Empty Red Bull cans litter the floor, reflecting the warm glow of the monitors. Alongside the sketch boards lie drained liters of Mountain Dew, partially eaten burritos and dozens of 486 machines configured as Linux Beowulf clusters. A Pentium II machine plugged into a seemingly endless line of surge suppressors hums as it continues to brute-force password guesses at a rate of 10 million per second. Only 12 more hours to go...








