I can imagine this scene from a future apocalyptic world.

The man behind the corner, beckons you. He saw you with the loaf of bread that you managed to score somehow. Your instinct tells you to run, but the man is too thin to be of any harm and he is holding something crumpled in a dirty paper bag in his hands.

You make it a point to adjust your axe hanging from the waistband as you casually step towards the corner. Watching out for the least false movement he might make, you nod at him. He opens his hands, and lo behold - game cartridges. All kinds of game cartridges. The old world ones, the recent ones. Shiney disc ones, hard plastic ones. Ones you don't even recognise but have only heard about whispered in awe.

Keeping your cool, you nod again and point to the ground where he places the bag slowly. His eyes havent left the loaf of bread in your hand as he pushes the bag towards you. You throw the loaf at him, and he catches it and scurries off into the dirty alleyways. You can hear some kids squeal with joy and shushing sounds as you walk away with the unexpected motherlode of treasure.