Gamer Page #5

could you imagine porn on this thing?

I've got you under my skin

I've got you deep in the heart of me.

So deep in my heart

that you're really a part of me

I've got you under my skin

I'd tried so not to give in

I said to myself: this affair never will go so well

But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well

I've got you...

under my skin.

I'd sacrifice anything come what might

For the sake of havin' you near.

In spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night

And repeats, repeats in my ear...

Don't you know, little fool, you never can win?

Use your mentality, wake up to reality.

But each time that I do just the thought of you

Makes me stop before I begin

'Cause I've got you under my skin

under my skin.

You're awesome!

Castle.

Kable.

I don't care about you.

You just want your little sugar pie, I know.

So don't do anything stupid.

My house, my rules.

Come on, I want to show you something

I wanted to thank you for leading me into them,

the Humanzuz's cell, that is.

Of course sooner or later they would be whistling my tune

just like everybody else, but...

Meantime, there's that little cracker program they dreamed of that got my attention.

That was a genuine disuse, no doubt about it

One thing even they didn't know, though,

I'm wired too.

I replaced 98% of my own noodle with nano-tissue years ago.

But mine's different. It's built to send,

to transmit,

whereas every other nano-cell that I've put out there,

including the ones in your head Kable,

are designed to receive.

I think it, you do it.

We're talking every Slayer, everyone in Society city.

I believe your better half would fall under that category,

provided they were within range of my transmitters.

Very nice, Castle. So you got an army of psychotics

and deviants to dance around for you?

You're thinking small, Kable. But not as small as me.

See, nano-cells are real small.

A thousand times smaller than these dust particulars.

You inhale it. They go to work; replicating, spreading

like a virus, multiplying in exponentials.

Six months time, I can have a hundred million people converted.

Ditch diggers, porn stars, and presidents.

Not one would be the wiser.

A hundred million people who buy what I want them to buy,

vote how I want them to vote,

do pretty much damn well anything I figure they ought to do.

For instance...

You should have let him fight for himself.

Maybe you would've had a shot.

- I think you're missing the point, my man.

- No no, I get it.

You're pulling all the strings around here.

Which makes my next move pretty...

Neglected to mention my smart boys reversed

that crack the Humanz worked for you.

Easy breezy once I had access to their drives.

You're mine boy.

Come one, let's boogey wooguey rock n' roll.

I think that badass Slayer of the game

don't seem like much, does he?

Lucky shot

Not really.

I need an audience

boys...

No no no, you crawl... on your belly like a toad.

Is this bad?

I'm really bad.

Is this bad?

I'm really bad.

That's sweet.

Alright boys are you ready?

It's time for a true test.

Just like last time, remember?

Yeah, you're stronger now,

a little more fighting...

But I think the end result will be just about the same.

What the hell was that?

Someone from the outside is sending him commands...

We're being broadcast live.

Jam the signal!

Goddamn retards!

We're working on it...

I think it,

You... f***ing... do it...

Look at this knife...

imagine me sticking it into your gut.

Think about it... make it real!

Yes!

- Are you okay?

- Are you my daddy, Tillman?

I'm your daddy.

Wait.

- Shut it off.

- Pardon?

The nanex.

It's nothing to you.

Just a mouse click.

Set us free.

Well played, Kable.

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