The craft is barely able to register, graphing trillions upon trillions upon trillions of parts smaller than atoms— some mechanical, others electrical, and more still [i]living[/i] parts. Then the scans reach the occupant, and things only serve to get even more cryptic. The occupant is indeed machinery, and several files pop up upon scanning his parts detailing theoretical science ranging from near the dawn of humanity to present day. As the scans approach his center of gravity, the system begins to glitch, slow, and freeze, unable to comprehend the pieces inside. [i][That would be correct. I am Cain, former Ambassador of Koldraxion/Human Affairs.][/i]