JavaScript frameworks tournament finals were taking place.

The fact of the matter was that he was the one in charge of turning off that alarm now, but he didn’t know where the machine was located. At first, he tried the internal search system, but the process had so many reCAPTCHA screens it would take a robot to solve them all, so he decided to go to the central switch management. It wasn’t hard to find the machine at all, since it was labeled “Property of the guy who disappeared”. The cable led him to the back of the facility, more specifically to the door to the unused storage space.

Now he was about to turn off the alarm on that last physical machine. When he went to the back of the room, he saw a horrible scene - more bizarre than php code a bash script. The old server was there, melded with the partially-decomposed body of the missing man, who was still alive. That peculiar creature moaned, making sticky, electronic noises. His head was coming out of the old monochrome monitor, his torso was aligned with the yellowish computer tower, and his arms were intertwined with the keyboard. All that was left of his eyes conveyed a desperate plea for help.

Alex recomposed himself, took a deep breath, and took resolute steps towards the machine. He pried the man’s fingers from the keyboard - he may have broken a finger or two. service apache start. enter. He left the room, closed the door behind him, and went back to his station. He sat down, propped his feet on the desk, and opened his magazine: “It looks like the new God of War has an incredible resolution”.