2047: Sights of Death Page #5

over this quadrant in

exactly 15 minutes and 35 seconds.

Get me an S.O.S., if it gets there.

Message encrypted and

ready for transmission.

The world is so amazing and so crazy.

The human race slowly

moves into final waltz.

Being a soldier is... crazy enough.

I kill every day, and I'm not a criminal.

That's crazy.

Ryan.

Cut me loose. We gotta help Tuag now.

It's not real.

I just saw her with my own eyes.

- I'll cut you out of here fast.

- They just killed her.

She came back to life and took him out.

She does not exist, Ryan.

The antirad isn't working anymore.

I took an alpha-blocker,

I stopped hallucinating.

Wait a second. What's happening to me?

Listen to me. We've got to get of here now.

Once upon a time, she deserted him.

Oh.

I figured you would,

but it's a little disappointing.

Cute. Very cute.

You killed my father.

It was an accident. We screwed up.

You're a monster.

Thank you, darling.

It's over, Asimov.

Ah!

No more bullets. Ho-ho.

Where are you?

Show me your face.

Have you ever heard the

whispers of the dead?

Ryan, go! Go!

Heal the suffering.

We can't go. We have to save Tuag.

We have to take her with us.

Son of a b*tch.

She's the only survivor!

Don't leave me. I need you.

Ryan, don't you see? She's not there.

You're supposed to be dead, b*tch.

Come on!

Argh!

Get down. Stay down.

Get down.

Scrooge was right. Ron Hubbard was right.

Charles Manson was right.

The Viagra folks were right,

and so were the people

behind the Club Mediterranee.

Sponge, it's me. Can you hear me?

My boy, you're alive!

I think so.

That's a damn good start.

It's good enough for me, boy.

I'm heading east,

but I don't know for how long.

Oh, the east is crawling with anarchists.

So they're still our friends, right?

This f***ing world makes no sense.

One big stinking mess.

It's hard, really hard,

to know who's right.

All right.

Okay. I'll see you soon.

File 2560 Mission Data.

This is Captain Ryan Willburn.

I'm on my way back home now.

I'll pass through the eastern border

instead of waiting to be evacuated.

My mission was successfully accomplished,

but I'm unable to explain what precisely

happened in contaminated quadrant B2,

nor my length of time that I spent there.

I can't say if the hallucinations I

experienced were actual hallucinations.

I'm not convinced of it,

or if the surviving girl I met

and received help from

was merely an illusion,

or a corrupted figment of my paranoia.

There is one thing I can say for sure,

or perhaps even shout if I need to.

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