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The internet looks so simple with its slick flat pages, like a telephone booth neatly packaged and decorated for the pleasure of passers by.

But once you open that door, there’s a vast enterprise, buzzing through bots and commands, orders and diktats, in code written living books.

And sometime we have to fight these bots, or so it seems until you remember you created them and they love you brov.

Our forefathers, the masons, had tricky tasks of making ceilings round and tall cathedrals that stand, but our cathedrals, they move.

Or so it seems. The brick upon brick, with a little bit of cement glue, a filispango to measure it straight, did not have the wall talk back to you, or go off to build another wall on its own, or add some brick somewhere… well, not quite on your head.

When it was tall and standing it stood, it did not go on to randomly add another roof, to maybe remove a window, or door, or entire floor.

Our houses are a bit different, the digital ones and nowadays. On the surface, at the 2d where you are, they might be a bit more like the fashionable boutiques in Hampstead looked from the outside, though of a Roman flavor as our websites tend to be white. Just some bricks and seemingly all of a similar structure.

On the inside however, architecting these walls is a very unappreciated modern high art as it is difficult to see the inside, unlike the very visible pantheon.

And yet it moves, said Galileo. The bots. But they don’t really, more than that cement glue moves, or the water and the cement that makes it glue.

We move them, through vast living books that sooner or later will surpass the written word, though code is written too.

But few appreciate these code books as some form of art, if indeed anyone, as they tend to be more like accounting receipts. And yet, dull as they may be, through them in theory some African kid with a computer and some passion can build an empire.

These are the times. 

Cluster, myCluster

Your gates I meet again, to greet the city down, and see its shinny bots, ordering my empire around.

Though much I would prefer, to see you not again, to deal with the business of men, I still perhaps should give you, a poem for the ages, as gates of Ancient Greeks, they said in story old, now greet our modern time, in perhaps a golden down.

No TV screenes here, with flashy number charts, just terminals that wait, for my commands. 

And there so greeting there, the many towns around, that instantly appear, for my architecting ground.

Hop to one and other, some more liked and more, back the old sounder… cluster/mycluster.

When they said they’re engineers, some laughed, but now we see their vast enterprises, it is easy to picture some of these unassomuning coders sitting in their flat screen computers as building city level infrastructure projects, and even vast dams or continental high speed rail.

For a website, nowadays, a small one is basically a house or a small business front and others are skyscrapers, with digital rooms or floors where they keep their data, another for app/s and a few more for the halls of bots.

It used to be a lot simpler of course. You’d just get a packaged shed and make do with it because everyone was poor on the internet back then, so sheds were for all.

Now you have to play with kubes because flashy commercial premises at the edge of tech have become as cheap as sheds.

Kubernetes. Few know the word or care. Another unnoticed innovation that is starting to bear fruit as the architecture, design and power of giants becomes available to anyone.

And what might be most impressive about it is its simplicity. This whole complex operation with many moving parts, is in the end just a file with a few hundred lines and one command.

That’s unappreciated power in public hands and gives some nuances to these giants we and others have criticized.

They moving. Not on the old stuff, search and ads or books for Amazon, but on the new stuff, the living books.

The future afterall won’t be that much different than was promised. There was just a short delay, that’s all. 

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