[ Well, doesn't that ring a bell. Thankfully for Coppelia, her mailwoman comes from a world of the future, full of robots and all that sci-fi craziness.

Also known as the year 2017.

Dozens of glittering coins fell onto her outstretched palm, the amount exceeding her original target by far, the woman notes with a soft smirk. Without a word of complaint, she slips the payment into her pocket, not particularly interested in disputing the ethical aspects of the exchange. There are just enough idiots in this world to do that in her stead. ]

I'm afraid your Master didn't think things through when equipping their ad bot with such generousness. Do you even get any profit these days?

[ Having not yet seen an AI around these parts, she decides it's worth a try to poke around some more. ]