Mihaylova's Choice

"Good, bad… we walk around looking like everyone else."

Mihaylova Supplemental Nicholas & Alexandra University Provost's Office Path to Ares: 65 days to launch [loud crashing noise—apparently a slamming office door] Mihaylova: Have you seen my lab? What in the world is going on? Provost: Have they already been in? M: Who's “they”? The computers are gone. The cabinets have been emptied out. P: Oh, well, this isn't how it was supposed to go. Dr. Mihaylova. Please, sit. M: I will not sit! What's happening? Have I been terminated? What are you people— P: For heaven's sake. No. Your equipment is safe. It's been moved. You've been chosen to design the AI for the Catamaran mission. M: I'm in the middle of my research here. P: Well, now you're going to continue it there. And look— you'll be a household name. M: I don't have any interest in that. P: Ah! But they're interested in you. Hang on. M: What? P: I just sent you your itinerary. You're on a flight, Dr. Mihaylova. This afternoon. You're going to meet your computers at Central Command in Florida. Look at it this way: you'll get some sun.