[The Omniverse - Abyssal Cloud Server Farm]
The subterranean levels of the Abyssal Cloud Server Farm were sweltering. The massive, obsidian data racks were operating at maximum capacity, simultaneously processing the telemetry of the Stamina Meters and streaming the Ad-Supported Dreams into the minds of four million sleeping heroes.
Valerius, the four-armed celestial CTO, was frantically typing at a glowing terminal. The air smelled of melting copper and ozone.
Victor Thorne stepped out of the executive elevator, his midnight-blue suit perfectly cutting through the oppressive heat.
"Principal Thorne!" Valerius shouted over the deafening roar of the overworked server fans. "The processing load from the dream-marketing is too high! The primary 180-Wrath ether-adapters are failing! We are hitting catastrophic thermal limits, and the hardware is throttling!"
"I do not tolerate throttling, Valerius," Victor said smoothly, taking a slow sip of his black coffee. "Fix it."
"I can't without capital!" the CTO gestured to the glowing red warning screens. "We need fifty billion Omni-Credits to install a liquid-ether cooling infrastructure, or the entire network will melt down within the hour!"
"Capital expenditure on premium cooling systems is a dead loss," Victor checked his gold pocket watch. "We do not buy expensive infrastructure when basic physics is free."
Victor tapped his gold-nibbed pen against the Tycoon's Ledger.
The heavy blast doors of the server room slid open. Seraphina marched in, leading a battalion of automated repo-skeletons. They were wheeling hundreds of massive carts filled with ancient, glowing grimoires, sacred scrolls, and priceless spellbooks seized during the Elven Cartel bankruptcy auction.
"What is this?" Valerius coughed through the heat. "We can't cast ice spells! The servers block external magic!"
"We aren't casting anything," Victor smiled a ruthless, calculating smile. "Seraphina. Stack the books."
Under Victor's command, the skeletons began taking the ancient, priceless texts of the elven civilization and shoving them directly underneath the blistering 180-Wrath adapters. They stacked the grimoires perfectly, elevating the massive power supplies three inches off the obsidian floor.
Instantly, the trapped ambient heat vented outward. The unrestricted airflow rushed under the elevated servers, violently dropping the internal temperatures back into the green optimization zone.
"A Book Bridge," Victor explained, adjusting his cuffs as the warning alarms silenced. "We maximize ambient airflow and passive cooling by elevating the hardware using the physical mass of completely depreciated assets. I just saved you fifty billion credits."
Valerius stared in absolute horror as the sacred, ten-thousand-year-old history of the Elven Archmages was used as cheap plastic riser-stands for a corporate ad-server.
"The books are singeing," Valerius whispered, watching the covers of the ancient texts blacken under the extreme heat of the power adapters.
"Let them burn," Victor turned on his heel. "Knowledge is only valuable if it generates a return. Right now, it's generating airflow. Keep the servers online."