The computer which hosts the TriadCity game world is sadly no more.
It has ceased to be. It has expired and gone to meet its maker.
It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If we hadn't
nailed it to the rack, it'd be pushing up the daisies. Its metabolic
processes are now history. It's off the twig. It's kicked the
bucket, it's shuffled off the mortal coil, run down the curtain and
joined the choir invisible. It's an ex-computer.
Its replacement sits on Mark's floor, awaiting final configuration
and transport to the datacenter. Ready in a day or two.