Planning for technology obsolescence

The cloud-based towers, the rows of analysts,
The hi-tech temples, the great Web itself,
Yea all which they inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this instance of a page, once faded,
Leave not a rack behind. They are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and their little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

(with apologies to W. Shakespeare)

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