Alicia Atkins
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1,217 appearances
6 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 10 Sep
Alicia Atkins’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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In a mad dash to create more data storage, companies rushed and began to slap their servers on top of one another.
It turned the old system of refined stairs, hallways, and rooms into a chaotic mess of compressed, haphazard layers of copper wires, silicon, and flashing lights.
This slapdash method of data storage meant that repairs were needed to untangle the mess that was created decades ago.
You'd think the wise idea would be to bulldoze it all and start over.
But to entirely destroy 63.8 million square miles of area would be an impossible task.
So, repairmen would instead be utilized.
Two thousand meters.
The further down I went, the older the technology appeared.
In the distance, I heard the massive streams of the ancient ocean roaring throughout the server caves, funneling down and attempting to cool the roiling heat pulsating off the rusted machinery.
Billions of cooling vents rushed all the heat from the computers downward, which prevented the overheating of the surface.
However, this meant that the servers below now burned far too hot and boiled most of the water away.
The remaining streams were now nothing more than roaring, boiling rivers, blasting massive fumes of steam into the caverns.
This ocean has outlived its usefulness.
It is now just a worthless reminder of what it used to be.
The red arrows on my head-up display began to flash, indicating I was getting closer to the spot I needed to fix.
The whitebirds on my visor wiped the condensation from the steam away, and I swung myself forward, where I found purchase on a wide clearing of cracked plastic tubes and broken metal.
I found myself in an ancient cavern that used to be an organized server system, before the idea was abandoned for our current one.
The plastic and glass chips cracked underneath my boots as I moved forward.
This area I found myself in was similar to the office spaces of old, where it consisted of dozens of halls and doorways with labeled signs made for human eyes, which hadn't been necessary in a very long time.
The steam misted through the space like a haunted fog, threatening to burn away any unsuited poor soul that found their way in its path.
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