She blinked her eyes slowly as consciousness took its grasp. Her night’s sleep had been troubled following the long Director’s meeting and the many glasses of the… she shook her head slightly, wincing at the pain. What was that drink that Suff had brought. It certainly wasn’t Ohkunen Whiskey as he had claimed, it was much rougher, and definitely had a higher proportion of alcohol than was probably medically safe to consume.
As she sat up in bed, the lights in the room raised softly allowing her to survey the spacious Captain’s Quarter she had been renting now for the past couple of years. She could see the vidcon notification light pulsing softly as it usually did.
As she walked across the room towards the shower cubicle she spoke softly to the empty room “Computer. Breakfast. Coffee, white, two sugars. Croissant. Grapefruit.”
As she dried her hair with the soft white Amarrian Cotton towel, she walked to the kitchen console where her breakfast was waiting, she paused for a moment, deeply inhaling the aroma of the croissant’s warm butter pastry.
As the door to the Captain’s Quarter closed behind her the faint hum of the kitchen console clearing the remains of her breakfast was silenced, and she began to adjust to the sounds of the huge space station that cocooned her.
“Science labs” she almost whispered as the transport cubicle doors closed behind her. The orange glow of the anti-grav generators surrounded her, protecting her from the cubicle’s brutal acceleration along the transport tube.
She settled into the chair at the research command console, the facial recognition system brought up the list of her current projects onto the screen in front of her. As she glanced down the list, the screen reacting to the movement of her eyes, she selected the reverse engineering sub-system, probably the most complex function available within the facility. Sighing she reached forward and took hold of the mouse.
Click, she selected the stack of wrecked hulls
Click, she selected reverse engineering
Click, she selected her preferred experimental lab module
Click, she selected the slot within the experimental lab she wanted to use
Click, she confirmed her choice
Click, she agreed to wait an hour for the slot to become available
Click, she selected the input hanger selector
Click, she confirmed the Production tab as the input hanger
Click, she selected the delivery hanger selector
Click, she selected the Production tab as the delivery hanger
Click, she selected the decryptor menu
Click, she confirmed her choice of Amarrian technology
Click, she confirmed her selection for the system to complete it’s checks
Click, she confirmed her acceptance to begin the reverse engineering attempt
As she sat back for a moment and wondered at how the complex process of attempting to fuse together a piece of terribly damaged, ancient alien technology with cutting edge Amarrian scientific knowledge could possibly only take one hour, she sighed as the work manifest scrolled on the screen in front of her.
She sighed, all of this advanced, labour saving automated technology, and she would have to complete 14 clicks of this ancient data input technology for each of the dozens of reverse engineering jobs that had been scheduled for her to complete.
She glared at the console, the delicately engraved manufacturer’s logo “CCP” the focus of her attention.
- 14 clicks per job can be reduced a bit by the fact you click and drag to select things like the input and output tab, but still… batch jobs???
- Reverse engineering takes 1 hour – inventing a Black Ops almost 2 days… something isn’t right here in my thoughts
- We can control many functions almost automatically on vast ships with mere thoughts (i.e. one or two clicks), yet all these clicks to do an indy job?
Hope you both don’t mind my poor attempt at fiction – I just felt like doing something a bit different for a change