Jess didn't really need an office. Oh, for certain she did have one where she could handle all the day-to-day paperwork that she came across and make sure that it was all filed properly. But for the most part, Jess handled most of that business personally.
The Roughriders were, for the most part, paperless. It not only helped keep the consumption of biomass down, but it also made it a lot less likely that sensitive documents would fall into enemy hands without encryption. However, early on there would be problems with the networks. Computers would refuse to speak to each other (literally, usually due to some argument over a trivial matter), or there was an accidental severing of a network line ("Do you have any idea how much trouble it is to get a hold of that much fiber up here!?")... or, some areas just hadn't been wired up yet. So, in the beginning they relied on a sneaker-net and everyone carried specially 'waved one-terabyte USB flash-drives. And it had stuck ever since.
Ben and Gina had even gone one step further and made software to go with it so the moment someone plugged in their drive, the files in an outbox folder would be transferred to the terminal's inbox. Of course, it underwent a lot of tweaking to make it work better, such as addressing files for a specific person's terminal, but the point was that it worked. If not as fast as the 'normal way', then a lot more secure. (Indeed, 36 Atalante's 'Secure Network' much smaller than most others, relying solely on their sneaker-net to transfer sensitive files inside the base.)
And of course, Jess was largely responsible for ensuring that important documents made it to where they were supposed to go. With her one-hundred capable sets of hands and eyes, she was everywhere inside the asteroid base. But of course, she still needed a nerve center of sorts to work from. And what better nerve center that the Central Command and Information Center?
Ruri Hoshino noted silently as one of Jess's clones came and, without a word or ceremony, relieved the one that had been at its post for the last two hours. There was no need to exchange any information at all. The outbound clone simply removed her flash drive and the relief inserted hers in its place. Files were immediately exchanged, and as for the clones themselves? This was Jess. And what one Jess knew, all knew.
Ruri sighed to herself. Jessica Ayanami, despite being one of the nicest people she knew, was strange.
Ruri already knew long in advance that she'd have to get used to Jess's strangeness a little more. Without Benjamin Rhodes and his wife around it all fell to Jess to, temporarily, pick up the slack. For certain, as there wasn't anything critical going on, there wasn't that much slack to pick up. But Jess still the added workload, and so had to catch up on paperwork. Fortunately for her, she could sleep in shifts.
Setting those thoughts aside, Ruri began to close out all her active processes and settle in for her own rest cycle. As much as she'd hate to admit it, she was strange for an infomorph because she had a sleep-mode in which she could dream. It was an open secret at 36 Atalante, so naturally only Ben, Gina, and a small hand-full of the SMOFs knew about this, much to her peace of mind.
It was just as Ruri was setting the last of her wake-on triggers for the evening that a shrill and keening alarm tore the silence of the CCIC apart like the maddened raving of a five-hundred pound gorilla. The sound was very distinct by Ben's own design - he wanted to make certain that this sound could not be mistaken for anything else, and with good reason.
It was the DQS alert.
The Roughriders were, for the most part, paperless. It not only helped keep the consumption of biomass down, but it also made it a lot less likely that sensitive documents would fall into enemy hands without encryption. However, early on there would be problems with the networks. Computers would refuse to speak to each other (literally, usually due to some argument over a trivial matter), or there was an accidental severing of a network line ("Do you have any idea how much trouble it is to get a hold of that much fiber up here!?")... or, some areas just hadn't been wired up yet. So, in the beginning they relied on a sneaker-net and everyone carried specially 'waved one-terabyte USB flash-drives. And it had stuck ever since.
Ben and Gina had even gone one step further and made software to go with it so the moment someone plugged in their drive, the files in an outbox folder would be transferred to the terminal's inbox. Of course, it underwent a lot of tweaking to make it work better, such as addressing files for a specific person's terminal, but the point was that it worked. If not as fast as the 'normal way', then a lot more secure. (Indeed, 36 Atalante's 'Secure Network' much smaller than most others, relying solely on their sneaker-net to transfer sensitive files inside the base.)
And of course, Jess was largely responsible for ensuring that important documents made it to where they were supposed to go. With her one-hundred capable sets of hands and eyes, she was everywhere inside the asteroid base. But of course, she still needed a nerve center of sorts to work from. And what better nerve center that the Central Command and Information Center?
Ruri Hoshino noted silently as one of Jess's clones came and, without a word or ceremony, relieved the one that had been at its post for the last two hours. There was no need to exchange any information at all. The outbound clone simply removed her flash drive and the relief inserted hers in its place. Files were immediately exchanged, and as for the clones themselves? This was Jess. And what one Jess knew, all knew.
Ruri sighed to herself. Jessica Ayanami, despite being one of the nicest people she knew, was strange.
Ruri already knew long in advance that she'd have to get used to Jess's strangeness a little more. Without Benjamin Rhodes and his wife around it all fell to Jess to, temporarily, pick up the slack. For certain, as there wasn't anything critical going on, there wasn't that much slack to pick up. But Jess still the added workload, and so had to catch up on paperwork. Fortunately for her, she could sleep in shifts.
Setting those thoughts aside, Ruri began to close out all her active processes and settle in for her own rest cycle. As much as she'd hate to admit it, she was strange for an infomorph because she had a sleep-mode in which she could dream. It was an open secret at 36 Atalante, so naturally only Ben, Gina, and a small hand-full of the SMOFs knew about this, much to her peace of mind.
It was just as Ruri was setting the last of her wake-on triggers for the evening that a shrill and keening alarm tore the silence of the CCIC apart like the maddened raving of a five-hundred pound gorilla. The sound was very distinct by Ben's own design - he wanted to make certain that this sound could not be mistaken for anything else, and with good reason.
It was the DQS alert.