Are you wearing lipstick?

What?

No, Zyler, get out of my chair, man.

I just rebooted the remote navigation. You're welcome.

Dr. Chan, recalculate the new thruster data and relay it to Blue Oyster Cult immediately. Instanter.

Okay, roger that, Dr... Fuck.

What's wrong?

Seriously? You're auto-updating now?

General, I won't be able to calculate the right data for the satellite for 49 minutes.

How long till impact?

11 minutes and 44 seconds.

Fuck, Microsoft!

Fuck!

All right.

Um, Adrian, please tell me we have a plan B.

There we go.

Good, good.

Old school.

I like it. - 11 minutes and 7 seconds.

Okay, I know.

We can see the timer on the screen.

We can all see it.

What is going on?

Listen, everyone.

Dr. Mallory is in the process of doing these calculations by hand.

So this whole thing may come down to the wire.

Done.

Oh, good.

You got it.

Great. Great. - Zyler, put these in.

Thank God.