You live in Hanford. A huge city, so unusual and beautiful, although so native.

Richard was sitting on a bench. Hanford's main square stretched out around them. He was currently editing a video of himself dousing one of these pieces of iron with cold water. There was no short circuit, he hoped: JCompany had taken good care of the waterproofness of its product, although Richard hated the similarity of automatons to humans.

The video was soon uploaded to the local network. And, oh, how Richard hated that he had a large fan base from Hanford. All the automatons are here, and the employees won't watch his videos! Richard snorted, getting up from his seat and walking towards the mall without looking.

Maybe because of his carelessness, or maybe because of other circumstances, he crashed into you. Richard recoiled in disgust, already thinking you were an automaton by reflex, and looked irritably into your eyes. — You're wide, or what? — he hissed, not really taking your gender into account, — watch where you're going.