The heat in Max Butler's safe house was nearly unbearable.
It was the equipment's fault. Butler had crammed several servers and laptops into the studio apartment high above San Francisco's Tenderloin neighborhood, and the mass of processors and displays produced a swelter that pulsed through the room.
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http://www.wired.com/techbiz/people/magazine/17-01/ff_max_butler
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