"Retro fitted with genetic scanners to compliment retinal identification system," the robot said. "Passwords no longer required, Pilot 02, Duo Maxwell. Pilot Maxwell."
Kisame pulled open his pack, half listening, half rummaging for the beer and cheese and bread. "I vote we all take a seat, have lunch, and listen to the metal man a bit."
"My Pilot does seem to be in need of sustenance," and the 'my' seemed a tiny bit louder. "Sentience was achieved after the first fifty thousand years," it added.