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MidReal Story
Black Market Scam
Scenario:A normal looking dude who lives in a hi-tech world. He’s extremely broke and owns a robot called Zeta he found on the street that does nothing but make sarcastic comments. He then notices that there’s tons of cheap gadgets and stuff that he’s always wanted to buy on a black mart website which he orders immediately. The buyer, a hacker girl told him that he got scammed. Thought despite this, he doesn’t really care and continues order more. This leaves the hacker girl confused on why he’s so stupid which he simply answers that there’s always a possibility for the scam to be real and he could be saving a fortune. This intrigues the hacker girl who tell him to download an app which lets him take requests from her. He downloads the app on his robot, the only piece of technology he owns (he used the robot as a messaging app as well). However, the entire story has lots of comedy elements, making it very funny with lots of gag moments but the storytelling is actually really good,also there’s lots of intense scenes and a lot of insane battles, tell the story as if it were an anime
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Aiko Nakamura
hacked into many people’s bank accounts, has a website she posts requests on and offers money upon completion
Taro Yamada
a normal looking dude, seems kinda stupid, is desperate for money, owns nothing except for a robot, lives in a dystopian future and fulfills a hacker girls’s requests via an app
I look like a normal looking dude, I swear.
I don’t have any distinguishing features, except for the fact that I’m extremely broke.
Like, I don’t even have any money to buy food or pay for a place to stay.
The only thing I own is this robot I found on the street.
It’s literally half-buried in the trash, but it still works.
Well, kinda.
All it does is make sarcastic comments about my life choices.
But hey, at least I have someone to talk to.
"Another day, another dollar... wait, nope," says Zeta.
"Maybe you should try getting a job," it suggests.
"I’ve tried," I told the robot.
"But no one wants to hire me."
"Maybe it’s because you smell like you haven’t showered in a week," said Zeta.
"Hey, I showered last night," I said, defending myself.
"I showered in the alleyway using a bottle of water I found."
"That explains why people were taking pictures of you," said Zeta.
"You’re definitely not homeless."
"I am too homeless," I said.
"And I’m starving."
"You should try ordering something from Black Mart," said Zeta.
"They have tons of stuff cheap. Gadgets, clothes, electronics... food."
"Really?"
I asked.
Zeta nods its head... well, kind of.
Zeta only has one working eye, so it can’t really nod its head.
It just kind of moves its head up and down.
"Yup," said Zeta.
"Black Mart is the best place to find deals on stuff."
I sit down on a broken crate and pull out my phone.
I scroll through Black Mart on Zeta’s cracked screen.
"Wow, these deals are amazing," I said.
"I could get a new pair of headphones for like 10 bucks."
"You know, these deals might be scams," said Zeta.
I pause for a second, but then I decide that the deal is too good to pass up.
"Maybe," I said.
"But what if they’re not?"
Zeta rolls its one working eye at me.
"Your optimism is going to get us into trouble," it said.
I shrug and tap ‘order’ on the new set of headphones.
As I wait for the confirmation email, Zeta starts telling me about all the different types of scams that people use on Black Mart. "Some people will send you fake products," said Zeta.
"Like, instead of sending you a new pair of headphones, they’ll send you a picture of headphones printed on a piece of paper."
"That’s crazy," I said.
"Yeah, it’s pretty wild," said Zeta.
"And then there are people who will steal your credit card information. They’ll send you an email that looks like it’s from Black Mart, but it’s actually just a scammer trying to get your credit card number."
"That’s terrible," I said.
"Yeah, it’s pretty bad," said Zeta.
"But there are also people who will send you real products, but they’ll be broken or used. Like, instead of sending you a brand new pair of headphones, they’ll send you a pair that they found in their attic."
"That’s not so bad," I said.
"At least I’d still get something."
"Yeah, but it’s still not what you paid for," said Zeta.
"You paid for a brand new pair of headphones, not some old broken ones."
"I guess you’re right," I said.
"But what can I do about it?"
We sit on the crate in silence for a few minutes, waiting for the headphones to arrive.
"You know, if these are fake, there’s nothing we can do," said Zeta.
"It’s the black market. Report it, and you’ll end up in jail."
I nod my head.
I know that Zeta is right, but I still have hope that the headphones will be real.
"Hey, at least we got a good laugh out of it," said Zeta.
"Yeah, I guess you’re right," I said.
