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Post by Ada Turing on Jun 14, 2010 14:38:12 GMT -5
"Hopefully, not much," Ada said. "Once Tumult has saved herself to disk and gone offline, I'll shut down the cluster, and the network should go back to normal. In the off chance it doesn't, I'd appreciate it if you could chase down what doesn't... sound right."
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Post by Aurora Lumina Robinson on Jun 14, 2010 15:48:56 GMT -5
"Oh, okay." Aurora had gotten so used to the sounds she had forgotten other people couldn't hear them. It wasn't an exact science though, so she just patiently waited for Ada to finish up.
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Post by Lawrence Galontauré-Jones on Jun 14, 2010 16:42:09 GMT -5
Galontauré-Jones reached into his bag and pulled out a portable hard drive. "There should be enough space on here," he said before returning his attention to the computer.
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Post by Ada Turing on Jun 14, 2010 16:52:26 GMT -5
After yet another brief conversation with Tumult, Ada plugged the drive in and its activity light immediately started flashing crazily as Tumult began loading her not inconsiderable mass onto the disk. Minutes later, she finished, leaving behind only the words "Will I dream?" glowing on a monitor. Ada typed three more commands to dump the log files of all the machines to the disk and bring the inference engine to a halt.
"Processes ended, and copies of all run-logs are on your disk." she reported. "Anything else you'd like done before I shut the cluster down?"
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Post by Lawrence Galontauré-Jones on Jun 14, 2010 22:26:35 GMT -5
"No, that should be sufficient. All you need to do is shut it down; I will then be able to bring the network back online."
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Post by Ada Turing on Jun 15, 2010 1:07:01 GMT -5
"Very well," Ada said. "System going down."
She typed a final command, and all the computer screens started displaying their shutdown status messages. Seconds later, a chorus of whirring CD drives ejected, and Ada started making the rounds, collecting the CDs back onto the spindle they'd started the day on. She closed each drive after removing its disk, and each machine shut off in turn, leaving the lab quiet and without the glow of monitors.
"System offline," she said, once the last machine's fans had spun to a halt. She slipped the plastic cover over the spindle of CDs, and put it on the desk closest to prof. Galontaure-Jones.
"I suppose you'll be wanting to hold on to these," Ada said.
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Post by Lawrence Galontauré-Jones on Jun 19, 2010 19:31:30 GMT -5
A minute or so later, everything began humming again as the network came back online.
"Well done. Now, I shall expect to see you both at least once a week for detention You are dismissed."
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