Rock
As the leader of Marduks, I think I speak for everyone when I say that the robots are not only destroying the city, but they are destroying our lives as well. With every robot that decides to roam the street there is a person who dies, not by gun, not by homicide at all. The cause simply stands as either suicide or starvation.
Of course, I am comfortable living with my father, but the rest in the city of Metropolis are . . . less fortunate. Not that I care, anyway. It's just these robots, these inferior creatures . . . again, I speak for everyone when I say the whole human race should be ashamed to say that their brethren, a fellow mortal, created these . . . things, the filth . . .
What is their meaning? To serve us. They do this quite well, but the amount is unacceptable. Metropolis is rather complex, maybe too complex for mere mortals to understand, but in any case the robots are still overdoing it . . . Running out their welcome, so to speak.
It is very unfortunate that with the upcoming rebellion of a few upstarts and robot-haters we have to destroy them . . . honestly, I think we should let them kill the robots off, or as many as they can, and then kill them.
I suggested this idea to my father. He says I'm lazy.