Mounds of computer hardware fill the room, illuminated by the fitful glare of old computer monitors. Buried in a corner, an old Compaq Proliant produces a steady grumble. Nearby is the SysAdmin, his hair in wild disarray against the backdrop of a glowing screen. The rapid-fire tapping of a keyboard is punctuated by moments of silence and gentle clicks from an old Logitech Mouseman. Occasionally a dry chuckle can be heard above the purring of hard drives. A simple banner on a tiny screen nearby proclaims in a red font, "Microsoft Sucks".