There is something about creating digital photography in a server room. Row after row of large masses of data. Lights blinking. Wires streaming over head and under the floor.
I always want to talk in a hushed tone around these objects, as if I would interrupt some critical calculation by asking where the light switch was.
Of course, you can’t whisper, or even talk softly, because of the cooling fans, air conditioning units, and, occasionally, the tech engineer trying to figure out why the marketing director wants to show him working on the new unit instead of the older one that actually needs to be repaired.