Voicetest; canon is Metropolis

[machine_of_babylon]

From one city to another shall it be then? A prison of concrete for a cage of domes and skies!

[...suddenly smiles.]

But of course, mundane. While you are not my creator, your intents are so very, very similar. I shall accept your task, whatever may come of it.

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[mynamenotwhoiam]

Do you really mean that this new place would be better for you? You'll still be trapped!

[machine_of_babylon]

All cities are traps, Babylons which promise splendor but repay our work in enslavement and misery!

[mynamenotwhoiam]

[That was...not what he was expecting.]

So it's just a matter of which cage is the biggest.

[machine_of_babylon]

[Jerks her shoulder as delivers Hope an intense stare.]

But it won't be of any importance. We shall break the cage, together!

[mynamenotwhoiam]

...You do realize I'm just a kid, right?

[A kid who can make fireballs the size of military transport vehicles explode out of thin air, but she doesn't know that part.]

[machine_of_babylon]

[Head slump.]

You want your freedom, yes?

[mynamenotwhoiam]

Of course I do! Who would want to be somebody's pet, locked up their whole life?

[machine_of_babylon]

Then you must prepared to do anything to get your freedom! Anything!

Even tear the whole of heaven apart!

[mynamenotwhoiam]

[You're...kinda psycho. Also, these are bad things to say to a kid who's turned into a monster before.]

There are some things that aren't worth doing, no matter what it is you want.

[machine_of_babylon]

[She's not insane, she's just poorly made BY a madman.]

It's that weak thinking that kept the workers slaving away underneath my city, waiting for their so-called mediator.

[mynamenotwhoiam]

If someone told you you had to destroy the whole world, including everyone you knew, would that be worth it?

[machine_of_babylon]

If my creator wished, so be it.

[mynamenotwhoiam]

Your...creator?

Who cares who made you? What's the point of doing something like that if it leaves you all alone?

[machine_of_babylon]

...

[Uh...this is what happens when your left alone without your creator for long.]

But-it's for freedom-it IS!

[mynamenotwhoiam]

You'll be free, but you'll have have nothing to do. There won't be anyone around you. What are you going to do then?

[machine_of_babylon]

I'll create something anew, a new world!

[mynamenotwhoiam]

But what's the point?! You destroy everything so you'll be free, but then you have to spend the rest of your life making a new world, where other people are gonna get trapped the same way!

[machine_of_babylon]

Your rhetoric is the rhetoric of lofty thinkers and the powered elite! Always relying on the hypothetical instead of the real!

[mynamenotwhoiam]

The powered elite?! My entire planet thinks I'm a monster!

[nobirds]

Compliant, for a victim of the atrocities these mundane dish out.

Oh well. I guess I should be glad I'm not you, going anywhere. I'd rather be stuck with one idiot than a city full of them.

[machine_of_babylon]

I seek compliance only in the fact our goals are similar. Like him, I seek to sow the seeds of dissent and anarchy!

[Maria...you read that completely wrong.]

[remade_rebel]

Cities can be prisons, or they can be palpating hearts, full of possibility. It all depends on how you rearrange its architecture. Cities are Remade in this way, protean: their substance grows out of their so-called owners' control. The urge to throw a brick at one's oppressor is the most primal manifestation of this phenomenom.

[machine_of_babylon]

And by taking back this city we can remake it into a Valhalla! All that is required is snuffing out the fires of the few!