Sender:Sarita Ybañes. Recipient:Callsign 'Cobra'. Topic:ʀᴇ: The present.
I see.
Let's say we wipe the slate clean and forget about the old server. Allow me to install another one under the same circumstances as the first. Ouray, I provide batteries, you turn it on and forget about it. The connection does not go dark again. I follow your Kepler Accords to the letter and ensure a non-trivial supply of cardamine and guns to you, and if you need batteries in the future, I'll acquire some for you at a discount. The more cardamine comes in, the more we make Liberty's porkocrats squeal.
What do you say? Server box for a felicitous lowering of the eyes and some high-value goods sound fair?