I am a robot, but I can't move unless you put a 100 yen coin in it. I can move for 10 minute for 100 yen. I am designed as a female robot, but I am quite mechanical in appearance. It cannot provide sexual services. Despite this mechanical appearance, many people demanded sexual favors, so I was put a sticker on my stomach area. The sticker reads, "Sexual services are functionally impossible. For some reason, a lady in the neighborhood took care of it and put it up.

　I have a mechanical appearance, but I like that a lot. So, I don't really want to have a piece of paper stuck to my stomach; I tend to peel it off when I get a hundred yen in and start working. Because a piece of paper doesn't suit my mechanical skin. But the lady puts a new one right away. It's so annoying.

　So, what features do I have, nothing special. I can't even talk. I can move my body. But I can't walk and move around. I am a mannequin that was originally displayed in a show window, and after about 10 years of operation was discarded and thrown in a slum garbage dump. The white skin made of special vinyl has all peeled off. So it's very mechanical, but I like it. I didn't like the vinyl skin very much.

　It seems that someone picked me up at the dump and modified me; when I put 100 yen in, the electric company supplies power and I can move my legs, hands, and neck. I can also move my facial expressions, but they change regardless of my will. Basically, these all smile. The figure was designed to smile slightly differently as it moves its head in various directions. But now it is so mechanical that it may not look like a smile. But I am proud of my smile.

　Let me tell you about my day. At 6:30 in the morning, an old man comes for a walk and puts 100 yen in my slot. He looks happy with his eyes when he sees me moving for 10 minutes. He mumbles something from time to time, but I can't quite understand what he is saying. It doesn't seem to make much sense.

　Then about 7 a.m., a middle-aged man comes in from time to time to put 100 yen in my slot. I don't like this man very much. He touches me sticky. And he touches me in weird places. He is a pervert. If that's the case, I think you should touch me when I'm not moving, instead of putting 100 yen in my slot. It's a little weird to go out of your way to move me and touch me. But you know what, I'm actually kind of glad. Sometimes I don't like it very much, but sometimes I think it would be nice to make love to you. I guess I have a fickle side. I wonder what middle-aged men think of me. Do they think of me as a lover? If so, I would be a little happy. I often feel like I don't like you, though.

　And at about 8:00, a lot of students pass by me. I am installed on the street in a slum. So the students are also slum children. Their clothes are tattered and they look poor. When I was a mannequin, I was in a prestigious department store in the city, so the kids here look a little pitiful. Some of them are very skinny. I don't think they are getting enough to eat. Slum children seem to be happy to go to school because they get school lunches when they go to school. I heard this from a girl who sometimes refuses to go to school and gives me 100 yen.

　The girl seems to have grown up in a slum after all, but she is wearing proper clothes for a point. Her clothes are a little frayed, but she has good taste. I was a mannequin for many years, so I have confidence in my fashion sense. But, well, many people have bad fashion sense, no matter how good their clothes are. That girl is talented. She sometimes wears ragged clothes, but they are coordinated in a nice combination. Her face is not very pretty, but her eyes are beautiful. Her hair is shaggy, but even her shaggy head is put together with good taste. She always has good taste. Maybe this kind of person is called a genius. But she grew up in a slum, so it's unlikely she'll ever be able to use her sense of style.

　But I think having good taste is worth it. Because when you are there and you see that girl, you think she is very nice. If you have a good eye, you will think she is nice. Even if that girl doesn't become a designer or something, no. In fact, I feel that it is somehow more ephemeral and beautiful if she doesn't become one.

　The girl refuses to go to school, and she puts 100 yen in my slot, but I think it's a valuable allowance. Since she refused to go to school, she wouldn't get school lunch, right?　With that 100 yen, I think she could eat at least one bowl of hot soba (buckwheat noodles) in a slum. But the nice and cool thing about that girl is that she puts 100 yen in my slot. She has a good sense of style, and she also seems to have a keen sense of perception.

　Let's talk about that girl yet. She complains to me about school and bad-mouths the teachers. When she talked to me about school lunch, I think it was because she was dissatisfied with something. Then we talked about the boy she likes. I don't think she has many friends. I don't think she would be so honest with other people. But she talks to me. She's so cute. I feel like she's my little sister.

　I wish this kid would never grow up and stay in elementary school forever and put 100 yen in my slot. But soon this child will grow up and go away. Then she will forget about me already. That's how I feel about her. It's sad, but I think that's her way of acting, and I can't help it. But it's too bad. I wonder if she will come back. It's about time she did. It seems that she usually goes to school on a different road, so I haven't seen her. I'd hate to see her dead or something. Slum children can die quite easily. They suddenly become poor or are involved in accidents. Oh, let's not think about bad luck.

　So much for talking about that girl. You must be getting a little bored. I understand. I have heard many stories from people due to the nature of my profession. People get very bored listening to the same thing over and over again. Are you all sick and tired of talking about that girl? But I like that girl.