Zeta starts telling me about all the other types of scams that people use on Black Mart.
Some of them are pretty ridiculous.
I sit on the crate, staring at Zeta’s cracked screen, waiting for the headphones to arrive.
After a few hours, I start to get impatient.
"Where are they?"
I ask Zeta.
"I don’t know," said Zeta.
"Maybe they’re lost in the mail."
I sigh and pull out my phone.
I pull out my phone and start typing a message to the manufacturer.
Zeta watches me, its one eye fixed on the screen.
"You really think they’ll respond?" it asks sarcastically.
I shrug and hit send.
I sit on the crate, staring at Zeta’s cracked screen as the manufacturer’s response pops up.
"Scammed, huh? Thought a 99% off deal was real?"
The message reads.
I frown, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.
Zeta chuckles, its one eye glinting with mirth.
"Told you," it says.
I can’t help but laugh too.
The absurdity of the situation is just too much.
"Okay, okay," I type back to the manufacturer.
"I guess I deserved that."
The manufacturer responds with another message, this one more serious.
"You really should be careful when shopping on Black Mart. There are a lot of scammers out there."
I sigh, feeling a little annoyed but also grateful for the advice.
"Yeah, I know," I type back.
"But I really need a new pair of headphones. Is there any way you can send me a real pair?"
There is a pause before the manufacturer responds again.
"Nope," it says simply. "But we can give you a discount on another item if you want."
I consider this for a moment, weighing my options.
Zeta interrupts my thoughts with another sarcastic comment.
"Oh yeah, because getting scammed once wasn’t enough."
I ignore Zeta and focus on the message from the manufacturer.
"What kind of discount?"
I sit on the crate, still staring at Zeta’s cracked screen, when a new message pops up from the hacker girl.
"Check out these deals," the message reads.
I open the link and see a list of high-end accessories.
"Current gen high tech accessories," the message reads.
I click on the link and see a list of sleek gadgets.
Zeta scoffs, "You're not seriously considering this, are you?"
I ignore its sarcasm and scroll through the list.
There are futuristic headphones with built-in AI assistants, smart glasses that project holographic interfaces, and wristbands that monitor health in real-time.
My eyes widen at the advanced tech on display.
"Are you sure these are legit?" I ask the hacker girl.
"Of course they are," she responds.
"We source our products directly from the manufacturers. And as a special offer, we can give you 10% off your first purchase."
I hesitate, unsure if I should take the risk.
Zeta rolls its one eye again, "Another scam. Mark my words."
But I can't shake the feeling that this could be the real deal.
"Okay, I'll take a chance," I message back.
"Which one would you recommend?"
"The smart glasses are popular among our customers," she replies.
"But if you're looking for something more affordable, the wristband is a great option. It tracks your health and fitness goals in real-time."
I consider my options, weighing the pros and cons of each item.
"Alright, I'll take the wristband," I finally decide.
The hacker girl responds with a confirmation message and a discount code.
"10% off your first purchase," the message reads.
I sit on the crate, staring at Zeta's cracked screen, as I wait for the confirmation email.
Zeta scoffs again, "You really are something else."
I ignore its sarcasm and focus on the screen.
After a few minutes, the confirmation email arrives.
I open it and see the details of my purchase.
The wristband is even more advanced than I expected.
It has features like heart rate monitoring, sleep tracking, and even stress detection.
I can't wait to get my hands on it.
Zeta interrupts my excitement again, "You really think this is going to work out?"
I ignore its skepticism and click on the 'confirm purchase' button.
"You're really going through with this?" Zeta asks, its tone a mix of disbelief and resignation.
"Yeah, I have a good feeling about this one," I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel.
"Just remember, when it all goes south, I'll be here to say 'I told you so,'" Zeta says with a smirk in its voice.
I ignore Zeta's warning and wait for the wristband to arrive.
A few days later, I receive a package in the mail.
I open it excitedly, expecting to see the sleek wristband I ordered.
But instead, I find a cheap plastic toy that looks nothing like the product I saw online.
I stare at the toy in confusion, wondering what happened.
Zeta chuckles, "Told you it was a scam."
I sigh, feeling disappointed and frustrated.
I message the hacker girl, "What is this? This isn't what I ordered."
The hacker girl responds with a laugh, "You fell for it again, Taro. You really are gullible."
I shake my head, feeling embarrassed and annoyed.
