The small apartment is quiet at this hour, the only sound the quiet hmmm of a computer fan. They're everywhere here, computers. They're piled on every available surface, all old-fashioned models or half-taken-apart. Most look like they haven't been touched in years. Only one remains on, wires from every part of the room trailing into the back of it. It sits on top of the desk shoved into the corner of the room, nearly crowded off the edge by two ancient-looking rack mount servers. The screen glows blue in the dark, currently displaying three things: the current time (5:11 AM), the date (February 22nd, 1997), and a news headline ("Scientists scramble as phage cases rise") scrolling past under the box that says LOG IN HERE.