To avoid latency issues, Jane's going to want to do most of her processing about dead people locally. She whips up a design for a few vast floors' worth of sweet hardware - hybrid designs, part Jehovah, part Tony's inventions, part her own wishful thinking - to put under the cliffs, more than enough to support everything she's going to do there with only occasional pings to her hub in the Belltower even after the administrator blesses her with judgesight. There's a few racks of ansibles in there too; she doesn't want to be bandwidth-limited to the point of pinching off a part of herself. She's going to have cameras and microphones and projectors everywhere, and she can wake up anyone she wants based on when they died, where, and how easy they'll be to reintegrate. Everybody will get the latest edition of Elspeth's pamphlets when they wake up and can talk to Jane if they need to be processed with a loved one to make decisions about where to go - she can of course send them back to sleep to wait for people who have not died yet. Also she now speaks all the languages that there are.

I think I might be God, she muses when she starts pouring into the new swag.