The open case
But software did not exhaust his curiosity. There was what lived inside the box, and he wanted to see it.
He liked taking computers apart and putting them back together. In front of the open case, he recognized the motherboard, the processor, the memory modules, the power supply, the storage drives. He watched the parts, moved the connections, tried to understand what each one did. Research came afterwards and worked as a translator: it gave names and explanations to what his hands had already found.
His cousin was the reference. He was the one who formatted the family computer, and the boy followed along. In time, the relationship gained another chapter: the boy became the one formatting his cousin's computer, and his cousin's parents' computers. The care for machines reached other relatives, and what had been learning slowly became a service.
At twelve, he was already working at a LAN house, formatting and repairing computers. There he learned the maintenance practices of the period, such as cleaning the contacts of a RAM stick with an eraser. He was drawn to setups that promised more performance, like CrossFire, which combined graphics cards, and RAID 0, which spread data across drives. Fixing what was broken was not enough; he wanted to find out how far the machine could go.
At home, curiosity took on another scale. He set up Habbo and Transformice servers from the systems and emulators available. To get them running, he had to configure programs, establish connections and deal with networking tools like Hamachi. Nothing came ready. He learned at the exact moment he made the parts talk to each other.