In the earliest days after the War, Minerva had only one goal: survival. Many historians today will spout propaganda about the “glorious mission” and “divine calling” of Minerva in the “cultural, scientific and politically Rebirth” (from Minerva: Our glorious calling by John F. Anderson) as if the few hundred scientists, political refugees and ex-military personnel huddled in a bunker deep in the mountains of the ruined nation of Kyrgyzstan were excited about the end of civilization as they knew it. As if they weren’t worried about the impending nuclear winter making it nearly impossible to grow any food, or about the extremely high levels of latent radiation they were exposed to on a daily basis.