Robot Jox

It is 50 years since the nuclear holocaust

almost destroyed mankind.

War is now outlawed.

And all territorial disputes

between the two great alliances...

are settled by single combat.

Here at the Confederation

playing field in Siberia...

a battle rages between

two gigantic fighting machines...

piloted by their nation's champions

the Robot "Jox."

Enough!

Alexander, you win.

Alexander! I can't move!

I think my back's broken.

Judgment!

I would likejudgment.

If you please.

Thejudgment is victory

for the Confederation.

Alexander, hold your position.

I yield!

I yield!

You're next, Achilles!

Bastard.

He didn't have to kill him.

You surprised?

Should have sent my boy in.

He wouldn't let that bum knee stop him.

It wasn't primarily the knee.

They knew how to

counter the tar spray.

Clearly a matter of espionage.

It's not parallel development?

No. The spy again.

Spy or no spy,

knee or no knee...

you let that bastard kill

nine of our guys in a row...

when my boy could have

nailed him at any time!

- Nobody let anybody do anything!

- Achilles is the best!

You say he's not the best?

That's why we're saving him!

To fight for Alaska!

Alaska? Big deal!

It is big! Oil, timber and minerals.

The goddamn Eskimos!

The point is, if my boy

had been in there today...

nobody would have had to

fight Alexander for Alaska.

He'd be dead!

We cannot allow the Confederation...

to occupy one square inch

of American soil.

Soil is just dirt.

All the rest of the team is dead.

Charles Virgil Peck.

Fighting name, Hercules.

Born in Tucson, Arizona.

- Twenty-seven yesterday.

- It was him and me.

- Now it's just me.

- He had seven fights, three kills.

Go get him!

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Go! Get him!

You okay?

You okay?

- Crash and burn.

- Crash and burn.

- Crash and burn.

- Crash and burn.

Good work.

You did great.

- What the hell was that?

- Just checking your reflexes.

Come on, that's enough!

It's over! It's over!

Okay. Get him, Sargon.

Come on!

Get to moving, Sargon!

Goddamn "tubie"! Workout's over!

It isn't over until

one of us is defeated.

In training?

It's a wonder any of them

live to make it this far.

- Don't let him get to you.

- Yeah.

- She's one of'em?

- Heard they had a woman.

Not too shabby.

They do all right against each other.

Never gonna be jox, though.

Well, some of them aren't

too hard to look at though.

Cold fish. Damn "tubies."

- Pity, ain't it?

- Achilles, Commander Conway...

I would like you to

meet Professor Laplace.

Oh, yeah. You're the one that came up

with these test-tube babies.

I wish you wouldn't use that term.

They're as human as either of you.

- No mothers, no fathers.

- Human beings.

Genetically engineered to be

the best fighters in history.

The Market would appreciate

complete cooperation from you...

during their final training.

If you mean feed and diaper 'em,

I'm afraid we don't have time.

Big fight comin' up,

in case you didn't hear.

You have an obligation to see that

they have the best training possible.

You'll find they're very quick to learn.

Manufactured people.

The Confederation is

developing "GenJox" too.

We cannot afford to fall behind.

Here. I'd appreciate it if you

could provide us with raw material.

Raw material?

For the gene pool.

You are the Market's most famous jox.

Your DNA will be used to breed

a superior stock of warrior.

You ain't using my DNA

to make no "tubies."

Could we just skip the middleman

and make a direct deposit?

Ooh, boy!

This is where we run the show.

Watch the battle on those screens...

and check hardware status

on those readouts.

Doc Matsumoto, here,

does the technical stuff.

I handle the tactics.

I thought the jock ran

the show from the cockpit.

The robot, yeah, he controls the robot.

But it's a team effort.

He could, though.

He could do it alone.

He'd lose.

Any other questions?

Yes, Commander Conway?

- Name's Tex, little lady.

- My name is Athena.

What's your question?

In your last battle, the Vassilyev fight,

you were clearly overmatched.

Then one perfectly placed laser blast

turned the tide in your favor.

I know, I was there.

That's ancient history.

The battle files contain

no special intelligence...

on any vulnerable points

in Vassilyev's shielding.

What tactics did you use

to find the weak spot in his defenses?

Luck. It was a lucky shot, little lady.

Chance is always a factor.

Experience essential,

but luck is also important.

Let's check in on the boy.

Now left, make a fist.

We have a differential of 1.35.

- Right's always stronger.

- What was it last time?

- 1.28.

- 1.28.

We need the "waldo" interface

checks, jock buddy.

- Left one first?

- Either one.

Don't make me do 'em both at once.

Achilles!

I have already killed you...

right here.

And that's what Alexander had to say to

Achilles in an interview earlier today.

Ajax, do you think Achilles

has a chance?

You're damn right he's got a chance.

He's gonna kill that Confed!

Hey, I don't know.

Alexander looks pretty tough.

This is Achilles's last fight.

Hey, whose side are you on here?

... a new secret weapon they've

been saving just for this fight.

- A new weapon?

- Yeah! Our side, man, our side.

Achilles, 4-1 odds.

Fifty market shares.

- What'd you go for?

- Fifty more!

Hey, I want half of that!

I want half of that!

Hey! There he is!

And there he is, Achilles,

hero of the Market.

Winner of nine straight fights.

Trying to become the only man

besides the legendary Tex Conway...

to win all 10 compulsory fights.

He's fighting today

for the territory of Alaska...

rich in mineral wealth, oil, lumber

and other precious natural resources.

- Break him in half, Commander.

- Little pieces, Wayne.

- Crash and burn.

- Crash and burn.

- Crash and burn.

- Crash and burn.

Go get 'em, Commander.

Right, there might a little lag

in this right laser.

- They fix the ankle joint okay?

- Oh, yeah. You could dance with it.

I'm gonna stomp with it.

- Crash and burn.

- Crash and burn.

Prepare to close canopy.

Check.

Canopy engaged. Closing.

Canopy closed.

Roger. Prepare for primary union.

We have union.

Check. Last one, boy.

You gonna make history today.

What I'm gonna make

is trouble for Alexander.

That's it. Keep your mind

on the here and now.

Just don't get cautious on me,

is what I mean.

That's how you get in trouble.

Don't let it get to you.

Nothing's gonna get to me.

Personal message for Achilles.

- Just called to wish you luck.

- Good luck!

- Good luck!

- Hey, thanks a lot.

What? Was that your brother?

Yeah. Calling to wish me luck.

Wish you'd tell him to stop doin'that.

Bad luck to say "good luck."

Well, hasn't killed me yet.

I guess not.

Ready to walk?

Open her up.

Clear the silo deck.

All personnel, clear the silo deck.

All personnel.

- Here he comes.

- Crash and burn, Achilles.

And there he is. Achilles's robot,

the new Matsumoto 14.

Facing off with the Confederation's

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