Cyborg 2 Page #3

-Your girlfriens close, isn't she?|-You got me.

Can I help you?

Just conducting a little inquest

here in your

beautiful, beautiful Kosk parlour.

You're no cop.

Colt?

Colt, you down there?

Colt!

Have a seat.

I'll stand if you don't mind.

Please!

Okay.

Cuff yourself to that bar.

Give it a nice little tug.

Cigarette?

Yeah.

Oh, so sorry.

I don't have any.

You're a spook, man.|You know that?

You need some|serious f***ing therapy.

Oh, but is so much fun

to watch, isn't it?

I guess so.

I have

unusually sensitive skin.

We must guard continually against

infections.

They do cause complications.

I knew Pinwheel was cutting costs,|but they must be really desperate

to bring you in.

Where do you hail from,|Mr. Ricks?

New Orleans.

Have you ever been to

the magical Far East?

No, I haven't had the pleasure.

You really should get out more,|Mr. Ricks.

Travel really does|broaden the mind.

Now...

Are you going to tell me

where she is?

I told you I have no idea|where she is.

Little boy Colten|has lost his mate

and doesn't fancy a look.

But, Master Bench

and his bloody henchmen

must hang

his head

on a hook.

What the hell is that?

Thas the third eye.

They say to me that|it does help you see

far into the future.

Sh*t.

No, no, do not cover it up.|Is a

liquid crystal base, very

very sensitive to the light.

You see?

Otherwise is going|to burn a furrow deep,

deep, deep into|your corpus colossus

and then you're going to be in

a desperate state.

All this fun has just left me

limp with excitement.

I believe I'm going to join you

in your peaceful slumber.

You have pleasant dreams,|Mr. Ricks.

I think we're coming around, yes?

Hello, my name is Tea.

Would you like Miss Chen|with your cream?

Re-code logical

and pattern back.

Entry first

subject.

Who... who is you,|greeting me?

And I am?

-Miss Chen.|-Who has offered you...?

Cream...

for my tea.

And if you don't like cream?

I'll take it black, thank you.

Well, it doesn't appear|to be any serious

damage.

Now, VEM replication.|I want optical memory playback.

You've been a naughty girl.

Is in my program.

It appears as if Pinwheel|has planted a bomb in you.

Yes. Can you remove it?

I don't think it can be removed.

Your entire system appears|to be suffused with it.

This is the detonator.

Is still active.

Not necessarily.

There.

The detonation clock|in your field

of vision will gradually|run its course to zero

and stop.

On the other hand...

No!

Oh, yes!

Make it stop!

Well,

whas it worth?

Anything.|Just make it stop.

I know you have a partner.

A cyborg.

Tell me where he is,

and I guarantee safe passage out

of the country.

All right.

They say the happiest people

have no memories.

None.

You've been contacted|by a tapper.

Just stay in the dark|and don't reveal any landmarks.

Geography always tips them off.

-Are you all right?|-Yes.

I just hope Mercy contacts us soon.

Yeah.

Mercy.

Is not what you expected,|is it?

What?

The world.

Topside.

I thought it would be beautiful.

Yeah, well, it ceased to be|beautiful a long time ago.

People just screwed it up.

How could they let it get so bad?

Because people|aren't programmed, Cash.

They're not schematics|and they're not circuitry.

They're flesh

and blood.

They learn by trial and error.

Some errors are worse than others.

Some of the trials, too.

Now you're talking about cyborgs.

Man's puny attmept to play God.

A f***ed concept, I mean...

I hated you all and Pinwheel,

you know?

I mean when I first started|working there, they had

the staff that acted like Dunn|was Geppetto.

And by the end all we have created|is a bunch of perverted Pinnochios.

Until they created you.

When I first started

having feelings,

I mean a genuine attraction to you,|I got really scared.

Because they were playing God|better than ever

and I was buying into it.

I mean I knew|what kind of treachery

Pinwheel was capable of,|and I was more afraid for you

than for myself.

-Any regrets?|-No.

None.

None.

Except one.

We're not going to live our lives|together and die together.

Today might be that day, punk.

I'll be damned

if ain't sween Raven Chen.

Long time no see, Danny.

I heard a cyborg|almost did you in.

Oh, yes.

She gave me a run for it,|all right.

Seems that

our darling little Velma

had a fondness

for battery acid.

Gave me a full face-splash.

The beautiful b*tch.

The tapping game isn't|what it used to be.

Maybe is time you checked out.

Jesus Christ!

Look what you've done!

Look, Cash,|we don't have time for this.

We've got to keep moving.

Ah, "the nuclear family".

An appropriate name.

You were right.

He's of very little use to me.

Where are you?

So tell me, whas worse?|Cyborg envy or human envy?

Penis envy?

I like your style, gorgeous.

Hey, puppy. You lost?

Who cares?|How much time we have left?

Wait a minute, he's synthetic.

Mercy must have sent him.

Great.

" Benji the cyborg".

Les follow the dog.

This must be it.

Oh, yeah. This sounds like|a wonderful place.

Yes, may I help you?

Yes, you can let us in.

Do you have a reservation?

-Mercy sent us.|-I'll check with the management.

Excuse me for a moment.

Welcome to Towndown.|Your entrance has been approved.

Thanks.|We're looking for Mercy.

Nobody finds Mercy.|Mercy will find you.

Towndown's a shipyard?

More like a graveyard.|This is pre-war sh*t.

All obsolete. When enough|fools and freaks moved in,

they called it a town.

-You need one thing to live here.|-Whas that?

Basic human survival instinct.

The man says to approach.

He can see us?

In these parts, if you don't see|it coming, is probably too late.

I wish you luck.

Cover it up, boys!

So where to, Benji?|Whas next?

You're late.

Yeah, ran into some sh*t.

And is getting thicker.

What do you mean?

The ship I paid my last dollar for|just burned to the ground.

I'd say someone|doesn't want you to leave.

-What other options do we have?|-Only one.

Rent another boat.

Great. How are we|supposed to do that?

Ever hear of the Blade?

-No.|-No.

Snuff combat

under a stern propeller|of a dry-docked ship.

Big attraction here.|Two go under, one comes out.

Fast, brutal

and highly illegal.

And you're a contender.

Forget it!

I'm not putting my ass through a|blender so you can place some bets!

Easy, Colt 45.

Remember the difference between|champ and chump is U.

The Blade's your ticket

to the Mombasa shuffle.

-The ticket to where?|-Mombasa.

The only free-zone on earth|for unlicensed cyborgs.

The purse will rent you

a black market boat for the trip.|And it leaves tonight.

With you...

or without you.

Hey, Marty, my love.

Four hours and counting, Bench.|Where in hell are you?

I'm due west riding right by|a beautiful magical harbor view.

Towndown.

Not unlike our late|lovely Velma, huh?

The harbor zone has a well developed|criminal network.

However the similarity|is circumstantial at best.

Yeah, well, silly me. I just have|a little trouble believing that.

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