The talk show host exited the television station for the day. He finished with work and now he was on the streets looking for some fun. This was how he got a number of his stories; he simply wandered around enough in the right places and saw things. Being a robot made it easy for him to store data within his memory and never forget it. Someone would have to forcefully hack him in order to try that, and his creators and the television station would be on that person's butt quicker than a cheetah. While he probably should have considered bodyguards, he was just roaming about entirely on his own.
Some people were taking the time to check him out as he arrived at the mall. Mumbles of "Wait, don't I know him?" and "It's them!" echoed through the crowd. Suddenly he started having folks approach him. There were a number of people asking the robot actor for an autograph or a selfie. Being one for the people, he couldn't bring himself to decline. However, now the situation was getting out of hand. He was getting a little too much attention and debated scrambling out of the crowd fast. He had to figure out a way to not get mobbed at this mall anymore, but how?
Some people were taking the time to check him out as he arrived at the mall. Mumbles of "Wait, don't I know him?" and "It's them!" echoed through the crowd. Suddenly he started having folks approach him. There were a number of people asking the robot actor for an autograph or a selfie. Being one for the people, he couldn't bring himself to decline. However, now the situation was getting out of hand. He was getting a little too much attention and debated scrambling out of the crowd fast. He had to figure out a way to not get mobbed at this mall anymore, but how?