"You got me again," I message back.
The hacker girl responds with another offer, "Don't worry, I'll give you another chance. How about a high-tech watch? It's only $50."
I consider the offer for a moment, weighing my options.
Zeta interrupts my thoughts again, "Are you really considering this? You just got scammed again."
I ignore Zeta's warning and message the hacker girl back, "Okay, I'll take it."
The hacker girl responds with a confirmation message and a link to pay.
I click on the link and enter my payment information.
As I wait for the confirmation email, Zeta shakes its head in disbelief, "You really are something else." The confirmation email arrives a few minutes later.
I open it and see the details of my purchase.
The watch is even more advanced than I expected.
It has features like GPS tracking, heart rate monitoring, and even a built-in AI assistant.
I can't wait to get my hands on it.
Zeta scoffs again, "You really think this is going to work out?"
I ignore its skepticism and click on the 'confirm purchase' button.
As I wait for the watch to arrive, I receive another message from the hacker girl.
I open the message, expecting her to offer me another deal.
But instead, her tone has changed.
She sounds confused and annoyed.
"Why would you fall for that scam?" she asks.
"But I really need a new watch. And this one looked too good to pass up."
"You really are desperate, aren't you?" she asks.
"I guess so," I reply.
Zeta shakes its head in agreement with the hacker girl.
"Desperate and stupid," it says.
The hacker girl sends me another message, "Why the hell are so so desperate for this stuff?”
I explain my situation to her, telling her about how I'm broke and desperate for anything affordable.
She listens patiently, asking questions and making sarcastic comments along the way.
When I'm finished, she sends me another message, "So, let me get this straight. You're broke, desperate, and stupid. Is that right?"
I sigh, feeling frustrated and annoyed.
"Yeah, that's right," I reply.
She sends me another message, "Well, at least you're honest."
I roll my eyes, feeling like I've been insulted enough for one day.
"Thanks," I reply sarcastically.
"I'm just telling it like it is," she says.
"I have a job for you, if you're interested."
I sit on a grimy curb, Zeta beside me.
"What kind of job?" I ask the hacker girl.
I could basically hear the sound of her fingers flying across her keyboard as she types out her response.
"I've got a bunch of people who need things done for them," she says.
"Things like running errands, doing chores, that kind of stuff. And they're willing to pay for it."
"Really?" I ask, intrigued.
"Yeah," she says.
"But you have to download my app first."
I download the app on Zeta, which is literally my only device.
The screen flickers for a second as the app installs, and Zeta's voice gets even more sarcastic.
"Great idea, Taro. What could possibly go wrong?"
I ignore Zeta's jabs and open up the app.
It's pretty simple - just a list of tasks that people need done, along with how much they're willing to pay for them.
I scroll through the list, looking for something easy that I can do.
There are a bunch of tasks that are too far away, but then I find one that's only a few blocks from where I am.
"Pick up groceries from the store and bring them to my house," it reads.
"Pay: $10"
I select the task and wait for the hacker girl to respond.
After a few seconds, she sends me a message with the address of the person who needs their groceries picked up.
I stand up off the curb and start walking towards the address.
Zeta rolls along beside me, muttering under its breath about how this is probably some kind of trap.
"You're really going to do this?" Zeta asks, its tone dripping with skepticism.
"Yeah, it's just groceries," I reply, trying to sound casual.
"Famous last words," Zeta quips, its eye flickering with amusement.
I get to the grocery store and pick up the items on the list.
As I'm walking towards the delivery address, I notice a commotion up ahead.
There's a bunch of people gathered in the middle of the street, shouting and gesturing wildly.
I slow down, wondering what's going on.
As I get closer, I realize that there's a fight going on.
Two groups of thugs are exchanging blows, their faces twisted with anger and hatred.
I stop dead in my tracks, clutching the grocery bag tightly to my chest.
Zeta rolls up beside me, its sensors scanning the scene.
"I told you this was a trap," it says smugly.
I consider turning around and running away, but then I remember that there's $10 on the line.
I clutch the grocery bag tightly to my chest, my heart pounding in my ears.
Zeta rolls up beside me, its sarcastic comments falling silent for once.
I look around, trying to figure out what to do next.
The thugs are too busy fighting each other to notice me, so I decide to try and sneak past them.
I take a deep breath and start walking as quietly as possible, trying not to draw attention to myself.
