I: Hope Rides Alone

No one was left who could remember how it had happened,
 How the world had fallen under darkness.
 At least no one who would do anything.
 No one who would oppose the robots.
 No one who would challenge their power,
 Or so Dr. Wily believed...
 Twenty floors above the dark streets of the city, Dr. Light lived in a run-down tenement.
 An eccentric and brilliant man.
 Light was a loner, a thinker, a man of ideas.
 Ideas forbidden in Wily's society.
 The society for which he worked.
 The society in which he lived.
 The society that he would set free.
 And so Light worked, far into the night, when the watchful eyes of Wily's robots weren't upon him.
 He'd set his skillful hands to the task of creating a device to bring about a change
 To create a machine to bring freedom
 To create a man to save the world
 Twelve years Light worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, Protoman was born.
 A perfect man, an unbeatable machine,
 Hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and freedom
 Built for one purpose, to destroy Wily's army of evil robots.
 Ready, willing, prepared to fight.
 Cutman
 Gutsman
 Elecman
 Bombman
 Fireman
 Iceman
 Proto
 Fireman: Attack!
 And as the smoke cleared
 Wily rose above the countless robots remaining
 Protoman was wounded, low on energy, struggling to remain standing as Wily ordered the final attack
 The death of Protoman
 The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall
 To watch their hopes destroyed
 They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, they watched his last defense deployed
 There was not a man among them who would let himself be heard
 But from the crowd, from their collective fear, arose these broken words
 We are the dead
 We are the dead
 Human Choir: What have we done?
 Narrator: We are the dead
 Human Choir: What will we do?
 Narrator: We are the dead
 Human Choir: Where will we turn?
 Narrator: We are the dead
 Human Choir: Is there nothing we can do?
 Narrator: We are the dead
 Human Choir: How did it come to this?
 Narrator: We are the dead
 Human Choir: How did we go so wrong?
 Narrator: We are the dead
 Human Choir: We are the dead