Omega Doom

And death shall have no dominion.

Dead men naked, they shall be one...

with the man in the wind and the west moon.

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone...

they shall have stars at elbow and feet.

Though they go mad, they shall be sane.

Though they sink through the sea, they shall rise again.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not.

And death shall have no dominion.

Once upon a time...

there were humans and robots...

and a Great World War.

On the last day of the war...

a robot soldier named Omega Doom...

fought a human soldier of another army.

The bullet struck Doom in his program...

destroying his memory and prime directives.

The dark epoch had arrived.

And what was left were ruins and the robots...

who fragmented into rival gangs and challenged each other...

for control of what remained.

Then a new threat arose.

The robots discovered a few humans had survived...

and were intent on reentering the world.

The robots believed there were vast hidden arsenals of guns...

that would help them overcome the crude weapons they were forced to use.

Finding the guns would enable the robots...

to defend themselves at long range...

from the approaching humans.

On a good day...

I feel fortunate.

On a bad day...

Bad days don't exist.

This isn't funny. Don't you think you could stop?

Don't kick me anymore, please!

Let me put it another way. If you continue to kick my head, I'll break.

If I break, your fun is over, see?

Two different gangs, sleeping under the same roof.

Interesting.

Hey, Marko, that guy looks like big trouble.

I'd pay attention to him. Forget about me!

You can always come back and kick me around!

Hey! Stranger!

Over here!

What are you, deaf?

Over here!

Right down here!

Right down here!

Right.

Bingo. All right.

You're not blind.

So how's the weather down there?

Looks like we might be in for some snow.

Considering we're in a nuclear winter, I'd say chances are pretty good.

You're looking for action, aren't you?

Looks like you've had about enough.

Hey, hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Stop!

Aren't you the least bit curious about this place?

Well, you've got your Roms on one side. They love to kill.

You've got your Droids on the other. They hate the Roms.

So the question is why aren't they fighting?

- What's on your mind?

- Well, you know...

I always pace when I think.

And right now, all I can do is roll.

Now, if I could only find somebody to help me out...

You don't want this one?

- Nope.

- That's an antique.

Yep.

Well, a little shorter than I'm used to...

but it'll do nicely.

The Droids used my body for spare parts.

Unfortunately, I was still using it at the time of the transaction.

It looks like the morph circuits are still functioning.

You can link up, if you're compatible.

Are you kidding? Compatible is my middle name.

Ow! Ease me down. You gotta match it.

Down.

Easy.

Well, there you go.

This'll take a minute.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

I've been decapitated for almost a year.

I was a teacher Drone headed for Las Vegas.

I heard there was a human community they were trying to start up.

It was probably just another wild rumor. But I thought, what the heck?

Maybe I can actually teach again...

and help rebuild this planet.

Excuse me.

I'm stabilizing. Yes, indeed.

Now that really pisses me off...

him fixin' up my soccer ball like that!

I'd ask you to calm down, but I know better.

A very interesting situation, don't you think?

Roms:
late-model warrior hardware, the ultimate in killing machines.

Droids:
slightly older hardware, equally lethal.

They have less memory, but are good at adapting to any combat situation!

Whoa!

They hated each other during the war.

And yet here they sit, watching, waiting, watching...

waiting, watching, waiting, watching...

Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

who's the fairest of them all?

Who are they waiting for?

Well, friend...

they're both here lookin' for a treasure...

guns.

- Guns?

- A mountain of it.

Supposedly buried right around here.

But neither side knows exactly where the guns are buried.

Each side seems to have clues that the other doesn't.

You see, the Roms and the Droids got here just about the same time.

Being what they are, they immediately started slaughtering one another.

After a while there weren't too many of'em left.

So now they sit around...

waiting for the other to make the first move to find the treasure.

So which side is the fairest?

The Roms are definitely deadlier.

Their leader is Blackheart, military-type.

Not too big on thinking things through, though. Impulsive.

She is determined to track down...

even the slightest trace of a human being.

You know, Captain Ahab in search of the great white whale.

- Real killer woman.

- Yep.

The Droids, well, they're not well-organized.

Their leader is Zik...

who seems quite evolved, but most of them are just goons.

Like Marko, the fellow who decapitated me.

He said he did it for parts, but it was just his own amusement.

A total psychopath!

What about the guns?

Legend has it that the human army...

hid them around here in the last days of the war.

Anyway...

they both want the guns to kill the humans.

You heard the rumor that the humans are about to come out and kill us all?

I don't know if it's true, but these two believe it is.

What's with her?

She's a worker Drone, programmed to serve a purpose, do a job.

She saw the two gangs camp around here...

so she set up shop, drilled for water...

and then the killing started.

- She got stuck in the middle.

- Well, she can quit.

They won't let her.

Her place is sort of a neutral site, and her water attracts travelers...

that both Droids and Roms can have fun with, like myself, for instance.

You did me a big favor. Take some advice.

If I were you, I'd keep movin' on.

Skip this town.

No, I think I'll hang for a while, check things out.

You don't want to tangle with either one of these gangs.

They're real bad metal.

Maybe I can make them understand the error of their ways.

I don't mean any disrespect, but...

have some of your circuits shorted?

Hey, have you seen something over there?

First, I'm gonna take care of that Head, like I should have a long time ago.

Don't do anything you might regret later.

I thought you enjoyed kickin' the Head around.

I think I've found me a new head to play with.

It's pretty.

Who asked you?

I'm just trying to make conversation.

You've made enough conversation already.

Outside.

Some people have to learn not to meddle in other people's business.

Feet, don't fail me now!

What can I get you?

I'll have a water...

on ice.

Get real.

Okay.

No ice.

Drink up and move on.

You're lucky that the Roms and the Droids haven't sliced you to pieces yet.

I take it violence is not your cup of tea.

It's not mine either.

How about a little can-opening party?

But I'm really not a party person.

Come on. Let's talk.

You know me.

I'm a jokester, Marko. I can't handle this. Please!

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