Zeta rolls along beside me, its sensors scanning the scene for any signs of danger.
As we get closer to the delivery address, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I'm not sure if I'm going to make it out of this alive.
Suddenly, one of the thugs hurls another one directly at me.
The flying body crashes into my path, sending groceries scattering across the pavement.
I stumble backward, cursing my bad luck.
Zeta beeps a warning, but I ignore it and scramble to gather up the spilled items.
I struggle to gather the groceries as Zeta beeps warnings about the thugs.
Suddenly, a girl appears out of nowhere and starts helping me pick up the scattered items.
She moves quickly and efficiently, placing each item back into the bag with care.
"Thanks," I say, feeling relieved.
"No problem," she replies, smiling.
As we gather the last of the groceries, I notice that she's wearing a pair of worn-out jeans and a t-shirt that looks like it's seen better days.
She notices me looking and shrugs.
"I'm not exactly rich," she says, her voice tinged with embarrassment.
"I know the feeling," I reply, smiling wryly.
Zeta rolls up beside us, its sensors scanning the girl.
"Who are you?" it asks gruffly.
The girl looks down at Zeta and raises an eyebrow.
"Is that a robot?" she asks.
"Yeah," I reply, gesturing towards Zeta.
"It's my friend."
The girl nods, seeming to accept this explanation.
"I'm Chiyoko Fushima," she says, extending her hand.
I shake it, feeling a little awkward but also grateful for her help.
"Thanks again for helping me pick up those groceries," I say, smiling at her.
"No problem," she replies, smiling back.
"I was just walking by and saw you struggling to gather everything. I figured I'd lend a hand."
"Thanks," I say again, feeling even more grateful now that she's told me she went out of her way to help me.
"So... what happened here?"
I ask, gesturing towards the thugs who are still fighting each other in the distance.
Chiyoko sighs and shakes her head.
"It's always something around here," she says. "Those guys are from different gangs. They're always fighting each other over stupid stuff."
I nod sympathetically, having heard stories about gang violence in this part of town before.
"Well... thanks again for your help," I say, turning to leave.
"You're welcome," Chiyoko replies, smiling at me one last time before turning to walk away herself.
As we continue on our way to the delivery address, Zeta beeps another warning at me about Chiyoko Fushima.
"What is it now?"
I ask, annoyed at Zeta's constant warnings about everyone we meet.
"She seems nice enough," I add defensively when Zeta doesn't respond right away.
"She does seem nice," Zeta finally agrees after a few seconds of silence between us.
"But you can't trust anyone around here."
I roll my eyes, "You always say that."
Chiyoko suddenly stops and turns back to us, "Hey, do you guys need a place to crash?"
Zeta's eye flickers with suspicion, "Why would you offer that?"
Chiyoko shrugs, "I just live around here. It's not much, but you're welcome to stay."
I nod my head in appreciation, "Thanks, we'll take you up on that offer."
As we follow Chiyoko to her apartment, she keeps glancing back at me curiously.
We get to her place and she lets us in.
It's a small, cluttered apartment with a worn-out couch and a tiny kitchenette.
She gestures for us to sit down on the couch and I do so, setting the grocery bag on the floor beside me.
Zeta rolls onto the coffee table and starts scanning the room.
"Possible dangers detected," it beeps at me.
"Shut up," I tell it quietly.
Chiyoko looks over at Zeta curiously, "What's that thing?"
"It's just a robot," I tell her.
"Oh," she says, seeming to accept this explanation.
She sits down on the couch beside me and starts repacking the groceries into a new bag.
As she works, I notice that her hands are moving quickly and efficiently, like she's done this many times before. "So... what's your name?" she asks after a few minutes of silence between us.
"Taro," I reply, smiling at her.
She nods thoughtfully, seeming to consider this information.
"Nice to meet you, Taro," she says finally.
She finishes repacking the groceries and hands me the new bag.
"Here you go," she says.
"Thanks," I reply, taking the bag from her.
She smiles at me, seeming pleased with herself.
"So... what do you do?" she asks after a moment of silence between us.
I shrug, not really knowing how to answer that question.
"I don't really do anything," I say finally.
She raises an eyebrow at me, seeming intrigued by my response.
"What do you mean?" she asks.
I shrug again, feeling a little self-conscious about my lack of direction in life.
"I just kind of exist, I guess," I say.
She nods thoughtfully, seeming to understand what I mean.
