Omega Doom Page #2

Come on!

I have nothing to chat about!

I'm just chock-full of information.

I could tell you about the stranger and why he's here to kill you.

Kill me?

You were kicked one time too many.

You would know, Marko. You're brain-dead.

I'm sorry, Marko! I didn't mean it!

You're a very bright guy! Ow! That hurt!

You're damaging my circuits!

Please, don't!

I'm begging you don't cut off my head again!

I'd rather die then...

So much for the fine art of conversation.

Are you satisfied now?

You cut off my head. What more do you want from me?

What do you say, Marko? Do we have a deal?

Look what I've done to your friend!

Marko, please.

Let's make a deal.

What do you want?

You already have my best parts.

Look what I've done to your friend.

Please, Mister! Don't let Marko hit me anymore!

He's going to torture me!

Please, stop him! You can do it!

Marko just talks tough!

You gonna help me or what?

You gonna let this guy do this to me? He's a maniac!

Come on!

I'll have another one.

You scum-sucking slimebag, you!

Oh, yeah, Head? We'll see about that!

Sometimes I wish I wasn't created a Drone.

Sometimes I wish I were a soldier like you.

I'd kill every bastard like Marko on the face of the planet.

We're a dying breed.

Are you kidding?

You're heading straight for the Roms, aren't you?

What's to stop them from killing you as soon as you walk in?

I'm a very interesting fellow.

I love what you've done to this room.

You talk too much.

That's because I have something to say.

Not so far, you don't.

Look...

I'm a Hybrid 5.5.

That makes us pretty much family.

We could join forces.

We could kill you where you stand.

There's more where this came from.

Bring me a gun as proof.

- Bullets are so much lighter.

- How do I know you're telling the truth?

- I promise.

- We can kill you...

even if you are telling the truth.

Now that would be pretty stupid...

without the guns.

- Why didn't you grab these guns and go?

- I need tools to dig them up.

Besides...

I'm always on my own.

I could use some company.

You should have gone to the Droids with this offer. They're more your kind.

- I'm not the Droid I used to be.

- Liar.

You're a lousy 5.5 Upgrade.

I've killed your kind before.

Yet here I stand.

The world is turning...

and most of my peers have gone.

How do I know you're not already working with these Droids?

It may be a risk...

I wouldn't take.

You're in trouble now, Head!

Cut it out, Marko! Leave the Head alone!

What is this?

It won't sound so pretty after I'm done with it.

You must think you're a pretty tough drive, Mister.

You don't like music?

I mean...

coming into our town, messin' with the way we live.

We like things here just the way they are.

Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson.

It's never too late to learn.

You're dead metal, Droid! This is our town.

We do things our way!

Did you ever consider psychotherapy?

What?

The bartender and the Head are very unhappy about your manners.

What?

We need to discuss your behavior.

You're nuts.

You see, the Head is hurt.

Now, his feelings are very important to me.

He's my friend.

Now, you may think all of this is harmless fun...

but you see, the Head, he doesn't get it.

He thinks you're doing it to be mean.

I am doing it to be mean!

Really?

And you don't like that, huh?

I said,

you don't like that, huh?

Like we can't see this coming.

Still, it would be fun to watch the 5.5 become a zero.

Be quiet! Both of you.

I think you should apologize...

to the Head.

You think I should apolo...

Listen up, pal.

I'm gonna kill the Head.

But first, I'm gonna kill you.

My, my.

You are a tough...

killing machine.

I've killed over a thousand.

I'm not afraid of nothin'!

This is gonna hurt.

Make your move, a**hole!

Okay.

Just say when.

All right!

Marko asked for it.

Yeah, I warned you about your temper, Marko.

I told you that one day you'd lose your head.

Why did you have to kill him outright?

Why didn't you make him suffer the way he made me suffer?

- I was tryin' to make a point.

- Oh, yeah?

What was your point, that you're serious?

Something like that.

I think everyone's got it. Too bad you had to wreck Marko's body.

It looks okay. There you go.

Oh, man.

The circuits are damaged. I'm not gonna be able to move my legs.

Stop whining. Just morph.

"Just morph".

It's easier said than done!

We need to talk.

You're fast with the shank.

I'm impressed.

Frankly, I could use a bot like you on my side.

It's destiny for us to meet.

God must be smiling down on us.

- God is on a vacation.

- Still...

I could use a good guardian angel.

To guard you from what?

Blackheart.

Haven't you heard about the human army coming out of hiding...

hunting us down?

These guns could be the difference.

Since the humans are the enemy...

why don't we approach the Droids with a partnership?

I don't trust the Droids. They want the world all to themselves.

We don't have to share anything.

We're tougher than the Droids.

And with these guns, we can take them all.

You still have your two guys.

We have a truce. If it's broken, there could be a free-for-all.

We could all end up dead.

But you...

you're an outsider.

Did she tell you about the treasure?

I told her I know where it is.

I just need a little help.

- And she agreed?

- She's thinking about it.

I don't need to think about it.

I'll help.

Where are the guns?

It would have to be a 50-50 split.

Sure. Whatever.

Let's go get them now.

Now, we would have a little problem if we did that, wouldn't we?

- How so?

- What do you think she's gonna do...

when we go out of town with the whole gang?

She'll come after us, there'll be a war...

we all lose a lot of megabytes and nobody gets the guns.

You're right.

So what should we do?

I suppose...

I'll tell her I'd like to...

take one of her guys and show him the spot.

Then I could send out a man after you.

Then you zap him.

Two against one.

I like it.

Then she realizes she's defeated and she leaves town.

And I would get the treasure.

You've got a good head on your shoulders.

I'm Zik.

What should I call you?

Guardian Angel will do.

One more for the road.

One last shot before you get yourself dismantled?

So delicate.

It must be old.

It belonged to my last mistress.

A little girl.

I was her nanny when the clouds came.

She used to sing along with it.

Funny...

I can hear her voice, but...

I can't hear the words anymore.

Smells so nice in here.

Is that you?

Or is it the flower?

How many towns like this have you seen?

Many?

I saw something the other day.

I must admit, I hardly recognized it.

A bird.

- A bird?

- Yeah, way up in the sky.

That's how I would define hope.

Hope is this thing with feathers.

It flies.

There's no hope.

Nope.

You're all the same.

You, the Droids, the Roms.

You're just like bullets.

And once the bullet's been fired, you're gone.

You leave nothing behind.

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