I really like this take on it. This adds a very different -- practical and basic -- vibe and feel to the Seegson way of doing things, which I think is rather perfect. It begs the question of, who really runs things over at Seegson, but that is a question one never ever has to answer, heh heh.So my Seegson Patch Notes clearly come from the Engineering division, and everyone knows no one in Management ever reads patch notes all the way to the end
Whereas Legal always skip all the way to the end to check no one has attached a weird rider clause that violates the rest of a contract, but also that Engineering hasn't over-promised (that is Sales's job). Hence 'Patch Notes' are always reviewed, given they are an implied admission that the product/synthetic/space-station wasn't quite as awesome as Sales promised.
So `Encrypted Annex' in an implied contract adjustment always ensures no one reads anything else but the executive summary, then tries to crack the encryption. Until they are informed by whichever shadowy cabal sent it that they really don't want to know. And Things a interstellar corporation's Management & Legal dept's don't want to know are always sinister...
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This makes classified instructions from Seegson read more like a system update, rather than a decree from the top execs and such, which fits Seegson fine, I think. Also, it makes it feel very different to Weyland-Yutani, which was may aim all along.
That said, one could also use a more formal, standardized system -- possibly in tandem with a "Patch Note" in APOLLO -- where specific orders come down from faceless Seegson execs as "Directive 666", or whatever.
Jane: "Hey, what's up with the computers today?"
Clair: "Idunno. Something about an APOLLO patch note."
Jane: "Again? Last time we missed security checks for an entire incoming shipment! Those containers are still lost in the system somewhere..."
Clair: "Tell me about it! Say, have you seen Kenyatta today?"
Jane: "Yeah, apparently he had some special directive to take care of, over beyond the south ridge. White as a sheet he was... took those mercenary security guards who showed up unannounced last week with him."
Clair: "Ah, man! This is gonna be a tough week."
Jane: "Looks like!"
Clair: "Um... I... I just got an e-mail alert from the system. APOLLO wants to see me."
Jane: "Shit! What for?"
Clair: "Guess I'm in command while Kenyatta is away... Something about a another Seegson Directive, my Eyes Only."
Together: "Fudge me!"