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     Savant |
The flag offices on Coronado were usually fairly peaceful overall. While there was commonly a decent amount of visitors wishing to speak to one officer or the other the area lacked most "noisy" hardware. The door to the left, however, was often most quiet, and rarely had visitors at all. This was the Logistics office. Savant's hologram could be found there only rarely, and visitors came even less. With the ability to hear everything on board, Savant was most accustomed to simply going to pick up files directly from the terminals of those she needed to collect them from. The system was clean and efficient for the end users, which is how any good computer program would prefer it. Savants' hologram was there now, however. It was sitting upon the desk chair, hands on the smallish desk, looking across the room placidly. All was quiet and well. This was the first opportunity Savant had ever been given to own anything substantial. The android had been a utility to help her function better, but the office... the office was something for her personal use, as she saw fit. A place to keep things, to do things. A place that she could tinker with the real world to her hearts' content. At the moment, the room was bare. It didn't seem to make any sense to replicate decorations beyond what the room had come furnished with - she hadn't the ability to appreciate it like everyone else could. The change, however, that she so appreciated, was that she had the option to choose. |