April 7, 2026
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Our Mom-and-Pop Data Center

Meta operates 26 data centers in the United States and has said it will spend $600 billion to build new ones in the coming years. . . . It and other tech giants have hired “community affairs” workers to build local trust.

—The Times, in a story about tech companies creating folksy TV ads to change public opinion about the vast computing facilities that power A.I.

For more than five generations, Hillsbrook Servers has prided itself on being a family-owned and -operated data center. Situated on a parcel of what was once bright-green Iowa pasture, our supercomputing facility may not look like much. But, when push comes to shove, we route data that’s honest, sustainable, and community-driven. You haven’t experienced data like Hillsbrook data.

From Dairy to Data

Our journey began in the late twenty-twenties, with the family patriarch, Joseph Glunt, who grew up milking cows (and podcasting) on this very land. But as Zillennials abandoned dairy in favor of alternative milks, like oat and bodega cat, young Joseph knew he had to reinvent the family business. In 2028, heeding the advice of an ad he saw on Instagram, Joseph traded in his family’s cows for his first server rack. That’s when Hillsbrook Servers was born.

At a time when I.T. infrastructure was dominated by megacorporations exploiting the global supply chain, Hillsbrook had a vision for a new type of data: small-batch, handcrafted, and hyperlocal. From copper and silicon to neodymium and dysprosium, we harvest our minerals and rare-earth metals the old-fashioned way. If it’s in a semiconductor, we source it directly from our own front yard—with a shovel, a respirator mask, and an ice-cold pitcher of lemonade—just as Joseph and his daughters did more than a century ago. That’s a Hillsbrook promise.

The Hillsbrook Difference

We believe it takes a village to run a colocation facility. On a typical day, you might find Cousin Jasper out back rebooting some automatic transfer switches, or Uncle Perry wheeling in a new power-distribution unit. Little Betsy, the artist of the family, paints all of our red, green, and blue electrical wires by hand. When cables overheat, it’s up to Mee-maw to fetch buckets of water from the well. Heck, even our beloved pup, Dale, barks whenever a squirrel’s hiding in the networking hardware!

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