Moah
The Pilot
A hundred thousand kilometers above Nar Shaada a lone projector flickered. The Fly by Night's droning the only sound in the void. The pilot shifted slighty, disturbing the quiet. Engrossed by the glow he considered what his holonet service would need.
Moah then pared that down to the bare minimum for a proof of concept:
Programming was not at all Moah's forte. Before this project he only had a few books on the matter finished. He thought his math background would let him dive in easily, but the subject was much more complex than he thought, and in a way very different from pure maths. It was extraordinarily particular, and required much more memorization of details. You could pick up how to do simple things very quickly, but its complexity grew exponentially with how useful something had become to society. You could spend years diving into a single field, and at the end you'd still be a complete novice at every other one.
And unfortunately for Moah, reading was also of limited use. Getting lost in a thicket of code was something a book could never give you the experience of. And he did get lost. Easily and often. Moah simply didn't have an intuitive grasp of coding, but he knew it would come with practice and time. So time he had spent. But for the moment he resigned himself to learning how things worked at a high level. It was enough for now. When needed he would copy whatever code he could find that said it did what he needed, and fiddle with it from there. As he got more done he'd need a pro to write a proper version as well. Then he'd run it through tests.
It had been two weeks since Moah initially came up with his plan, and a week since it had been solid enough to start writing things down. Since then it had occupied almost all his time aboard the ship and any moment he could put a datapad in front of his face. It was starting to wear on him. In a way he was very familiar with.
- Encryption protocol for databases.
- Seperate databases for storing vectors, user authentication, and credit information.
- Protocol for secure communication between a server and end users.
- Functionality for end users and administrators adding tags to vectors.
- Graphical user interface for end users on both monitors and holo projectors.
- Compatibility with the most common datapads and ship board operating systems.
- Seperate servers and server modules for authenticating users, delivering content, receving user information, and processing payments.
Moah then pared that down to the bare minimum for a proof of concept:
- A database for storing vectors.
- A holonet service for accessing those.
- A protocol for sending information between the two.
Programming was not at all Moah's forte. Before this project he only had a few books on the matter finished. He thought his math background would let him dive in easily, but the subject was much more complex than he thought, and in a way very different from pure maths. It was extraordinarily particular, and required much more memorization of details. You could pick up how to do simple things very quickly, but its complexity grew exponentially with how useful something had become to society. You could spend years diving into a single field, and at the end you'd still be a complete novice at every other one.
And unfortunately for Moah, reading was also of limited use. Getting lost in a thicket of code was something a book could never give you the experience of. And he did get lost. Easily and often. Moah simply didn't have an intuitive grasp of coding, but he knew it would come with practice and time. So time he had spent. But for the moment he resigned himself to learning how things worked at a high level. It was enough for now. When needed he would copy whatever code he could find that said it did what he needed, and fiddle with it from there. As he got more done he'd need a pro to write a proper version as well. Then he'd run it through tests.
It had been two weeks since Moah initially came up with his plan, and a week since it had been solid enough to start writing things down. Since then it had occupied almost all his time aboard the ship and any moment he could put a datapad in front of his face. It was starting to wear on him. In a way he was very familiar with.