I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

There are such people.

People are often referred to as introverts and introverts.

The type of person who doesn’t like to go out of the house or exercise very much, has a narrow relationship with people, and is very shy.

Once you get to know him, he has a funny and humorous side, but the process of getting to know him is very difficult.

When it comes to the MBTI test, I don’t know anything else, but I’m the type of person who always comes up with an I in the first letter of the alphabet.

I think you would have figured it out by now.

Yes. I was that person.

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My friends in the cyber world are more comfortable than my friends in the real world, I always eat alone at school, listen to lectures alone… .

I don’t need to explain any further.

The bottom line is that, for me, it is not easy to step into a completely new place of work where there will be people I see for the first time, colleagues and bosses I see for the first time.

To be honest, it’s not that easy. very difficult

Even more so, because I was checked out by a terrifying patrol uncle just recently and I’m so scared.

The entrance to the stairway to the tavern deep in that alley feels like a gate to hell.

It’s been 10 minutes in front of a spooky suburban building that looks like a ghost. What are you doing?

They keep spinning around in place, only snooping around the inside of the bar.

There was no achievement.

Someone found me in there, opened the door and said, ‘Are you the one who decided to start a new job? Come in.’ It would be great if you said There doesn’t seem to be any sign of that.

The glass on the outside wall of the tavern was also so thick that it was distorted as if it had dust on it, so I couldn’t see the inside.

The only thing I could see about my new job here was the display sign above the gate-sized entrance.

Dragon’s Lair.

Looking at it again, the unusual name of the store is illuminated with LEDs of various fluorescent colors, and on the side is an image of a small red dragon sleeping on a nest with gold and silver treasures.

I don’t know who designed it, but it’s pretty cute. The problem is that, apart from being cute, I can’t move my feet in there.

The impression changed from the gates of hell to the entrance of the dragon rare. Either way, it is a place that a timid person cannot enter without care.

“Now you have to go in really slowly, Aaron. Calm down.”

As I took a deep breath, muttering like a madman, I saw something twinkling in the side of the alley lined with shards of posters and broken neons.

it’s a vending machine Two vending machines.

red and blue. One side is drinks-Bonamana Coke, and the other side is various sweets and retort foods.

“Whew… okay. Let’s drink a can of Coke and go in. Relax a little.”

There was still plenty of time left. You’ll feel better if you drink something.

I feel frustrated with myself like this, but… What should I do, to be born as such a human being?

Having lived like this for 22 years now, it is not surprising. Heaven is like this

I walked down the tattered alleyway and headed towards the vending machine. What flavor of cola should I drink today?

Like a crazy world, the beverage industry was not sane. By the 22nd century, it seems that ordinary Coke did not fill the castle of the future human beings.

Pepsi, who defeated Coca-Cola, reigned as the market king and committed all kinds of tyranny, such as curry-flavored cola, date palm-flavored cola, Hawaiian pizza-flavored cola, and mackerel-flavored cola.

The lineup is horrendous with only those that are roughly recited, but what is shocking is that there are nearly a thousand kinds of these various flavors.

If you include the monsters that were discontinued because they didn’t sell too much, it would probably be in the thousands.

Since the arrangement of flavors supplied by each vending machine, each store, and each region is constantly changing on a fixed-term basis, it is impossible to avoid strange flavors forever.

It is a structure where you cannot continue to drink only the original, and experience the unique taste unconditionally.

Because of this, the feast of all kinds of extraordinary flavors is bothering the tongues and mouths of many Dusk City citizens today and at this very moment.

I am, of course, one of the victims.

I’ve gotten quite used to these unusual colas these days.

Avoiding numerous landmine-like flavors and buying a decent cola can be said to be a small pleasure in everyday life.

“… ‘ said the model in a Coke ad. The little pleasures of everyday life are horns.”

He grumbled and looked at the display on the shelf inside the shiny red vending machine door.

Let’s see. There is no original. I skipped the taste of broccoli and the taste of cucumber as well. A little bit of green tea… .

