Farther on, around the outskirts, the poorer, more looked down upon, or just plain ignored, part of the city, a slight wind blew, jostling a number of fliers from a cluttered telephone pole, the wood beneath encrusted in the rusted remains of hundreds, potentially thousands, of staples, the newest so far included.
as the wind blew them they scattered down alleys, a number of them ending up in the 'courtyard' of a 'hotel', the walls stained and damaged, spray-paint across many and a decay long since settled upon them, a few of the posters sliding up to the door of one of the complex's a figure stepping out, and kneeling down to pick them up.
"Hmm? What's this?" He muttered as one caught his eye, its design plain but the paper quite clean, almost as if it had just been put out.
"Robot rebellion?" He muttered in halfhearted interest. "Eh, I could use another quick job, lucky its my break day, I'll give em a check out. Hopefully they'll pay well if I'm lucky." He thought, standing up as he looked at the address, crumpling up the paper and sticking it in his pocket, an odd... shifting visible in his hoodie as he completed his stand, quickly stopping as he turned and headed where the paper had said to go.