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Jeremy had made Miranda curious about the Cray XC50 supercomputer.
However, now that she was standing in front of it, she was disappointed—though Jeremy didn’t seem to be.
After Jeremy’s descriptions of high-tech simulated warfare and advanced pilot training, even modeling of future control methodologies, she’d expected more. Jeremy had made it all sound so exciting.
Instead, they’d stood together in an underground room of stark white. White plastic floor tiles. White ceiling tiles. White walls. Air conditioning cool enough that she was glad she still had her coat.
The computer itself was four lines of six-foot-tall cabinets. It had a long blue swoosh logo across the cabinets—much simpler than Nike’s swoosh.
Clean lines.
She liked that at least.
And it was a nice color of blue.
