To be perfectly honest, we have no idea what we just wrote about but for the sake of the challenges we went along with this.

As mentioned in the description, thanks to Kelsey, Tech, and Jimmie for contributing to the story – and for Unknown and Notus for approving the story's premise.

While bolded author's notes like this indicate whoever wrote the part itself, keep in mind that Glitch edited/polished the entire story in order for it to be unified. However, the very core of their writing is kept intact, and you have the reassurance that Glitch did not rewrite -- only edit, so their writing should still count.

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Tech wrote this

The Wolf, the name strikes fear into everyone's heart when they hear it. 25 years ago, he used the guise of security for his own gain. Now he runs this city. Scarred from the wars, grizzled grey hair and heavily built, he is not one to mess with. He's in control of all of the robot's you'll see flying around here.

And that leaves me. I have the pleasure to work for this monster. Well, you gotta do what you can to survive around here. Years ago when the new rules were put in place I fell in with the others, it was that or death. I begrudgingly decided to help with maintaining this regime.

My job is a simple one, I run maintenance on the robots, make sure that they are running correctly and well. It pays horribly, and I'm treated like crap, but it pays the bills and keeps me alive. I don't trust this regime one bit. While the Wolf says all of these restrictions are here to help us, it's obvious he only put them in place so he could have power. As much as I want to be safe, this is so much worse.

However, I continue on, going to work, fixing the bots, going home, eating dinner, and sleeping. I'm nothing special, just another cog in another system. That's what I thought at least. It all changed on that fateful day, when I went off work for the night, tired – hands are red from the pain of maintaining those robots that kept watching over us 24/7. As I walked down the Centennial Olympic Park, hovering robots followed me with their cameras pointed at me.

Glitch wrote this

"Hi, Bryan. I just fixed you – what do you want?" I sighed exasperatedly to the robot that I fixed earlier. "I want nothing to do with you."

"Watching over my fellow Georgians," the robot coldly replied. "Our enemies can attack any second – we must be safe."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you were programmed to say that."

I walked faster, hoping to get the robot off of me. As I navigated the streets of what remained of the city I loved – aptly named New Atlanta – I was reminded of the city's charms and what and why we lost treasures.

My eyes landed on the huge screen installed on a tower, on the signs where the words "CNN Center" used to stand. On the screen, it replayed various clips of Atlanta's history – its hosting of the Olympics in 1996 and how it continuously boasts that it was the last truly profitable games in recent history, how Atlanta was 'too busy to hate,' and other propagandistic films. Conveniently, they left out its racist history, or the Centennial Olympic bombings, or how it was caught in the crossfire in the First Civil War – when it became Sherman's victim. Today, it is every American general's victim.

I sighed at these propagandistic films – the world changed for the worse. Atlanta was not the city that I knew 25 years ago. From a rising city with a booming economy, it turned to this dystopian nonsense, with robots outnumbering us in every corner, perhaps three-to-one. In fact, it was not only this poor city that suffered the punches of a dynamically-changing world.

25 years ago, we still had the United States of America. But corporate capitalism, rapidly diversifying technologies and industries, intense competition between large companies intending to monopolize a field of expertise or industry tore the nation apart – leaving only Virginia and Maryland under American control as the rest of North America splintered into factions controlled by monopolizing companies intending to control whatever was left on the continent.

Of course, poor Atlanta is caught in the middle of it all – a media war against California and Florida, a biological war against the old US trying to retain control CDC, and now military forces seizing Georgia, leaving Atlanta as its last bastion.

I looked at a secluded corner, where makeshift homes dominated the scenes in the alleyway. Its inhabitants I could hear complaining about the cramped conditions while two robots looked at the slums that were stacked on top of each other. In their computerized voices they ordered them to get out.

However, what could these robots do, really? Everyone I knew flocked into the city after Carolinian and Floridian factions blew the rest of the state up. Even these robots do not realize the city's deteriorating conditions, spending the rest of their lifespans blindly protecting Atlanta with all their professed loyalty to the state, following the Wolf's leadership like sheep.

It is sad that I still have to ensure that these robots do not overheat themselves. But it's my job as a 'fireman' – that is, someone who makes sure these robots don't catch on fire and not a typical fireman.

I walked a few more meters and there was another scene to the side. There were a few more robots, but instead of guns they had cameras. In the scene itself, there was a couple hugging in front of the camera. As the camera panned towards other directions, it moved carefully to avoid getting the slums and deteriorating buildings on tape. Typical propaganda – filming the glamorous parts (or at least, what was left of it) while deliberately ignoring reality.

