In a tragic vision of an advanced condition of planet earth is arranged the clamoring city of Metropolis where the towers ascend strangely high into the air. In the interim, down beneath those high rises possessed by the well off first class are the shocking machines running on 24 hour plans that keep the city going and the world class securely isolated from the revulsions of which they know close to nothing. City is represented by John Frederson, a blend of specialist and government official whose every day routine is characterized by his correspondence of requests to subordinates. Additionally involving the rich solace of the towers of Metropolis is Freder Frederson, child of the supervisor of the city. While the story may happen in an imminent future (around a century from when it is seen), it rapidly turn out to be certain that a few things never show signs of change. Offspring of the entitled are as yet characterized by their capacity to roll and waste: Freder invests his energy taking part in costly brandishing exercises or lolling the hours away by gardens on the tops of the towers while gazing at young ladies wearing altogether less garments than the young men. On this day, be that as it may, the verdant little housetop plant is all of a sudden invade by a group of hardscrabble children straight out of Hell's Kitchen and their medical caretaker who seems straight out of paradise. In any event that is the manner by which she appears to youthful Freder whose response to nurture Maria's odd attestation that the beggars are the siblings of those entitled youthful scions of society isn't moment expulsion from the mind that would be normal once she and the tykes are briefly constrained once more into their place behind the huge entryway intended to isolate the rich from the rabble.