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This question is a tribute to something that has helped me and a lot of fellow quizzers.

On a dark office evening,

Sat down in my chair

Sharp smell of stale coffee

Circling round in the air.

Suddenly on the webpage

There came a flickering light.

My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim;

I had to stop for the night.

There it was in the link list:

"Edit page; you'll do well"

And I was thinking to myself

This could be Heaven or this could be Hell!

Then it lit up the quickbar

And it showed me the way.

There were pages begging for clean-up;

I thought I heard them say:

Welcome to the Hotel X

Such a lovely place

So much empty space

Plenty of work at the Hotel X

Any time of year

You can find us here...

Its structure's maze-passage twisted;

No one knows where it ends.

It's got a lot of money mirror sites,

That it calls friends.

And in the dance of the pages

Editors sweat -

Some change to remember,

Some change to forget.

So I chose Contributions,

Tell me, what have I done?

And it said:

This is all that you've been good for, here,

since two thousand and one.

And still those pages beg changes

From far away,

Keep you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel X

Such a lovely place

So much empty space

They're typing it in at the Hotel X

Things that you can do—

Revert vandals, too—

Many links in the Portal

Disambigs won't suffice

And users said,

We are all just prisoners here

Of our own device.

And in the Most Requested

The list of pages increased;

They edit with their steely knives

But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember,

I couldn't take any more.

I had to find the passage back

to the life I had before

Relax, said the Rambot,

We are programmed to receive.

You can log out any time you like

But you can never leave.

Solve for X and put fundae.

Cat