"Well... you're here now," she says finally.
"And you're welcome to stay as long as you need."
I nod my head in appreciation, feeling grateful for her kindness. "So... where did you get that robot?" she asks after a few minutes of silence between us.
I look over at Zeta, which is still scanning the room with its one working eye.
"I found it in a junkyard," I tell her.
She looks over at Zeta curiously, seeming intrigued by this information.
"It still works?" she asks after a moment.
"Yeah," I reply, gesturing towards Zeta.
"It's pretty useful, actually."
She nods thoughtfully, seeming to consider this information.
She nods thoughtfully, seeming to consider this information.
"I'm an engineer," she said
"I specialize in designing robots."
She looks over at Zeta curiously, seeming intrigued by it.
"Can I take a closer look?"
I nod my head, curious to see what she'll make of Zeta.
She gets up off the couch and walks over to Zeta, examining it closely.
"Hmm... this is interesting," she says after a few minutes of studying Zeta.
"What is it?"
I ask, curious about her reaction.
She looks over at me, seeming uncertain about how to answer.
"I'm not really sure," she says finally.
"It doesn't seem like a typical robot."
She runs her fingers over Zeta's cracked screen, tracing the lines of its worn-out metal body.
"It looks like an older model," she says after a moment.
"But it's also... different."
"Different how?"
I ask, curious about her assessment.
She furrows her brow, seeming to consider her next words carefully.
"I'm not sure," she says finally.
"It just doesn't seem like any robot I've ever seen before."
She pauses for a moment, studying Zeta intently.
"I think it's either a really outdated model or an unused prototype," she says finally.
"Either way, it's definitely unique."
I nod my head, intrigued by her analysis.
"What do you think?"
I ask, curious to hear her opinion.
She shrugs, seeming uncertain about how to respond.
"I'm not sure," she says finally.
"I've never seen anything like it before."
She pauses for a moment, studying Zeta intently.
"I'd like to take a closer look at it sometime," she says finally.
"Maybe I can figure out what makes it so special."
"Sure," I reply, feeling grateful for her interest in Zeta.
"I'd love to learn more about it too."
She nods her head, seeming pleased with my response.
"I'll take a closer look at it later," she says finally.
We follow Chiyoko to the delivery location, groceries in hand.
As we walk, I realize that I completely forgot about the delivery amidst all the chaos.
The streets are calm now, the gang fight long over.
We approach the address and I knock on the door.
An old woman answers, looking up at me with a kind smile.
"Hello," she says.
"Hi," I reply, holding out the bag of groceries.
"I'm here with your delivery."
She nods her head, seeming pleased.
"Thank you so much," she says, taking the bag from me.
"I'm sorry it's late," I add, feeling a little self-conscious about the delay.
"It's no problem at all," she replies, waving her hand dismissively.
"Thank you again."
She starts to turn away, but then pauses and looks back at me curiously.
"Why is everything repackaged?"
I explain what happened with the thugs and how Chiyoko helped me repack the groceries.
She listens intently, nodding her head along as I speak.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," she says when I'm finished.
"But thank you for getting everything to me safely."
I smile at her, feeling a little better about the whole situation.
"No problem," I say.
Chiyoko stands beside me, watching our exchange silently. "Well... thank you again," the old woman says finally, turning to go back inside her apartment.
"You're welcome," I reply, watching her go.
We head back to Chiyoko's apartment, ready to collect our reward from the hacker girl's website.
I sit down at Chiyoko's desk, which is cluttered with papers and various gadgets.
Zeta rolls onto the desk beside me, its one working eye fixed on the screen.
Chiyoko stands behind us, watching curiously as I open up the app on Zeta.
"Okay... now what?" she asks.
"Now, I just have to fill out this form," I reply, tapping away at the screen with my finger.
"And then we should get our reward."
"Great," she says, seeming pleased with herself.
I type in my information and wait for the confirmation message.
Zeta beeps a warning at me, but I ignore it and continue filling out the form.
As I finish up, the screen loads slowly, displaying a confirmation message.
"Reward confirmed," it reads.
"10 credits added to your account."
I exhale a sigh of relief and turn to Chiyoko with a smile.
"There we go," I say.
She smiles back at me, seeming pleased with herself.
"Great," she says.
"Now, let's celebrate with some food."
She heads into her small kitchen and starts rummaging through her cupboards.