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1sockchuck writes "It was a bad week to be a piece of electrical equipment inside a major data center. There have been five major incidents in the past week in which generator or UPS failures have caused data center power outages that left customers offline. Generators were apparently the culprit in a Rackspace outage in Dallas and a fire at Fisher Plaza in Seattle (which disrupted e-commerce Friday), while UPS units were cited in brief outages at Equinix data centers in Sydney and Paris on Thursday and a fire at 151 Front Street in Toronto early Sunday. Google App Engine also had a lengthy outage Thursday, but it was attributed to a data store failure."
Eric felt his scrotum contract in its latest desperate attempt to keep his testicles warm. This hospital, wherever it was, was damned drafty.
It didn't help that the nurses on his floor, who had been treating Eric like a complete bitch, liked to keep the air conditioning cranked up. Or was it just his room? He noticed they pulled their cardigans and sweaters around them only when they came to see him.
"Nurse! Nurse!" Eric shouted. "Excuse me, nurse?!"
Eric heard a chair creak, followed by footsteps coming down the hall. They were quick around here, one of the only good things Eric had yet noticed. Perhaps it was because of his celebrity status.
"Yes?" the nurse said, crossing her goose-pimpled arms.
"Nurse, it's damn cold in here," Eric said. "And I think my pain medication is wearing off. Can I have some more pills?"
Her beady eyes, set atop wrinkled, puffy cheeks, lasered him in his bed. This was the sixth time Eric had shouted for her since her shift began. She didn't know him well but she was definitely starting to hate him.
"Oh! And my urinal needs emptied!" Eric added.
The nurse pursed her lips and folded her arms without breaking eye contact, "get fucked" in body language.
Eric smiled a crooked, leering grin at her and winked in a bid to charm her into emptying his piss. The nurse wondered if he was about to have another seizure.
She picked up Eric's chart, flipped through it, and replaced it.
"Mr. Raymond," the nurse said, "you're not due for more pain medication for two more hours."
Eric's mustache, orange and drooping, twitched.
"Do you need your bandages looked at?"
Eric shifted in his bed, stiff and uncomfortable. He slowly, awkwardly, stretched his hospital gown down over his knees.
"Nooo, no, no I don't," Eric said. "My bandages are just fine."
"Fine then," the nurse said. "I'll get your urinal. Do you need anything else?"
Eric watched as the nurse lifted his urinal carefully off of his lunch tray. It was completely full1,000 cubic centimeters, one full quart of piss and mounding at the top.
The nurse stifled a gag as she slowly made her way into the restroom.
"This damn IV has me swimming!" Eric called after her with a quick laugh.
He heard her pouring his urine into the toilet and felt the urge to go again. It had been dark brown, viscous, and smelled to high heaven like sick wet meat. He really hoped whatever they had him on was working.
She returned from the restroom and replaced Eric's urinal.
"I'll be back when it's time for your medication," she said. "Dinner is in an hour."
With that she left until, she knew too well, the next time Eric grew bored or irritated.
Feeling as anxious as ever, Eric reached for billywig, his blueberry iBook, which had finally charged. He hit the start button and watched Yellow Dog Linux slowly crawl off of the hard drive into RAM.
Thank god this hospital had wifi. Thank god he had an Airport card in his iBook.
http://www.google.com/search?q=brown+piss
"Nope."
http://www.google.com/search?q=my+piss+is+brown
"Hmm Nope."
http://www.google.com/search?q=my+piss+is+brown+std
"Nope."
http://www.google.com/search?q=my+piss+is+brown+and+smells+like+rotting+meat+std
Eric was having no luck. The more he optimized his Google searches, he noted with alarm, the less relevant his search hits became.
Just keep having your stupid cloud fantasies, you pathetic dweebs waiting for the Singularity to lift you from your humdrum jobs. Maybe if you focused at least some of your life around what it means to be a individual sentient mind and be content with that--instead of slaving away at the abstractions of 1s and 0s--the need for 'the Cloud' would evaporate and we would even consider this a story.
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