Atlas
I lead my troops into battle. I fight . . . but . . . is that all that happens in Metropolis?
Everyday, there's a war. Civil War, actually, and the city is torn because of it. The inequality between humans and robots has torn this economically dominant city to ribbons. And now I am joining it.
I am fighting a rebellion against robots for humans' rights. It's only my duty, now, because it seems as though the robots are getting it all. I understand why they were created, but the plan back-fired. It hasn't made life easier for us! They've taken our jobs so that now we starve because we have no money.
Maybe this is happening because Metropolis is too complex for us humans to understand and run to the fullest potential, to it's efficiency, without something going wrong. I'll probably never know, but right now the robots have to go. They have no purpose here anymore. We can do this ourselves.
I also understand that there are other means of getting what we want. We could leave town and inhabit a different city, but most people are happy here no matter what because this was where they were born and raised.
Constantly, immigrants are coming in to celebrate things with the others in this city, like parades and things . . . I wish they would take some robots with them when they left again . . .
Of course, Boone and Red have done a little bit to get these robots under control, but it hasn't been working too well. Those Marduks are doing more than just getting rid of robots . . . they'll kill innocent humans to get what they want, and the leader of them all, that brat named Rock, is the worst.
I would give my life to get the robots out of the city, or destroy them, and that's why I am fighting. My life is on the line for the rest of the city . . . We will be dominant!