My pilot/tech-empath, Captain Miranda Ahab comes from a time where humans are as numerous and as well-regarded as cockroaches. Miranda's just another human...She, along with her crew of 7 (well, 6...one of them is nothing more than a super-intelligent shade of the colour blue) buzz around the depths of space aboard the Bottlerocket.She's currently under contract with ConglomiCorp (the 'CC' on her jacket) and everything of any human technological value is designed by a group of people formerly known as the Japanese. Hence the interesting scribbles down her coat. Don't try to read them, they won't make sense. Because they're not actual words. Or they might be, but that's purely accidental. But, for the sake of argument, we'll say they mean "this is the front of the jacket." The picture is composed of semi-compressed graphite/clay compound on a sheet of hyper-processed, bleached, ironed, perforated-down-the-side sketch wood-pulp. A sci-fi thing. If you couldn't otherwise tell by the description about casually cruising around in outer-space.