Mechanical whirrs are heard from throughout the complex, but you don't have time to worry about that right now. The construct stands before you, xyzzy.
The construct appears to you as an ancient computer, one from the Old Age, a cream-colored CRT Monitor with a cream-colored keyboard in front of it. The tower sits next to the monitor, whirring away. You sense a magical aura connecting this construct to Discord's servers.
Hidden near the back, you spy a device labelled "Stats Display".
A single line is displayed on the monitor, which reads AWAITING INPUT.
You press a key on the keyboard, and the screen goes blank. The whirring intensifies, as it feels to be coming from all around you. You soon feel a sense of dizziness, before passing out.
You take a deep breath of salty air as the first raindrops begin to spatter the pavement, and the swollen, slate-colored clouds that blanket the sky mutter ominous portents amongst themselves over the little coastal town of Anchorhead.
A display sits in the back, almost out of view, consisting of boards with printed text and nixie tubes. The whole thing reads:
xyzzy is on 0000 servers with 0000 currently active sessions.
You spot a sticky note in the corner reading "data updated hourly".