"I am Nilloc 916, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to lord over the poor and have them fight to the death?
'No,' says the man in Washington, 'that's fucked up.'
'No,' says the man in the Vatican, 'Your ass needs Jesus.'
'No,' says the man in Moscow, 'we're all poor.'
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...
A city where the rich would not fear the poor,
where the scientist would not be bound by a lack of test subjects,
where the great would not be constrained by the small.
And with the sweat of your brow, you can lord over the poor of Gulchtopia, as well."