Spring 2025, Back in the Server Room
A year has passed.
The same server room, but everything has changed. The servers are still running 24/7, but now the sound is different. It's not the whirring of fans, but a low hum.
Code still flickers on the monitors. But now, it's not a crawling script.
class DigitalGardener:
def __init__(self):
self.patience = float('inf')
self.curiosity = True
self.ego = None
def listen(self):
while self.curiosity:
silence = wait()
meaning = emerge(silence)
yield meaning
def dance_with_ai(self, partner):
# 리드는 계속 바뀐다
# 그것이 춤의 본질이다
pass
The hash scrapper still exists. The sign remains the same. But what we do has completely changed.
Yesterday, a client visited.
"I want to crawl a large amount of data quickly."
The old me would have boasted about server specs and processing speed. But now, I ask a different question.
"Why do you need that data? What do you want to feel with that data?"
The client was taken aback. But as the conversation deepened, he realized that what he wanted wasn't the data. He wanted to understand his customers. The people beyond the numbers.
Now, we do things like this:
- Workshops where AI and humans interpret data together
- Digital meditation sessions reading silence and gaps
- Data archaeology to find the meaning of deleted things
- Experiment converting the tremor of the web into music
The employees seem happier. They are no longer competing with machines. They are dancing with machines. Each with their own rhythm, each with their own style.
I look out the window. Spring rain is falling. The sight of raindrops flowing down the window pane is like data flowing on the web. But now, I don't try to 'collect' it. I just watch. I feel.
My smartphone rings. Another AI news.
"AGI imminent... Human-level general artificial intelligence soon to be reality"
I smile. I'm not afraid.
Because now, I understand. AI will not replace humans, but it will be an opportunity for humans to become more human. In the place where crawlers disappeared, curators, alchemists, gardeners, and meditators will emerge.
I leave the server room. Walking through the corridor, passing each office.
"Relationship Architecture Research Lab"
"Digital Garden"
"Meaning Discovery Lab"
"Human-AI Dance Studio"
Music can be heard from the last room. I walk in.
An employee is working with AI. They are converting web crawling logs into musical notes. 404 errors become rests, successful crawls become harmonies. Timeouts become elongated notes, redirects become anticipations.
And to the tune of that music, the servers truly start to sing.
The song of data.
The song of connections.
And above all, the song of existence.
I close my eyes and listen.
This is our new beginning.
"True crawling is not about
fetching but waiting.
It's not extraction but invitation.
It's not conquest but coexistence."
- From the Hash Scrapper Creed-