They all had facial hair, intentional or otherwise. This was a very good sign. As was the amount of junk spread across the tables. Wires were being soldered into circuit boards that powered servo groups, it all looked very complicated.
Excellent. Complicated was good.
He dropped the black box to the floor to get their attention then cleared his throat as the Midsouth Makers Group raised their heads and gave him confused looks.
“I’ve heard you’re group to see about engineering something, shall we say, off the beaten path?” He twisted open the clamp locks on the box as he spoke, tossing the lid aside when they were all undone.
”I have a proposition for you,” He continued, reaching into the black box. “And while your first thought might be that this is some kind of elaborate practical joke, or that this is something more suited to a carnival freak show, I ask that you hear me out.”
He pulled his arm out of the box and held aloft an incredibly detailed plastic head of Elvis Presley. In the back, a nerd fainted.
“I am going to build an android Elvis impersonator. And I need your help to do it.”
The Midsouth Makers Group is a lose association of people with boundless curiosity, the desire to make new things, and to share that knowledge with others. They hold regular meetings and have a collaborative workspace where members can work on their projets. You better believe these are the first guys I’m going to when I need help building my robot army.