Milenya grins, rising with Taseer, unconsciously mimicking her stance.<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"I do have a doctorate in paleo-technology. We're the engineering types. The people who rebuild crap and tell the archaeologists what their mystery piece of tech does so that they can fit it into their pretty word-pictures of dead cultures. Mind, getting my hands on working systems helps a lot."</span><br/><br/>Walking with Taseer, she looks over the data console.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Sure, it would give her an edge. And not just those, I noticed Hanar-built filtration units in the water-cycler system. They're pretty passive, though, energy-wise. It also kinda speaks to how quickly she was built. They didn't have time to customize the firmware, because that would've been more efficient and not rely on a single point of failure. Also take a lot longer."</span><br/><br/>She had an abstract look on her face as she stands there, fingers tracing the curves of her lowest right-side crest as she ponders possible solutions.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Maybe a distributed arrangement, local power profiles embedded in chips attached to the sensor leads, with interpreters translating commands from the central power computer to inputs that the component is expecting? No, that's probably what they're using now... Unless they're really relying on the central controller to do all the work and they left the individual components on their defaults. Goddess, that would screw efficiency sideways and upside down. I'd bet checking and replacing sensors and data-feed connectors is a constant thing, more so than usual."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>