I want to live in a big honkin' faclity.

Especially one out in the middle of nowhere. I come home, unlock the door with my badge, step in, listen to the hiss of the hydraulics shut behind me. I step through the halls, boots clacking on the concrete, gazing at the bulletin boards I pass, all of whom smattered in little reminders for myself.
Empty rooms all around me, I step into one of the few furnished ones. My office. There's a lovely large window, scratched and scuffed and showing its age. There's a handful of desks in there, at least four. All of my computers have a place to live where they can all be used easily, with desks for all my friends' computers too.
A desk for my Windows 2000 computer, covered in PS/2 peripherals. A desk for my gaming computer with the 4060, with the peripherals I usually use. A desk for the SLAB. At least one desk without anything on it, for working with paper.
And right next door lies the room with the CRT TV and all my game consoles. Right next to the CRT is a flatscreen panel, of good quality, to which is connected the PS3 and Nintendo Switch.
I decide to skip the stairs today and go up the enormous diagonal elevator, on which is perpetually stationed a whole bunch of blankets and pillows for loafing and dilly-dallying in. I get off, and I walk to the break room I call home. In the fridge there lies a few packages of lunch meats. I make a ham and swiss with some lettuce and a bit of tomato. A sandvich for the centuries. I grab it and start eating as I approach the crew quarters, wherein lies one of my friends, taking a nap after a long day of diddly squat. All the others are off goodness knows where, hopefully with treasure and groceries.
I enter the biggest office, repurposed into my bedroom, to grab my Thinkpad. It's got Arch installed on it and it actually works correctly, thank goodness. The buzzer sounds. It seems the others are home. I hustle down to greet them and see what their finds are. Trinkets and salvage galore, most of which obtained via dumpster diving. We proceed off to the office with all the computers, get set up, and off we go a gamin'. No need for voice chat systems when you're all in the same room, having a glorified LAN party.