Get a job

As amazing as the city's sights are there is no time to waste. You head for a cheap looking cafe and compare the prices to how much you have on your phone. You have &600 and a sandwich costs &2. You guess that you can afford a night or two in a motel but at this rate living on the street might be a better choice. You line up, wave your phone in front of a scanner and sit down to breakfast.

You open up your phone's web browser and start looking for nearby jobs without requirements. There aren't many but one was one practically begging for anyone who can turn up to their street address. Mech suit factory worker.

An hour later you arrived at a building three stories tall, four blocks wide and longer than you could see. Guarding the two corners you could see were mechs wielding rifles the length of cars. Immediately in front of you are four doors for workers to enter and leave by while further down the road are two gates through which trucks are constantly coming and going.

You enter the factory to find that a set of signs had been set up guiding a queue of potential employees towards a set of offices to be interviewed. Looking down the line you can see everyone is dressed in clothing of the same strange material as your own. There are a few more men here than in the business district you first arrived in but at least two thirds of the other applicants are still women.