After cleaving in twain the coffee-belching toad, Conan sank to the ground, his mighty thews at the last weary from his travails. Stretching out his taut and muscular frame, glistening with sweat, upon the sward next to the tarn of coffee spewed by the monstrous toad which he had just hewn in twain, Conan sank into slumber.
While he lay there, like a panther on a high branch, ready to become alert at the slightest disturbance, he dreamt. In his mighty warrior's dream he found himself in an ancient and massy datacenter. Even the smallest of universal serial bus cables had the girth of Conan's great arm, and the power cables were large enough to crush a man in their coils even as a great boa constrictor crushes a cayman.
Greatly wondering, yet undaunted ,for nothing of heaven above nor hell beneath could daunt the mighty engineer, Conan approached the server nearest him, leaving light sandal prints in the untracked dust. With the fearless resolve of a follower of the great god of the Cimmerians, Cron, he ascended 99 steps to a great platform upon which rested a keyboard and monitor, and entered a keystroke. Immediately the monitor screen filled with these dread characters, repeated over and over:
"ERROR: requested WAL segment 00000001000051E200000053 has already been removed"
Then Conan awoke, disquieted.
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