If a clock tells time,
then what does time tell?
Over a long period of time, we have come to believe that the only thing in Metropolis is survival. And in this case, it's survival of the fittest. Of course, myself is included.
Humans are creatures of habit. When the rich wake in the morning, they dress, eat a nice breakfast, men might smoke a cigar, women . . . well, we men don't know, now, do we? Anyway, they get ready for a good day's work and they do it- the work, I mean. Well, knowing this from experience, we have to work a lot harder to keep everything going in the city, meaning Zones One, Two, and Three. We have a much more difficult job than those with a lesser . . . financial status.
The commoners wake up in the morning and go search their garbage cans for food. Most of them, anyway. Well, they do this because the rich spend their millions on the city and the left they have in spare for their families and maybe some charity for other causes, such as the Zigguraut. We cannot afford to spend money on the people like that, other than taxes, which pays for the robots. This happens every day, and will continue . . . through time.
If humans are creatures of habit,
then what to they inhabit?
Most of the more common people live amongst the robots in Zone One. I understand the problem is lack of money, but this will be cleared up soon. We all know that Metropolis consists of four levels, Main City, Zone One, Zone Two, and Zone Three. The more fortunate ones inhabit the top level. Poor humans live in Zone One with most the robots, the Simpletons, or more simple robots, live in Zone Two, and the basic work-load robots work in Zone Three.
We seem to be having some kind of minor problem, however . . . Robots. They seem to think that they are allowed freedom, allowed to go and wander amongst the rest of us like they are equal, like they are . . . accepted apart from their own respective Zone. Well . . . they're not.
Notes: And it continues!