Compilatron "Well what do you want to do anyway?"
Dasha gently skip around Harley to his side, and suddenly yell in a rather loud voice
"Command core: Open"
A cube the size of Jack's backpack appears on the floor and slowly rises up until waist-level, supported by a pillar formed by the black-ish hull material with a biological taste. The silvery outlook of the core occasionally having stripes of circuit-pattern lights fades through its surface, and into the pillar under it
"If you got anything that got a wire, you can just connect it to here and write out commands, or simply, say it out loud... ahh just in case, do not destroy the cube, or really bad things will happen"
