[Clu gets a wrinkled nose in response. It isn't Kip's fault his system was so well-adjusted. He catches the ping on his datapad, opens it up to read, and tries to stifle a scoff of laughter.]

Oh, these things. I think I saw one on display in a security archive once.

[Sorry Clu, but your tanks are really outdated material to Kip. The hassle of talking to a future!program. He drags up a memory file of his own, something sleek and deadly-looking and decidedly more mobile than a clunky tank, and shows the datapad to Clu.]

We used these things, and aeronautic seekers. Tanks and Recos just couldn't move fast enough, not at the speeds internet ports can run.