<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:30 PM</strong></span><br/><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://lezwatchtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Alycia_Debnam_Carey-350x412.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured plus black booty shorts<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Working Away<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>-<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marley | OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>It might've been late to most people, but for Amber, it didn't really feel that late.  For some reason, she never really felt all that tired most of the time.  Sure, she would need some sleep, but when she did sleep, it was usually only for a few hours here or there.  She honestly didn't remember the last time she had slept all night.  Usually, if she went to bed before midnight, she was awake by four in the morning and bored out of her mind since there was nothing to do at that time of day.  So she had gotten into the habit of not going to bed until two or three in the morning so that it was a decent hour when she woke up and could actually do things.  Never once did she really question why she operated so fine on a lack of sleep, she just assumed that she was lucky like that and would use it to her advantage in order to accomplish whatever thing she had her mind focused on at the moment.<br/><br/>And right now, she had one of the panels to the computer station in the Medical Bay removed and her hand was inside of it, holding onto the wires that were there.  For most people, that would've hurt like hell and achieved nothing, but for Amber, it was the same as sitting there with a keyboard at her fingertips.  In fact, it was even better because she wasn't limited to inputting data and things with keys and coding that anyone could figure out and eventually crack.  No, doing this, she could literally rewrite all the code into a language that would be nearly impossible to decode.  After all, in order to decode it, someone would need to be able to figure out what was going on in Amber's mind and that was something that was nearly impossible to do since even she couldn't always figure it out.  Of course, the question of why she was doing this could easily be asked since she was essentially redesigning the Cathedral's entire security system to the point that only a select few would actually be able to know what was going on.<br/><br/>The answer was simple and it was because Marley had asked her to do so not long after she had arrived at the Cathedral.  Literally almost as soon as Marley had come to understand what Amber could do, it was brought up.  Her concerns about how everything was from IOS and how it was too vulnerable for her liking.  So a deal had been struck.  In exchange for not having to do combat classes, at least for now, Amber would spend the time working to shore up their cyber defenses in expectation that sooner or later, they could potentially expect an attack on that front.  For some, this might've been a daunting task, but for Amber, it was really quite fun.  She enjoyed figuring out a system, breaking it down, and then rebuilding it in her own image.  There had been some stipulations, of course.  Marley and the other Supervisors still had to be able to operate it and some of the program had to accessible to others, but for the most part, she had been given permission to do whatever she felt she had to do in order to make it work.<br/><br/>Right now, she was fiddling with the remote access set-up, trying to shift it so that it would only be accessible with a series of amusingly complex keywords.  That was until she heard Marley's voice and she turned to see the older woman appearing in her view.  She tried to smile, but it came off as a sort of grimace before she would shrug her shoulders lightly.<strong>"My project, as you call it, is going well I suppose.  As it sits, the only thing that could get through this from the outside would be an EMP since I really can't do anything about that.  As far as internal stuff, I'm still having some fun.  Trying to see if I can make anyone who enters a wrong passcode get a nasty electrical shock.  Make them think twice about trying again."</strong>Alright, so she was a bit sadistic at times, but she was having fun.  Looking over at Marley, she would wait for the older woman to speak, but she was fairly sure that she was going to get told she couldn't do the electrical shock.  Then again, that didn't mean she didn't have some other ideas as well.