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The walls were a concrete cage,
The city below the robots’ stage.
The Outside seemed out of reach,
But an orange Little Outsider set them all free.
The sun felt warm on the Companions’ screens
The rays that poured in were small,
Yet the light grew and grew,
showing the sky at last!
— and the sun’s warm embrace,
Those who had so long been trapped,
Could almost taste the fresh air,
The creatures that hid in the dark, waiting for a bite,
turned to ash as the light shone upon them
The forces which held the city’s key with fists of iron and hate,
Were left to ruminate, to gaze up at the rays and fall into a trance,
As though they were simply metal statues
At last, after centuries past,
The City Was Free