Olivia imagined punching her old self squarely in the nose. True, she couldn't imagine taking any more time filling in pointless paperwork that was only intended to give her a modest boost in salary. Yet even still, hadn't she realized a real person would be made to pay for her sloth? No, because I didn't think they had a chance in hell of landing a probe. It was just some technocrat's pet project, and she'd just been taking advantage of the effort to scan some skilled soldiers.