Looking distinctly and entirely out of place, a young, squirrely man walked into the recruitment office. He moved towards the desk, trying very hard to be inconspicuous and failing equally as much to do so given that he carried with him a small, metallic box covered in criss-crossing wires and flashing LEDs.
After silently picking up an applicant form from the desk, the man moved back toward a far seat in the room. He examined the form for a short time, and then leaned in toward the box in his lap and whispered into a microphone/speaker on the top face of the box, listing the labels of the form fields. He conversed with the box further, intermittently filling out the form, and then returned it as follows:
Name:Gammu Autonomous Vessel, Designation Eight (GAV-8) Age:2 years, 7 months, 8 days, 3 hours, 14 minutes, 26.5902 seconds at time of writing Gender:n/a Combat experience:Skirmishes with Slomon K'hara in my home system of Omicron Kappa; brawls with the occasional wayward, aggressive pilot Occupational history:Observer of humanity, tasked with deriving an efficient solution to its problems Interest in joining:Calculations lead me to believe that the Coalition is the solution
