Notes: A continuation! This chapter and one more for Dukie-boy, and I'll be fini!
Duke Red looked down from the gate as the misery proceeded. Nearly four hours ago he had ordered the robots and supporters dwelling in Zone One to be wiped out, destroyed. Why wasn't it done yet?
It wouldn't matter. His plans were complete. His weapon was complete. She was complete. Yes, the love of his life. His daughter . . . the replica, in any case. Nothing to worry about . . . soon, Metropolis would be what he had dreamed . . . no robots, no beats of scrap, and metal . . . things no one wanted anymore . . . and he would be looked up to again, not as the Duke . . . not as the man giving them what they wanted, or giving charity . . . but as the hero, as their representative.
He inwardly chuckled at himself. Powerful dreams, they were. Very powerful, and very firm. He would fulfill them, he was sure.
The very slow gate came to a complete halt and the grille opened to admit him into the fiery hell that had been called Zone One. The Marduks were cheering, yelling, firing their guns . . . killing them all . . . killing the robot supporters and destroying all of robot-kind. There would be nothing left . . . not supporters, not robots . . . not a leader of Marduks . . . hell, not even the Marduks themselves! Metropolis would be a normal city once again, full of humans . . .
Yes, humans with jobs, who didn't complain because they had no more money; no more humans living on the streets . . . just a normal, wealthy, economic city.
Duke Red stood on the slope, the short, squat, fat man standing beside him and fanning his own face from the heat of the fire. At the base of the steps stood the little wretch . . . the one he had come to kill . . . his son . . . Rock.
Ending Notes: Prepare for possibly the final chapter to this little idea ^_^ Well, it's about 11:30 at night here right now, and Anna's gotta finish her pre-al homework and get a shower and go to bed and get four and a half hours of sleep, so bye-bye =P