Junior year, I changed my college major from computer science to philosophy. My parents were far from thrilled. I told them I needed a change, that I wasn’t getting anywhere with computer science. I couldn’t tell them the truth. I couldn’t tell anyone. The previous year, I had been selected for an incredible clandestine internship with the U.S. government. I hadn’t applied to it, filled out a recommendation, or done any of the usual steps you would when trying to get an internship. The day after I presented my artificial intelligence research at a large conference in the Midwest, I received an email that explained the internship and told me not to tell anyone, in the usual confusing government jargon. I don’t remember exactly what it said, because it deleted from my inbox automatically about five minutes after I read it. The head of my university had been informed, and called me into her office to congratulate me and urge me to keep the news a secret. I couldn’t even tell my parents.