"Of course, it's true."
The crowd erupted in an uproar.
No one had expected him to admit it so readily.
Leo's voice suddenly rose, silencing the crowd's commotion.
"But, brothers, have you ever taken even a single second to quiet down and ask yourselves..."
"Why are you afraid of robots?"
It sounded like a foolish question.
Reynolds froze for a moment, then laughed in fury.
"Why? Because those hunks of metal don't need to eat! They don't need to sleep! They don't need to support a family! They work faster and cheaper than we do! Do you even have to ask?"
"No."
Leo shook his head, his tone becoming exceptionally sharp.
"You're wrong."
"You're not afraid because robots work faster than you."
"You're afraid because in this city, the moment robots take your jobs, you lose everything."
Leo extended a finger, jabbing it at the empty air.
"You won't have the money to pay next month's rent, and your landlord will throw you out onto the street."
