They're going to build data centres no matter what we do or say. We don't really understand what's going on. Big sheds with a mysterious air about them. All that water, power and err ... data. Packets and packets of lovely data. Blips and buzzes. Set on a green hill faraway in Auchtertool in Fife, where buffalo used to graze peacefully before being turned into burgers. Now the low hum of machines and occasional comings and goings will fill the airy space.
There will be security staff, fences and CCTV. An app to book your shifts. Fat blokes eating crisps and drinking Monster in the break room. Zero hours contracts. Robot cleaners in the corridors. Temporary staff. Showers nobody ever uses. Getting picked up by a mini-bus based in Kirkcaldy, the cost is deducted from your wages. Serial phone scrolling. Bird feeders by the substation. Out-sourced pay and HR services. A drinks machine that's broken. PPE that doesn't fit. Untended notices on notice boards. VIP visits - when everybody tries to hide. Secret smoke breaks. Fingerprint access machines that don't really work. A bicycle rack without any bicycles.
All this when we could have been shipbuilding (sic).
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