The morning sun beat down on the corrugated metal roof of the Sunnyvale warehouse, turning the interior into an oven. Toby stood on a wobbly ladder, running a thick grey cable along the steel rafters.
"Toby, the slack is too tight on the secondary node," Quinn called out from the floor. She was standing next to a brand-new, massive server rack they had taken delivery of at 6:00 AM.
"I'm pulling as hard as I can, Quinn!" Toby yelled down, his face flushed. "This cable is heavier than it looks."
"Just leave two feet of give near the junction box," Quinn instructed, pointing to a metal box on the wall. "If the temperature fluctuates, the cable will snap if it's completely taut."
Toby adjusted the cable and climbed down the ladder, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Okay, the T1 line is offic
