"I’d love to fix your bird," Van told him. "I’m of a different generation than those guys who built the Space Age. We’ve got much better methods of computer analysis now, and I like to think that maybe I actually could fix the thing, if I had some time and resources. But they don’t want me to fix it. They just want me to touch it." Van shrugged. "Look, I’m not putting my initials on any of that paper. That’s too much to ask of me."