"I don't think anything is an evil overlord's problem if they can make it the little guys' problems." He folds up his map-pamphlet of tourist hot spots with a sigh.

"Heck, I don't get the feeling those guys give two hoots about money." In fact, the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes money is completely irrelevant to robot overlords. Unless it isn't. Maybe they have a roboconomy. But it's probably in batteries. Which is the people, who need the money, but only inside their digital imagination world, so--

Greg pinches at the bridge of his nose. "Oorgh this is why I didn't make it through college. Can't think through the economics of slavery without a headache. I gotta stick to hot dog-level prices."