In that Google, the Art of Cartography attained such Perfection that the servers mapping a single Province occupied the entirety of a City
One datacenter modelled on an art gallery; another a fancy-dress shop, servers of all sizes and colours hanging from racks, yours to rent
Servers shrunk to dust motes, transported around the datacenter by ants, following dynamic pheromone routes and singing to each other in BGP
The servers travelled so far that they could be pinged but not found. Someone suggested locating them all on some kind of shared drawing.
The servers were redundant, write-only; no defragmentation needed. They gritted the roads they mapped. They tasted good on ice cream.
Eventually a pile of servers in Idaho could be seen from space; the computational needs of mapping its dynamics pulled all other servers in.
As the amount of data stored increases, so does the amount of undetected data corruption. And thus total chaos is conserved.