The hum of the server room was a low, rhythmic pulse, a digital heartbeat in the basement of the old warehouse. For Marcus, it was the sound of progress. He leaned back in his chair, eyes reflecting the glow of three monitors, each filled with lines of code and status bars.
The hum of the server room was a low, rhythmic pulse, a digital heartbeat in the basement of the old warehouse. For Marcus, it was the sound of progress. He leaned back in his chair, eyes reflecting the glow of three monitors, each filled with lines of code and status bars.