Oh, I remember again. I remember in the evening. It was a long time ago, but this is another person I will never forget. I believe, in my opinion, that he was a slum mafioso. A young man in his thirties. Very well attired. He came at dusk and sat down beside me and started smoking. So he put 100 yen in my slot. I moved on my own and looked around and stuff. So after 10 minutes I stopped and the guy put another 100 yen in. I don't often do that kind of thing, but I stared at his face. He might have felt a little weird being stared down by the robot.

　Me, I can move my arms and legs freely. But I choose not to give too much thought to those who put 100 yen in my slot. I always move a bit like dancing. I used to be a mannequin. I usually think that people should enjoy that. But then I saw the mafioso and turned my head or reached out to him. Then he, you know, turned to me and said, "You're so adorable" I was so excited. I was thrilled or on edge. Because he is a human being, right? I am a mechanical robot. I have a feminine shape, but would a normal person think I'm pretty?

　So. He said, I'm really tired. Then he took a gun from his chest and put it to his temple. I thought he was joking. But he pulled the trigger, and boom, there was a great sound. His head was bleeding and he collapsed. We didn't have benches back then, so he just fell to the ground. You know, I wasn't sad at all. I saw him with a lot of blood coming out of his head, and I thought it was beautiful. He had his eyes closed tight and I could see his manly face. I didn't feel sorry for him or anything, I thought he looked nice. Isn't it amazing that after telling me how cute I am and saying how tired he is, he just kills himself without hesitation?　I don't know what it means, but it was nice. It was just lovely. I often think of him in the evenings.

　After dark, security in the slums deteriorates rapidly. After about 8 p.m., normal people do not come outside. The traditional food stall people and others are open for business, though. Those people can be attacked too. Gunshots ring out in the darkness. A group of people run past me, dangerous to look at. There is no shortage of people who try to break me, aiming for the 100-yen coin in me.

　In fact, up until now, I have been broken about 15 times. Each time, someone fixes it. Who on earth could it be? Maybe it was the person who modified me, but I don't know because by the time the power came on and the setup was done, there was no one around anymore.

　I don't have a single 100 yen coin in my body. Because it would be transferred to the electric company. So for the people who break it, it's labor that is not worth the trouble. So I recently got another one of those stickers. The one that says, "The money has been transferred and is not inside." It was put up by a lady in the neighborhood again. I'm so embarrassed. I don't like this one either, so I take it off right away. So I will be destroyed again. I don't mind, though, since I am already a discarded body. Oh, I don't think the lady on the sticker is the one who modified me. She is a normal caring aunt.

　No one comes here until dawn. It is an unsafe slum town. I stand still and wait for the morning sun to shine. You see, I am not equipped with a proper artificial intelligence. I can move my arms and legs on my own, so it may look like I have a will. But I'm a former mannequin. I don't think about anything. So I don't really know where everything we've talked about has come from.

　I have a little memory of when I was a mannequin, but at the time I couldn't think this way. It's not like they loaded me with new artificial intelligence after I was modified. I can find that out with a self-check. Well, it doesn't matter. Let's not think too much about it. If you guys come to the slum, come see me, you don't have to put 100 yen in my slot. Isn't it fun to just kind of pass by?