You've raided most of the leftover human dumpsters on this side of town already. Time to find a new spot.
Out of habit, you start down one of the old routes your dad used to take you down.
Back when the city was emptier, he used to show you around all of the ruined attractions and haunts the city had to offer.
You miss him. You miss him a lot.
Oh. It's still there.
Canner wouldn't like that you're so close to it.
Well, as long as you're already here, you might as well take a quick look-see.
You walk up to the window, and you take a look in.
There's some sort of wide-eyed robot sitting on the floor in front of... is that malware? Shit. You should help. Canner is going to hate this if she finds out.
What she doesn't know can't hurt her. You slip through the door, and raise your crowbar.
It shakes in your arms. You take a swing. The virus splatters on the wall.
You lean on your crowbar. "Nice. I should tell my golfing buddies about that one."
The small robot is staring at you.
"Hey there little guy, are you lost?"
Not the most productive use of your time, but you might as well take the little guy home. They're not looking so hot, and you've always been a little soft on robots.
It takes forever for the poor thing to respond.
"... Microcomputer?"
What.