Freder splashed his way through the stench of the workers’ subterranean street. Fresh from his pleasure garden two thousand feet above the ground, he felt suffocated being as far below that long-lost surface.
He never knew that the masses lived like this! Perhaps H. G. Wells was prophetic and humans were splitting into the leisure-class Eloi and working-class Morlocks.
Did his father know what the rule of his 1% did to those 99% who created that lavish lifestyle in the clouds?
He would find Maria, join he people.
“The Mediator Between the Head and the Hands Must Be the Heart.”
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The photo made me think of an underground city, or a city’s underground. A poor area with the upper-class’ sewage running unchecked into the poor’s domain. Which led me to the movie Metropolis. Freder is the main character of the movie, with Maria the female lead. His father is the head of the elites and runs the city. She is from the poor worker’s city and is trying to find a way for the rich Capitalists and the poor Workers to get together. The last line of the story is the last line of the movie.