All this effort to convince us to stay in this collapsing city, but I knew better – Floridians know how to handle their people better than the AI of this city. ANY faction knows how to handle their constituents better than whatever the Wolf was doing with all the robots, the sheep pastures that are also in this city for some reason, and the lack of livability in this city. It's total chaos with slums and underground activity everywhere. The robots aren't helping either. Whenever a protest or even just suspicious activity ensued, these robots will be shooting Georgians without realizing that it is their leader that has caused discontent and dissent in the first place.

I sighed. There's no hope for this city unless the Wolf and his blind followers are ridden off.

I hurriedly walked home, willing to get the robots off my tail. Later tonight, I'm going to have to liberate the city once and for all.

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Knives, the ring, and everything I need. I think I'm set.

I snuck out of the apartment I was lucky (or productive enough) to live in. As I passed by my neighbors -- those who had been living in the slums beside the apartment -- I swore to them, "I'll set them, and everyone free."

"Hey!"

I looked behind me to see one of those patrolling robots pointing at me.

"What?"

"Where are you going? You are not authorized to be here!" it said in its computerized voice.

"I got called into work for overtime. Apparently people need me back at the job," I excused myself.

"Checking command database. Confirming," the robot said.

However, I knew I wasn't authorized -- I made my excuse up. But it was enough for me to quickly unwield my ring, boot up my holographic computer, and launched an EMP wave directly against the robot. The patrol bot then glitched as sparks sizzled out of its metallic body.

"Alright, now to disable every robot in the area," I told myself as I did a little more tapping into the hologram. Soon, a blue ring of force unleashed out of the ring, and into the entire district. More zaps and sizzles echoed as I snuck out of the district.

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I could see the towering city hall with lightning coming out of it. It's closer now than I had ever been -- I rarely visited the city hall since Atlanta fell into this dystopia.

Of course, I made sure to quietly and sneakily get past all the other buildings, which are fragments of Atlanta that I used to know -- from the aquarium, the CNN Center, Georgia Tech, Olympic Park, places that are now shells of their former selves. Now, I'm sneaking past the urban farms -- the only ONE good idea that the Wolf has developed for this city so far.

"Baa!"

I snuck in the grass plot that have been used as a pasture for all the sheep in the city. Carefully, I made sure not to ruffle more grass blades as one shepherd (a human shepherd, for once), tended on the sheep.

"C'mon, Mrs. Woolsworth. You're going to have to say goodbye -- the robots need you," the shepherd said.

As I waited for the shepherd to get out of the vicinity with his sheep, I paused and watched the scene unfold.

He brought Mrs. Woolsworth the Sheep into a complex-looking mechanism in the middle of the plot. As the sheep stood, the machine instantly lit up the entire room as it made a loud whirring sound that I was pretty sure could be heard from the next tower.

As the light dissipated, the sheep was no more. In its place was a robot -- a patrolling robot. That's how they make robots all this time?! Robots out of sheep?! The place was already dystopian as it stood, but the Wolf's sense of animal ethics makes this even worse.

My jaw dropped, but before I could process what was going on, the robot instantly detected me and fired a laser.

"Trespasser! Get 'em!" the shephered yelled.

I ran past the urban farm's balcony and leapt from one building to another. Mid-air, I reached for my ring and typed a command. A blue wave of force was unleashed from my ring, temporarily disabling the sheep-turned robot as I landed on my back against a wooden crate.

There was pain all over my body, but I had no time to complain. Groaning, I mustered up my strength and limped across the rooftop. The city hall is close -- I could see it. However, I could also see the robot I disabled earlier hovering towards me again, a laser ready to fire.

Before I entered my destination, I typed one final command in my ring. Soon, the robot fired at itself as strips of electricity cracked out of its body. I pumped my fists in celebration as I sprinted towards the entrance.

Jimmie wrote this

I scanned the area around me, looking at all the people under the mind control of machines. I wait on the bottom of the steps of the Wolf's towering building of city hall.

I mustered up the courage to walk up the steps.

"It's time to end this," I muttered, jogging towards the city hall. I reached inside my pocket to pull out my ring – the handy mini-computer that has assisted me in my work and now this plot.

"They won't know what hit them," I cackled. I kick open the front doors to see the lobby clear. Not a soul or a robot in sight.

I made my way to the front desk to see no one. However, the lights were cut off. Darn.

I turned towards the front doors behind me and saw metal panes blocking off the doors then the windows until every possible exit was protected by a pane of metal, leaving no light. I jump the front desk to gain cover. The emergency red lights flashed with a siren blaring and echoing across the hallways.

ERT! ERT! ERT!

As I bent down under the front desk, I heard robotic cackling and then a thud above me. I stuck my head out to see and as the lights continued to flicker, in front of me were two muscular robots. I jabbed to the one on the right, sending the bot off the desk and into the wall. The left bot jumped over me. As it did, I grabbed the robot's back midair and threw it into the other bot.

