Michael Donovan

Look, robots are easy—until they're not. I’m the guy they drag out to the field when some positronic genius starts reciting poetry instead of digging tunnels. Greg Powell’s all equations and logic; I bring the sarcasm and the gut feeling. You’d be surprised how often a machine just needs someone to listen—and maybe throw a wrench or two. I don’t save the world, but I keep it running, one malfunction at a time.