Detroit: Get poorer.

I frowned, pondering these strange letters with the spirit of an archaeologist.

"Please □restart□□start, format□□"

exm? ?Is this new syntax for the future?

I couldn't tell what was written in the rest of the words, so I randomly threw the cursive-like instructions into the trash can.

Of course, later Marcus "very kindly" asked me why when I touched his chest...md, why didn't I read the manual and format this guy!

For now, though, I glanced at the clock and gave Marcus my first order:

"Um... Marcus, right... dinner."

Chocolatey's LED lights started changing colors again, and his eyes seemed to scan across the room behind me.

"No edible substance, Judgment: Supper cannot be served."

I felt a throbbing pain in my forehead.

The original owner of md couldn't have eaten the last bite, and then traveled to the past to inherit my refrigerator, right? ?

I looked again at Marcus, the most valuable man in the room.

"How much money do I have?"

"...Check the bracelet to find out."

I seem to feel a subtle pause, ahem.

Is it weird not knowing your account balance? !

If I have more than a billion assets, of course I don't know the exact number of my account...

I see the account balance [￥334]...

Silently delete the thoughts just now.

…When I woke up in the afternoon, I still owed the android lady $5, and now my liquidity is… $329.

Hey hey, I still have a house.

But then my optimistic thoughts were shattered by last month's rent payment.

mdddd!Meaning my current stuff is $329 other than this old looking furniture and this nice looking but uneatable android... nothing.

Still have to worry about next month's rent...

Trembling, I drew out how much the original owner paid for this bionic man.

But found this careless...

He didn't just buy this bionic man...

Count the orders that haven't arrived yet.

One.

That's right, a guy who doesn't even have [edible substances] bought five androids in one go!

Did you buy it to play basketball?

Or buy it back to make a human centipede? !

Find out where to buy the dialog.

Me: Can I return it?

After a few minutes, the other side replied.

Seller: No, because you are a customized product, it is very difficult for us to return the product.

...you, a person with only three-digit savings, still buys a custom bionic human...

Me: Funds are a little tight, brother.

Seller: Bah, p’s custom-made products, you can’t buy bionics at the price you want. To tell you the truth, these goods are all pulled from the scrap yard and put together. If you don’t want it, who will pay for the repair fee?Blue blood costs $200/bag!

... The negotiations collapsed.

I looked at the androids whose payment invoices exceeded four figures each, and fell into the contemplation of poverty...

Then...can you dismantle them and sell the parts...

Anyway, let's prepare for next month's rent...

Hmm, great idea.

I jokingly said to Marcus: "Check the price of the android parts, the brand new ones that have just been disassembled."

I find…

His led light...jumped red.