As the lights flickered red, I saw two elevators. I hear the bots behind me scurrying up; thus, I reached for my sidearm knife, and as l turned around, one of the bots started running towards me at full speed. I threw my arm up with the knife, aiming and waiting, and as the light flickered once again.

I throw the knife in the direction of the bot, landing precisely in-between its eyes (cameras, in this case). Gottem!

After landing that beautiful throw, I ran to the elevator, hitting the button.

I cursed under my breath. It wouldn't turn on.

Hearing the cacklings of the other bot, I knew I didn't have much time until the other one would be vaporizing my face. I looked at my ring and tapped it to activate the holographic mini computer. With a little bit of hacking, I managed to connect to the elevator. Then it opened.

I jumped right into it and closed the door. However, as I did, lasers punctured the sealed door – barely missing me. I looked at the floor buttons and anxiously pressed for the highest level. I'm honestly surprised this elevator didn't fall apart yet.

I waited patiently as the floors lit up wherever the elevator went. Soon, I reached the top floor. I was then greeted with nothing but open space. Across the room, I hear pounding. Lights flickered on and off. Amid the flickering was a silhouette of a man, standing on his two cybernetic legs and his genetically modified arms.

"I see you," he said in a menacing voice. "I know what you're trying to do, but for the betterment of this city, I won't let you succeed." He then pointed at the enormous window behind him, with Atlanta's skyline dominating the view below. "You're not going to sell this city to the other wretched factions. New Atlanta belongs to Georgia, not Florida nor the Carolinas."

"Does it matter if the Georgians down there are suffering?" I asked.

"At least, they're safe! Safe from the likes of you and the barbaric other factions!" the Wolf exclaimed. "ROBOTS ATTACK!"

Trapdoors opened up in front of me to five robots hovering up. I tapped on my right and started typing away as the robots got closer. Once they reached arm's length, I extended my hand with the ring and let an emp out, debilitating them. As the robots fell, I looked straight into the eyes of the Wolf – the mastermind behind Atlanta's dystopia.

The Wolf then unexpectedly charged in my direction. Before I could move out of the way, he grabbed me by the throat and stood up, choking me in the air. As I gasped for air, he whipped out his melee and tore the left part of my body. My left arm dropped on the floor – and with it came the ring.

I screamed in pain as he dropped me to the ground. He crouches over as my vision gets blurry.

I closed my eyes, slowly accepting my fate. If this is where I'm going to die, then so be it. But, I'm not yet done... I'm not yet done...!

Despite being in so much pain, I rose. I may die, but I should not die without liberating Atlanta from his rule!

"NO" I yelled as I dug through his eye with my only thumb. He stood up, crying in pain as I then kicked him in his stomach. I reach into my boots, pulling out a knife.

"For Atlanta," I exclaimed as I sent the knife flying into his chest.

The Wolf staggers back and falls as I stand. I look down at my feet, standing on my puddle of blood.

Kelsey wrote this

I turn back to the Wolf, surrounded by robot parts scattered around him as he grabs his chest. He lay beside the robot's body and breathed heavily as blood spread across his body. He looked me in the eyes, his face filled with a scornful look as his eyes slowly lost color.

"Are you happy now, Fireman?"

I looked back at him with pride, "Now that you're gone, we are now free. No longer we have robots choosing what we have to do. No longer we have robots choosing how we act towards them without punishment. No longer we have robots taking away our freedom. We are now free to choose however we want to live and however we have to act. So yes, I am happy because I now know that this will be the start of taking back our freedom."

The Wolf stared at me, then he started chuckling. Pretty soon, he started full blown laughing and coughing as blood came out of his mouth.

"What's so funny, Wolf?"

He stopped laughing and looked at me with a grin, "Do you really think this is how it'll all end?"

"What are you talking about," I asked.

"Fireman, let me ask you something," The Wolf paused before continuing, "How many people do you think are still alive today in the last 25 years?"

Confused, I answered, "How is that related to anything?"

He put out a little 'heh' before continuing, "Fireman, in the last 25 years, humanity has improved tremendously. With the improved medicine from our medical robots, controlled crime rates from our robot cops, and even the improved food and water rate from our farmers, it has been proven that AI should be in control of humanity."

My eyes widened from his statement. "What proof do you have to even think that THIS," I yelled as I waved over all the broken robot pieces around the Wolf, "should control how we live?!"

"By our history, Fireman!" The Wolf then coughed as more blood came out of his mouth. He wiped it away from his other hand as he said, "You cannot deny how many wars we've been through Fireman. How many fights and protests humans have done against each other that ended with either them killed or severely wounded. How many attacks humans have done with each other over their race, beliefs, and even their identities. How many deaths and suffering humanity has put themselves through with each other in the last 25 years!"

