We bought a building that already had some servers in it and turned it into the most private, most secret colocation spot in the Berkshires. Think speakeasy for sysadmins, but instead of whiskey there’s redundant cooling and instead of jazz it’s the gentle hum of 10Gbps links whispering gossip about packet loss.

Features:

• Entrance: a nondescript door behind a farmers’ market sign. If you find it, congratulations — you’re either very resourceful or suspiciously lost.

• Reception: a potted fern and a sign that reads “No solicitors. No drones. No questions.” The receptionist is an elderly Roomba who’s really committed to security.

• Security: Alarms, key cards, humans, and The secret handshake (we’re still working on that one). Cameras so discreet even spies get paranoid.

• Power: UPSs, and a generator that sounds like an old man humming sea shanties when it kicks in. Your uptime will be legendary and mildly musical.

• Cooling: whisper-quiet CRACs and airflow so precise you could hold a soufflé next to a rack and it’d stay puffy.

• Networking: peering so exclusive it flirts with fiber at parties. Latency lower than your expectations of public Wi‑Fi.

• Privacy: soundproofed rooms, Faraday-caged sessions for hot takes, and a “Do Not Disturb — Secrets Baking” sign. If your neighbors ask what you’re running, you legally do not need to tell them.