Written in the style of City of Stairs by Robert Jackson Bennett:

He rips open the panel, exposing the innards of the server box.

It’s hideous: a horrifying snarl of wires intertwined in a jungle of copper and silicone. Heat radiates within—a bead of sweat crawls down Lenzini’s visor—and for a moment, he is overwhelmed by sheer chaos.

Follow the wires. Find their point of origin. Distill it down to the simplicity of a circuit diagram.

His hand brushes exposed wiring. Sparks flash; smoke fills the box. Lenzini withdraws his scorched glove, cursing the shoddy design, poor maintenance and (especially) the rich assholes that sent him to do this job.