“It’s time we got a grip on our souls!” cries a cloaked figure brandishing a geocentric map from a shadowy corner of your office. “You ruthlessly eradicated religious thought from our once-venerable nation and now you are reaping what you sow! There is only one choice for you, Leader: the righteous one. Bring Autopsy back into the glory of His kingdom. Scientific pursuits need not be abandoned, only tempered.”