It appears to be a group of rather secretive people, given to a nearly monastic life among technological cloisters, where the computers' hum mixes with the rustling of pages of ponderous tomes.

It also appears that they spend most of their time studying the aforesaid tomes, in which the written word peculiarly mixes with the illustrations, taking detailed notes while muttering under their breath.

Some say they can be often heard sniggering manically...

There's not much more to be learned, unfortunately. Whatever the question, each and everyone of them will answer, with vague puzzlement :

"There must be a mistake, sir...
My name is Jones... I'm one of the Jones Boys..."