Wait, what’s with so much green? Vegetables are precious because of pollution, so I will make you feel the taste of vegetables instead of Colorado, right?

It was a time when I was thinking about what to choose to avoid the worst, and imagining the combination of flavors in my head.

“That, green tea tastes really good.”

“Oh yeah?”

“It was a bit astringent and had a mild cola taste, so it was okay.”

I see It’s quite surprising. So, shall we try the green tea taste today?

I nodded my head at the unexpected advice and looked carefully at the green tea-flavored cola, then turned my head to the side at a sudden thought.

… Who just spoke to me?

When I turned around with goosebumps, a woman was looking at the blue vending machine display right next to her, choosing a menu.

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My first impression was that he was tall.

170 seemed to be enough. She is the tallest woman I have ever seen.

Black hair with a slight blue tint flew over her long and slender body.

long straight hair

Without realizing it, I was staring at him as if possessed. Why did it have such magic?

A small face under the straight bangs that were cut down.

Her translucent white skin, and the three gray eyes swirling next to her disheveled hair under her ears.

Those cold eyes stared at me. A proud aura is transmitted like frost.

He looked like he was asking what are you doing now.

“… ah.”

Without realizing it, I was exasperated. The stillness is broken, and I feel as if I have returned to a dark and damp alleyway.

i’m crazy Seeing someone for the first time, even looking at a woman’s face so close… .

Are you really out of your mind? Why the hell is that?

Startled, he bowed his head and apologized.

“sorry. He was surprised when he suddenly heard a voice next to him. Not on purpose, by mistake… .”

“it’s okay.”

Short answer, husky voice. She hadn’t even looked at her.

Look at the vending machine, point your finger at one side of the display display, and say.

“I will eat this.”

… Who are you talking to? Are you looking to buy me?

When I frowned because I couldn’t understand the situation.

A light suddenly came on in the black part at the bottom of the vending machine screen. The light emitting elements flash sequentially and form a certain shape.

Its shape is… emoticon?

[(😉) Yo, Sei! Long time no see! what do you want to eat? I’ll shoot!]

A large wink emoticon came to mind, and at the same time, a male voice mixed with a mechanical sound resounded.

And the polite, ice-cold voice that responds to him.

“You don’t have money.”

[I don’t have much money! Because the company really pays off sales commissions. But if it’s for ourselves, we can even pick a star from the sky (🌟)! Let’s see, (in a sullen voice) what we always ate. (😘)]

After saying that, something rained down from the product outlet of the vending machine.

[Goma (sesame) sticks. Made by Ichigo, krill content of about 74%. 80g of various flavor enhancers and synthetic sesame seasoning. A reasonable price of 26.13 Cities per bag. As always, right? (In a soft voice) This gentleman lives here, Lady. (😎)]

It was then that he seemed to know what it was. This is a pretty rare case.

That muffled voice was coming out of the vending machine’s speaker.

So, that food vending machine.

“Robot vending machine?”

The blue vending machine spoke in a sultry voice at the unintentional words.

[(🤬) There friend! It’s a bit harsh the first time I see you. it’s a robot Can’t you see what I’m talking about now? He is truly a self-conscious person!]

Oh, this was my mistake. Because I’m so restless, I keep being disrespectful to others.

No matter how much it looks like a robot vending machine, you shouldn’t call it a robot as long as you have self-consciousness.

It was the realm of basic manners and etiquette.

This is because artificial creatures with intelligence and consciousness do not like the name robot, which means ‘machine that works automatically according to commands or programs’.

I did just that.

The word robot itself has a somewhat hard and cold tone, and it is said that it is derived from a Czech word meaning forced labor or co-worker.

I don’t think it’s a good feeling when someone calls me a forced laborer, even if I’m like a gyokjisaji. The same goes for artificial creatures.

So I had to call it something other than a robot.

Android? No, it must also resemble a human in appearance. It’s only self-conscious, but it’s just a vending machine on the surface.

The same goes for humanoids. Obviously, there was a different name for all the machines that could think for themselves… oh

reminded me

I put the words that came to mind right out of my mouth.