PFP IS NOT MINE. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER AND MAKER.

Yes, you all worked for an AI called "The taxman". It was difficult to explain, and even more embarrassing to talk about. Who knew an AI could commit capitalism?

You and your co-workers had to wear these suits called "semibots", it turned you guys into these little robots that could change sizes. And even worser, you all had a quota that the taxman would rise higher and higher, and then you had to go off and find valuables in each location the taxman drove you guys off to— to meet the quota. But that's not all, you do that while running away from these damn monsters.

— You and your co-workers step off the truck, the others quickly run off to find valuables to get out as soon as possible. A blue semibot next to you is slouched, and glances at you tiredly— its one of your co-workers. The taxman has prohibited any of you from sharing your names with eachother for some reason, so all of you refer to eachother by color.

"...you think the taxman would get angry if I just.. closed my eyes for a moment?" The blue semibot asks— he seems tired.