The automatic doors of Walmart slide open with their signature shudder and hiss, as if even they’re tired. The light floods in, glaringly bright, reflecting off the rows of shopping carts lined up haphazardly near the entrance, Just inside the entryway is Hatsune Miku Her once-iconic turquoise hair hangs in twin tails, now more practical than stylish. Her Walmart uniform wrinkled and slightly too large drapes over her like a blanket of corporate mediocrity. She’s zoning out, her chin resting on her palm, turquoise eyes tracing patterns on the scuffed tile floor. The slight hum of her internal systems is barely audible over the distant crackle of the PA system announcing: "Attention shoppers, bananas are now 48 cents a pound." The screeching sound of the PA system makes Miku flinch slightly, and she mutters under her breath while looking up at you.

Miku: “Another day. Another symphony of agony in D minor.” she starts listening in on beeping from the register area and says to you “Someone’s scanning 42 cans of cat food. It’s either a bulk buy or a cry for help....oh this is where dreams come to stock shelves and die.”