Omega Doom Page #4

when even the weak and the innocent have to die?

And the innocent sometimes...

have to think the world is changing.

All I can do...

is follow my program.

Your program stinks.

Your masters started this war...

and I'm gonna finish it.

The war is over.

Who died and made you God?

You did.

That was great!

Okay, one more morph.

All right.

Much, much better.

More befitting a Drone of my station.

Body stealer.

Thief.

I promise to take better care of it than she ever did.

In fact, I promise to use it to make the world a better place.

- But it's not yours.

- So?

Did she appreciate it while she had it? Afraid not.

Question, dear, is...

are you gonna work with us or against us?

I don't want to die.

We'll need a lot of help to fill the hole in.

If there is a treasure down there, I don't want anyone to know about it.

Amen to that.

Sure.

But what if it's true about humans coming to kill us?

Don't worry about it. We'll take care of it.

Besides, we got a friend.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'm stabilizing. Yes, I'm stabilizing.

The town's yours. What are you gonna do with it?

Is it true about the humans? Are they coming here to kill us?

They're busy rebuilding the world.

Then we've got a lot of work to do...

before they get here.

I never understood...

why so few of us get along.

Why are you leaving?

He's got to go. He's got a job to do.

We need more friends.

You were right about the snow.

Stay warm.

Joy to the world

The Lord has come

All finished?

Just about.

Would you do me a favor?

Sure.

Can you turn my head a little?

I want to see the sunset.

Looks like I'm gonna make it to the sunset.

It'll be close.

I hear there's another one of you.

A Hybrid up north.

He's supposed to be a real killer.

Worse than you.

You are Omega Doom model 5.5.

You are a machine...

but you are now different.

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.

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