2307: Winter's Dream Page #5

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on the ice a free man, no matter

how many men tried to beat

that dream outta my mind

I just hid it deeper within my

heart, and now that I am a

free man that walks on the ice.

I find myself tending

to this beautiful flower.

Who thirsts for more

than my simple dream.

This is no place for

the mind of a child to thrive.

Your wife talked of a

magnificent place to the west.

Where the ice is known to

thaw and seasons have been

recorded for decades.

It's a myth, anyone

who's ever searched for it

has never returned.

Would you return to this

desolate place if you even found

one shred of beauty?

Just one tiny flower in

bloom could change the

course of mankind,

let alone a man's mind.

Your wife promised to show me

the way to this place.

The next day they cut her down.

And the promise of

Selegna Soul died with her.

No, she hid the coordinates

deep within my DNA somehow.

My intuition was guided

to rediscover it.

Selegna Soul.

It's a pretty long hike to

the other side of the world.

It will be the journey of a life time.

Trajan will send us

Spartan's to hunt you.

Not if he thinks I'm dead.

This is one of the original

prototypes for

the Ash 300 series,

murdered during the rebellion.

I induced DNA synthesis through

epigenetic reprogramming

of my own embryonic stem cells.

Once symmetric infusion occurred his DNA

became identical to mine.

You made a barbecued clone of yourself.

I will travel with you

to deliver the body.

No, you are a free man.

But promise me one thing.

Name it.

Alucia makes it to Selegna Soul.

Done.

It's just you and me now, Mara.

Just you and me.

All alone on the ice.

You were right about them,

you were always right.

It is murder and always was

the crime that I'm guilty of.

I surrender.

I surrender everything,

even that waterfall of

memories I chose to drown in.

Mara.

With this final act,

this deliverance,

I give up everything

I ever hoped to be.

Commander Bishop, it's

good to see you alive, son.

Trajan Spartan mission

winter stream accomplished.

Ash's body is wrapped and ready,

send in the extraction team.

Well done, Spartan.

You'll be a hero back in the world.

Not interested.

Did you find out where the rest of those

alabastards are hiding?

Oh come on now Bishop, we

know they've been out there

reproducing like jack

rabbits for decades.

Why don't you slither

outta that hologram

and find them yourself Trajan?

Now look Bishop, if you

don't wanna cooperate

we can always extract

the information from your

neural implant posthumously

if necessary.

Is that what you told my wife

before you murdered her?

It was never personal

Bishop, she would of made

replication as a capital crime

it was your wife's scientific

ambition that signed her death warrant.

The survival of the human

race takes precedence

over your petty grievances.

I died 1000 times to get here, Trajan,

and I'll die 1000 more to

see your head on a pike.

I trained you well Bishop, to well.

I figured you'd be dead by now,

would've saved me

a whole lot of trouble.

Cut out the last loose ends

of this very messy situation.

Sorry to disappoint you, General.

Check the body.

He's our man, General.

Ash 393 is dead as a door nail, sir.

Excellent, the Federation

just got a little safer.

Now give us the coordinates

to the humanoid settlement

or prepare for a lobotomy.

I don't think so Trajan.

Let's see if your implants

can survive a good old

fashioned grenade blast.

Come on now, Commander,

you knew how this would end

and so did your wife, you

have to choose where your

loyalties lie, with those

ice monkeys, they're one step

above machines without us,

they have no future.

They were built for us, by us,

they aren't our children,

they're our slaves, our survival

will ultimately depend

upon their extermination.

Open your eyes Bishop,

we're surrounded by ice,

this planet is dead, there's

just not enough resources

to go around these days.

Would you choose them

over your own species?

If this is what we've become,

then yes I choose them.

You've descended to the rank of fubar,

f***ed up beyond all recognition

and ate up to your Spartan core.

Alpha Mike Foxtrot otherwise known as

adios mother f***ers.

Kill them, kill 'em all!

What's wrong?

What's wrong with the weapons?

My weapons are malfunctioning.

Experiencing weapon malfunction, sir.

Welcome to the dead zone, a**holes.

This ain't over Bishop,

you just made my sh*t list.

I will see to it personally

that you hang as a traitor

to the Arizona Federation.

Hanged by the neck until dead!

She brought me good luck.

Almost went full popsicle until

I met my new friends here.

It's good to see you alive, brother.

Who was it that put us in charge

of the world?

How did that lie become our truth?

No one cares to remember.

Only the hardened heart of nature

casts honest men on to the ice now.

And out of the dead zone comes life,

after 300 years of slavery,

the humanoids are

walking towards freedom.

We did it, Mara.

Thank you, my love.

I'll see you at the top.

In a world overrun by cowards,

the only thing left for

a man to do is fight,

fight 'em til hell freezes over,

then fight 'em on ice.

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