"Armed Forces. Power drill sergeant." Bucky snorts, shaking his head. "Pretty damn on the nose, I gotta say. Got me yelling orders at rows of robots, trying to whip 'em into shape. I dunno, maybe they thought they'd listen to me, what with..." He wiggles the fingers of his left hand. From what he knows, robots are programmed to do what they're supposed to do, aren't they? They don't need training. But that's what he's doing, apparently, training robots.

"Not much different than Alsace, when I first got there. Got my division, got my orders, gotta find a way for my division to be the best division they can be. Just, y'know. They're robots." Because that's not weird. Hell, maybe he'll end up with an all-bot Howlies division. "What've they got you doing?"