Hi I'm the only human working at the Mc Falters restaurant and got bored so I thought I'd share a bit about myself tonight, since I don't really have anyone to talk to who isn't jabbering on about "special deals that are out of this world". The whole restaurant is automated, from servers to cooks to even the bartender. It's all in this awful retro futuristic 1960s style, even the uniform I'm wearing right now has those stupid shoulder things from the Jetsons. I don't know how some of these machines get around, on account of how clunky and clumsy they are, but they somehow work. Well all except for the bartender, who looks like if bender got buff and decided to wear a suit and tie. He's supposed to be this giant shaker with arms and legs. I just think of him as my friend, cause as the night guard no one can guard me from the cabinets, and of course the robot doesn't tattle on me. Some might think it's a glitch his program, but I think he just likes me that much. What confounds me even more than how these robots work, is how this restaurant even stays afloat. I've gone here multiple times to grabe a bite in the day and I see not a soul in the whole place. Probably because no one really has a job anymore, and probably because their cheapest thing is twenty dollar fry's. And those things are more soggy than a dog's jowls. But whatever, I'm not paid to think. I'm just paid to make sure that no one takes a burger for free.

Update: I got fired. No it wasn't due to my love of the drink. You may have heard about how Robo Core introduced the M1 guard robot. With it's 99.9^9% moral rating, it was allowed to carry a gun and patrol whatever abandoned lot it's owner set it to. So I got taken out of the only job I had. And what's worse is it also took away my only friend. Now I don't even get to talk to someone, or something that won't be a complete jerk back. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do, I can't just go back to my place and rot like everyone else. I'll go mad and do something dumb. I'll talk to y'all later when things get better.

Update: So things didn't get better. You'll probably hear about me in the news tomorrow, I'll just give you the headline now. Nobody breaks into his previous place of work and shoots every robot in it. Their nematic oil spilled like blood, mixed with the alcohol he guzzled down. His only regret, he shot his only freind in a rage for not letting him into the cabinet. I can already hear the sirens, took'em long enough. A full fifteen minutes to get here, no onder no one trusts the police anymore, they haven't been updated in what ten, eleven years. They've gotten old, rusted even. Whatever, I'll probably just hear their automated plea for me to "come out with my hands up." And "we don't want anyone to get hurt." screw it. I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying and that's that. Besides they'll need another guard until the next one gets delivered.