Days pass. Eventually, weeks. You begin to feel content, almost smug, about your situation. The system is too flawed to chase after every draft-dodger out there, after all. You feel at ease to spend each day playing video games and watching the holo-vision. Life is good.

One day, roughly one month after your alotted timeframe to be analyzed for fitness in the Military Processing Center has expired, you receive a knock at the door. It is an American Federation Investigatory Services (AFIS) officer.

"Is there anybody in there?"

What will you do?

> Answer the door.

> Stay very still and very quiet. If they don't hear anything, they might leave and come back later.

> Shout: "Yeah, I'm here, and you can fuck right off!"