It seemed like a good idea at the time

"What to do? What to do?" Josh asked himself. "I cant not use this. I have to do some good with it. Great power somethin' somethin'... what the hell does Spider-Man always say?"

Rolling the idea of being a superhero over in his mind Josh decided against it. He wasnt against doing the right thing and fighting evil... it just seemed like he could do more good with this phone. There was an alluring aspect to the idea of punching dick heads like the Red Skulls face in, tho.

So if not that, what?

Well... okay 1st he needed to take care of himself. He couldnt help anyone if he was struggling to survive. But at the same time he didnt want to over do it. He didnt need to be Tony Stark. After all it was only himself. His parents had died years ago, he had no siblings, no girlfriend. Josh didnt need a billion billion dollars just to survive. A million at most would... well, it would do, surely.

●Josh West is one of the hundred richest people in New York.

There. That was..... he was billionaire, "Hhooo boy"

Josh looked at his much fancier clothes. His much, much fancier clothes. And he had new memories... he didnt live on the third floor, in a shitty little apartment, over a Chinese restaurant. No, he owned a million dollar 2 bedroom condo apartment on the 80th floor of an 85 floor skyscraper.

"Okay. Okay." This was what he wanted. He was rich, what was so wrong about being... Josh blanched as he suddenly knew what he did to have over a billion dollars.

"Oh my fricking fuck, I help make Sentinels." Josh stared in horror at his new fancy clothes. "I make **** bots."

"No,no,no,no,no." He grabbed his phone with both hands and in a panic tried to think of an alternative. He did not want to be living the high life by building mutant terminators. Robots were fine. Just not **** robots. In fact why not helper robots, there had to be a lot of uses for helper robots. Like... what was that stupid video game? Detroit we are human? He could make those.

●Josh West made his money by making robotic helpers for the sick, infirm and elderly.

There.

Wait...

How the hell did this go wrong? It was benign as fuck. It could only be helpful.

"Sexbots." Josh groaned. "They made my helper bots into sexbots. Because of course they did. I made a vaguely human looking robot and guys had to find a way to fuck it. Sure. Why not."

Putting his head in his hands he asked, "Why am I so bad at this?"