With the curtain about to come down on the theater on E Street, some say a ghost can be seen near its entrance when the lighting is just right. Some say its the ghost of a former actor they called John K. He stands there, his legs bound in shackles, sunglasses covering his sunken eyes, and he's holding a tin cup seeking donations from passers by to help get him out of the poor house of eternity.
Coincidentally, the ORION contractors are starting to walk around their tin cup as well. Having left pieces and parts required to actually design, build, and test the Emperor's folly out of their original proposal, the Emperor's minions are beginning to understand the bait and switch they fell for when they picked their current partner.
We've all been there, to that new car lot, with our dream machine displaying an inexpensive MSRP. Then when it comes time to drive away, you notice that the car lacks carpets and a radio. In anger, you charge the dealer, whose only response is, "Oh, you wanted mud flaps with that, too? Well, that will cost ya!"
Indeed, the contractors are today explaining to the minions that the facilities, tools, and original software code they "suggested" would be used in their proposal is inadequate for the job that the minions now say they want accomplished. Woefully inadequate, in fact. Caught between a rock and a hard place, the minions have caved and have asked for the "new price tag" to get the machine they thought they had already paid for. They've already figured out that they could have bought that bright shiny new capsule down the street with everything on it for less than they are paying for it now. Buyers remorse. And with every dollar the ghost of John K. collects, the other Vision drifts further and further away.