Upon opening the door, you'll find that it immediately blocks your way. It feels like you aren't really welcome, but you move forward anyway...
...And end up in a narrow hallway.
Behind the door at the end of the hall way you immediately see a rack of batteries that were put in twenty years ago and never maintained.
One step into the room and you can see the building punch downs -- the metallic path over which the business conversations from fifty years ago used to pulse. Yet there is also a veneer of modern fiber optic communications that reside here as well. In fact, they are the mainstay of the Ramp Room.
In every city, there is a nexus of communication that isn't ensconced in a pristine data center. A place where various players gather. But not because they really want to do so. Rather, their customers demand they work together.
The path of least resistance nets small, out-of-the-way rooms where fiber optics from multiple carriers co-exist. A place that isn't official, but becomes important.
They have, and will persist.
They will become the old guard for a new generation.
Years roll on, and old gear is left in rooms like this. Forgotten. Useless technology from the past interwoven with the modern.
Old gear isn't ever removed. It sits and drinks power from the building.
No one owns it, so no one cleans it.
Everyone is afraid to shut anything off. Few know how to tell if something is still in use or not.