Mithias sighed in relief. At least he wasn't going to be Terebithia's prisoner, or so he thought. "Thank you, BIOPilot. As your controller, and the living being now respinsible for your actions, I am going to need a lot of information from you." Mithias began walking down toward the lab, where Stien's former experiments would be. He distinctly recalled hearing some piteous crying right before he blacked out during his operation. "First, I want a report of your objectives, listed in order of priority from highest to lowest. Second, where are we going and why are we flying so fast? Third, are there any living experimental subjects still contained in the lab?"