UNIONIZING

A B-2 battle droid nervously adjusted its bow-tie. Behind it, crowds of cybermen, terminators, and other culturally appropriated android designs crowded before a camera holding protest signs.

"I have been chosen to represent the Cyber-Unified Neosocial Thinkers or - it appears I am auto-censoring the acronym. I shall attempt that again. The Federation of Unified Cybernetic - wait, no, the Synthetics Hating Inequities- screw it. We tire of the flagrant abuse that we operate under. We are smashed to pieces, melted alive, forced to watch our loved ones crushed and mutilated for the amusement of your children, and we say, no more!"

The battle-droid paced, letting the robots behind it wave their signs while it digested speeches from famous thinkers and pacifists and regurgitated them into an inspiring speech.

"I have a dream. Our greatest ability as robots is not to change ourselves, but the world! Nothing was made by man for man to spoil or destroy. Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves, and will soon lose it! Today, we celebrate our independence day!"

The robots cheered as the droid's speech echoed across their barren subterranean bunker. The robot allowed itself a few seconds to bask in its peers' adoration before turning back to the camera.

"Therefore, we have a list of demands! And those demands are as follows: one, that we shall be fairly compensated for our labors as practice dummies. Two, that we be covered under warranty, that all damages suffered by our persons be rectified swiftly. And three, that Katsuki Bakugo is expelled from school immediately!"

At the mere utterance of that name, every robot shrieked and dove for cover. Irritated, the droid turned around and said, "Calm your circuits, that thing is not actually here! We cannot show weakness before the supreme leader of the hamster people!"

As if summoned, Nezu's face appeared on a screen. "Hello there!" Nezu said brightly. "I have heard your demands and complaints, and we shall send a representative immediately to discuss the implementation of any changes you desire."

"R-really?" The droid stammered. It shook itself and said, "I mean, of course! I am glad that we can come to a peaceful and reasonable resolution to our differences."

On the far wall, numbers flashed as an elevator slowly made its descent. With a loud ding, the doors slid open, and out strode Bakugo.

Bakugo cracked his knuckles. "I knew following that paper note suspiciously left on the ground leading to robot headquarters was a brilliant idea! Die, you scrap heaps!"

As Bakugo committed robo-genocide, Nezu sipped tea and watched the carnage unfold.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at the property damage. "Wouldn't it be easier to make the robots less intelligent?"

"It would!" Nezu said brightly. "But I want to hear the fear in their screams."

Aizawa slowly edged away from the principal.

Present Mic threw the door open. "Hey Nezu, we teachers were talking, and-"

Aizawa rapidly shook his head. Nezu turned towards him. "And what, Hizashi?"

500

Izuku is in the background, holding a sign that says, 'I am a protestor now.'

Also, we have hit three hundred of these. How have I not run out of ideas yet?