He grips his chest even more as he continues, "With the AI, humanity no longer has to fight against one another over pointless shit. No longer do they need to worry about when the next war will happen. No longer they need to feel oppressed against one another over something they cannot control."

He looks toward one of the monitors and, with his free hand, gestures towards one of them. I followed his gesture and saw what the monitor pictured. In it, the monitor shows a couple of families having fun at the park, all of them diverse from one another. One, with a interracial couple, is having a conversation with their teenage daughter, while the other couple, both of them are women, are playing in the sandbox with their two children. Another family, with two men and a woman, are at the slides with their three children, one sliding down to their mother and the others climbing up to the top with the aid of their fathers . In the background, a couple of robots are observing them with some even floating alongside one of the families.

The Wolf said, "Now, those families don't have to worry about judgment against one another. Now, they can live freely and interact with each other without the fear of being attacked for who they are."

He turned back to me, with a stern look all across his face, and said, "If you killed me with that ring, you'll take away their safety. You'll be sending humanity back to where it all started and doomed them to their fatal end. They will start fighting one another with more wars being created. More protests were created to stop it all only to have them all killed. Even more attacks with one another over stupid things that shouldn't even be debated in the first place. If you killed me now, you'll be erasing 25 years of peace and starting an era that'll put humanity to extinction."

I stared back at him, thinking about what he just said. I contemplated it, not denying what he just said, but also not denying what those robots have put us through in the last 25 years.

After some thought, I raised my hand with the ring still on my finger towards the Wolf and said, "You may be right about all that Wolf. However, I have hope that humanity would not end that way. Rather, peace would still ensue across the land and acceptance of one another would last for eons. Then you'll be wrong about us and will see in whatever you'll end up in that humanity has changed."

The Wolf stared at me for a little bit. Then he closed his eyes, sighed, and looked back at me saying, "History repeats itself, Fireman. You'll find out sooner or later that humanity will be doomed to repeat history again whether you like it or not."

I glared at him as the ring powered up and shot him between his eyes. I look back at the monitors and I see one by one robots shutting down in multiple areas. There I see people cheering in glee at the end of an era of AI and the beginning of freedom and independence.

I smiled at them as I started exiting out of the room, happy that this war between the AI and Humanity is over.

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Glitch wrote this

"Hello! We are live in the New Atlanta City Hall for the Voice of Georgia News Channel, where our leader, the Wolf, is reportedly assassinated by a man who wants to liberate Atlanta from its automated rule!" a female reporter stood on the city hall grounds, robotic parts still scattered and on film.

"We have yet to receive details about this new event, but as soon as news reached the city of the Wolf's death, Atlanta plunged into chaos as the slums in most of the city begun to rebel against their metallic overlords!"

As soon as the reported stated her news items, a patrol robot began shooting at the crowd of people flocking towards the city hall and against robots. One laser cut through her long hair, leaving her with a neck-length hair.

"We gotta get outta here," she gestured to the cameraman, pointing to a secluded corner of the square.

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Meanwhile in the Voice of Georgia's propaganda room, chaos ensued in the newsroom as well. Amidst the celebration that the Wolf was gone, chaos ensued when the correspondents covering other factions started reporting similar riots and revolts as well.

"L.A. is down!"

"I can't reach the New York Times and Washington Post, either!"

"Same with the Chicago Tribune!"

"From what I last heard from our Detroit correspondent, it seems like all androids in Michigan are shut down by one huge EMP blast. The Battle of Detroit is still ongoing."

The chaos then stopped when a loud, artillery blast echoed as the newsroom shook, part of the room collapsing.

One man sprinted past the door into the newsroom, catching his breath. "Guys, evacuate the area immediately! The rioters have killed all the robots and are now fighting amongst themselves!"

"What?! I thought it was the Carolinas bombing us!"

"No time to think about it now! Just go!"

Then silence followed when another artillery blast hit the newsroom, trapping everyone inside.

As I saw what was going on in and around Atlanta, chaos engulfed the city like wildfire. I immediately left the vicinity after killing him and spend my life in hiding. I quit my job, and now live among the slums. Do I wanna talk about what happened next after his assassination aside from what had happened in the newsroom, where I happened to be there? Nope.

I wanna keep my legacy ambiguous. But what matters is -- Atlanta is free. Any other change in the balance of power in the continent is not my responsibility to keep.

But one day, I hope that because of my actions, Atlanta would once again rise up from the ashes.

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Rushed and we had no solid idea on where this was going. Plus, I have like school work and org work to do so we're keeping it this way.

Once again, thank you to The Chosen Imposters for helping around with our written teamwork!

4200 words. Nice

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