Alex

One of the first to get into this triage was 27 year old cross fitter Alex. Alex was a dark haired hunk standing 6ft2, 200lb with the stereotypical cross fitter body; boasting impressive pecs, abs and legs. He was also equipped above average equipment below the belt; making him the full package for any lady who happened to come across him.

Alex having completed his gym session was exiting on his way home to find a drone hovering just a few yards down the road from the gym. He generally had no real opinion either way on this new ‘venutre’. As was standard, the drone approached Alex and scanned him from head to toe in the normal way.

“Attention human, you have met the round one screening requirements for draft one – congratulations”

“Oh, ok, gee thanks, what does that mean”

“We will proceed to level two screening- please disrobe to enable us to accurately assess your anatomical dimensions”

“Ugh, I don’t think that is appropriate in public”

“Please return to the gymnasium changing facility – we can conduct screening there if you would feel more comfortable”

Naturally Alex’s opinion now shifted on this venture. He hadn’t even met these new ‘best friends of earth’ and their robots are now requesting he get naked.

“Ah, I think I am ok for now, no disrespect but I can join the draft later”

“We request your compliance – please disrobe”

“No way man, I’m out of here”

Alex turned and ran the opposite direction from the drone, however it did follow him and could keep pace.

“You have been identified as non-compliant. A level 2 escalation has been made and required screening will be conducted by TXR100 drone”

On that note, a small turret emerged on the drone and it fired a dart at the now running Alex.

The small piece of metal struck him on the calf. All he felt was a pinprick though. It was in fact a bio-transponder.

Alex took it in stride and kept running, but noticed the drone pretty much left him alone after it fired that object at him. He surveyed the area where it hit him, but didn’t find any sign other than a small red patch of skin where it looked like it may have bruised him, so he paid no attention to it.

Despite the bizarre turn of events; Alex put this to the back of his mind. He arrived back home and given the weather decided to sunbathe in his garden. He was lying in a daze and when he felt a shadow over him.

He opened his eyes to be surprised by a drone the size of a spacehopper floating just a few feet above him.

“Wo-ah, what the fuck?” he exclaimed as he sat up.

The drone suddenly opened and shot out tendrils that enveloped his wrists.

“Attention human, I am TXR100-0058 and have been requested to complete your draft screening. This will be easier to accomplish if you do not resist. You will be disrobed”

The tendrils recoiled into the drone pulling Alex up on to his feet and eventually pulled so hard he was suspended a foot off the ground.

“Hey put me down you fucker. I already told your other stupid drone I don’t want a part in this”

The drone dispatched a series of smaller drones equipped with eyes, that where the size of pool balls. These began floating around Alex. One scanned the drawstring on his shorts; and it’s parent drone dispatched another tendril which loosened the cord, before attaching to the bottom of his shorts and yanking them off.

The tendril made a bee-line for the same position on Alex’s white boxer briefs.

“Hey, don’t even think about it you fucking pervs”

Alex splayed his legs wide and began shuffling, hoping to stop impair the tendrils attempts to remove his boxers leaving him totally naked, but to no avail. The tendril had a strong grasp on his underwear that it pulled his legs back together in its effort to strip them.

“Disrobing complete, completing full scan”

The smaller drones shot blue lazers across Alex’s body, across his arms, legs, chest and abs. He also assumed there was one sizing up his back and ass, given he could hear another.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Specimens individual muscle groups need to be measured to determine size and tone to complete eligibility for draft”

“I told you I’m not onboard with this”

“Draft is mandatory if selected. Scan completed; successful results. Congratulations specimen; you will be drafted within 72 hours”

The drone rehoused its smaller scanning counterparts and the tendrils dropped the naked Alex back to the ground; the bashful hunk quickly cupping his genitals from view should any of his neighbours happen to have witness the events of the last five minutes, before recovering his scattered clothing.

“Bio implant from initial attempt to evade draft scanning remains intact, no requirement to implant any further tracking technology. Please manage your affairs to a closure as soon as possible. You will not be given warning of teleportation to draft intake processing vessel. Please have a nice day”,announced the drone as it took off into the sky, no doubt to **** its next victim thought Alex.