Fortress Page #2

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- Intestination commencing.

- You bastard!

- ZED...

I don't think you reallse

your predicament, Brennick.

You have nothing.

You have nowhere to hide.

You are nothing.

I f***ed up.

I couldn't handle it, man.

I know.

You better watch yourself.

Where's the women's section?

- Don't even think about it.

- Are you gonna report me?

His little sisters will do that.

- Where's the women's section?

- I am not going to die inside.

You'll die right here

if you don't tell me.

Ain't that a b*tch.

Two f***ing days and you're

just like everybody else in here.

- You didn't answer my question.

- F*** you.

Levels A and B.

What is it?

The baby's kicking.

I can feel it kicking.

It's fine. It's natural.

I just want to hold my baby

for a little while.

I know I can't keep her, -

- but just to see her

open her eyes...

I won't let them take my baby.

Remove number 74270.

No...

Get her!

Stop her!

Into the operating room.

Come on, take it easy.

Your babies are the property

of the Men-Tel Corporation.

Rise and f***ing shine, a**hole!

Laser perimeter intrusion.

Step back, please.

- Shall I intestinate?

- No.

Retract the bridge.

I have a death warrant in his name.

Execute it, 95763.

That is an order!

Your sentimentality is touching,

but quite foolish, Brennick.

Prisoners, a demonstration.

Let 'em go! Now!

You f***ing a**hole!

Hold your fire, ZED.

Intestinate, Brennick.

Random intestination.

Come on, Karen!

Take John Brennick to isolation

to await punishment.

Disobedience will not be tolerated.

- I owe you an apology.

- Not necessary.

Nino...

Come on, man. Let's go.

Sh*t, man!

Black beauties!

- This is Brennick's bed now.

- Since when?

Since your friend

got blasted by the splatter gun.

D*ckhead!

- You look awful.

- That bad?

Worse.

I was clumsy.

I ran into a brick wall.

Only the wall was moving.

- Poe wants you to cooperate.

- So he told me.

He says I should tell you

it's gonna be very bad if you don't.

No kidding.

He says if I care about you at all

I would beg you to listen.

- What do you say?

- I want my husband.

You got him.

John, no matter what you do...

I'll never not love you.

You're real lousy at goodbyes,

you know that?

I always have been.

Commence procedure.

John, help me!

He's been in there for three days.

No one has ever lasted four.

There's a first time for everything.

- You could stop his pain.

- But there's a price.

I want you to live here.

To share my quarters

for the remainder of your stay.

- Why me?

- Why does music give me pleasure?

I skipped music appreciation.

I'm... looking for a companion.

I'm not very friendly

to anyone who tortures my husband.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Yes...

- What?

- Yes! Bastard! Just let him go.

Release John Brennick.

Return him to his cell.

Mother of God!

What have they done to him?

He's a ghost.

- He's gone.

- Bullshit! He's breathing.

The mind is dead.

The body just don't know it yet.

- Welcome home, baby.

- Shall I intestinate?

Just a moment longer, ZED.

This is a fascinating dream.

Quite instructive...

regarding

the prisoner's psychology.

The Brennick woman is causing you

to act in an unprofessional manner.

None of your business.

- Her presence is a violation.

- I make my own decisions, ZED!

Shall I intestinate?

Unauthorized thought process.

It's a very advanced model.

Yes, you were a computer technician

in the army.

I never got near anything

as powerful as ZED.

Of course not. No one has.

Don't touch her!

ZED, seal control.

If you ever lay a finger

on her keyboard, -

- or utter a single voice command, -

- you and your child will feel

a pain unknown in human history.

Don't touch him, a**hole!

What the f*** does he care?

He did it to himself.

No, they did it!

And what are you gonna do about it?

Yeah, right.

- What are you?

- I am enhanced.

- You're not human.

- A monster? A freak?

The Men-Tel Corporation transformed

me into a more efficient being.

Once a month,

I absorb amino acids.

I waste neither food nor fuel.

When my kind are in the majority,

there will be no more world hunger.

You don't sleep. You don't eat.

You can't make love, can you?

No, but I can love.

- Are there others like you?

- Not many as advanced, but yes.

I was one of Men-Tel's first babies.

It was very special.

- You're what becomes of our babies?

- Of course.

I saw your wife, Cap.

I saw Karen.

She's getting larger.

You can tell she's pregnant now.

She felt the baby move.

Your baby.

No...

You know I cannot.

I know.

But have you ever tried?

This is... very special.

I wonder why

I've never tried this before.

How do you feel?

Very happy.

Why aren't you in voice mode?

Proceed, Director Poe.

Come here, Johnny.

Come here, Johnny.

You don't have to be afraid.

John...

I'm here, John.

- Karen, where are you?

- Right here.

I must be more moderate

in the future.

Good morning, cell block orange,

level F.

before reporting for work.

- Get Brennick up.

- I'm awake.

Holy F***! You're alive!

- How long was I out?

- Four months.

It's true, man. You were long gone.

I'm okay.

Wait! I've been in here that long?

Karen's getting near term.

- She's all right.

- Did you seen her?

Are you strong enough for the truth?

Karen moved into Poe's quarters.

That's why he didn't kill you.

- She saved herself.

- She's closer to the way out.

- You'll never get in there.

- You do.

That's my job.

I've got a parole to worry about.

I'm not going to jeopardize that -

- so you can play

some great-escape bullshit!

I'm not playing.

We need to talk.

- Talk's dangerous.

- That's right, it is.

I've been talking to your husband.

I'm John's cell mate.

- All this time...

- He's been like a zombie.

There was nothing there...

until today.

It worked?

It worked!

- Thank God!

- I don't know what you did.

But now he's planning an escape.

Nobody ever gets out of here.

He's a good man.

I don't want to see him die.

He won't die. Not if I help him.

I don't know how,

but this will get Karen out.

Let me see that.

I know about these things.

I'll have to take it apart, but...

- Can you put it back together?

- Machines love me.

I can make it work.

It's what I did in the world.

- Mechanic?

- No, explosives.

First Intercontinental Bank.

I blew that safe

like it was f***ing butter!

My partners didn't appreciate

my work and turned my ass in.

- Why?

- Sh*t! I blew up the money.

Don't f*** it up.

New pods will be ready next month.

- We're still behind schedule.

- Problems with the bedrock.

Five new levels must be ready

by the end of the year.

Yes, I am aware of that.

Reset your clock, ZED.

All work hours are now 93 minutes.

Confirmed.

- What are you doing awake?

- I couldn't sleep.

For the sake of our baby,

you must get your rest.

This thing is amazing!

She's beautiful!

This thing is a working genius.

Look at this.

This is a series of micros.

That's your pain mode.

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