Rogue Warrior: Robot Fighter Page #2

All humans shall submit

to consciousness upload.

Do not resist of you will

forfeit your life.

Falcon 12, come back.

Falcon 12.

Sienna, what's the deal?

I have nothing.

What happened?

War bots.

My god.

Should I come back down there?

The city's in lock down.

The war bots, they've

declared martial war,

downloading memories

with big brain suckers.

All of our plans are known.

It's just a matter

of time before they

hit the smaller towns.

New York, Paris, over run.

London is fighting.

Look, I need... I need

the prison codes.

You said you had them.

Seriously?

I need them.

Baby, you got to hold on.

[BEEP]

There.

I miss him.

Sienna.

You can't possibly

be thinking to...

Look, I need to try.

It's near the core.

You have to stay out of there.

Three more worlds

have gone silent.

What else can I do?

We need you here.

Sienna?

[BEEP]

[SIGHING]

Come here, baby.

What am I supposed to do, huh?

Sit on my ass, and wait for

everything to just fall?

Am I the only one?

[WHOOSHING]

[WHOOSHING]

God damn it.

Oh, for f***'s sake,

please be careful.

For God's sake, fly smoothly.

We're hitting a cloud bank.

Sit down, Lucy Lu.

I'm just making sure he's OK.

I said no Hoagland.

Watch where you're going.

Traffic [INAUDIBLE].

Oh, Sh*t.

[BEEPING]

Don't want to play today, boy.

Attention, emergency shuttle.

Earth is in quarantine.

Turn your vessel, or we fire.

Where's the guns?

The guns?

I don't know.

Ralston kept the

control system hidden.

Hoagland, please

find the gun array.

Scanning the system.

Put him back in the box.

I told you.

He's tethered.

This is your final warning.

Guns set for destruction.

[BEEP]

Weapons are online and patched

through to the console.

Holy f***, we got

military grade lasers.

Ralston's got more money than...

Shut it, Blisty.

[GUNFIRE]

Vessels destroyed.

Get rid of him.

He's my pal.

He's playing on their team.

I told you.

He's tethered.

More pigs approaching.

Starting wormhole calculations.

We're too close to

Earth's gravity.

It's this or we die, cupcake.

Calculating for system Wormhole.

Accounting for

gravitational affect.

Slow the vessel so I

can program a jump.

Not on your life, bowling ball.

He's a memory sphere.

He'll surrender to the pigs.

He can do this.

No.

It's our only chance.

All right, Smarty Pie.

We're all going to die.

Hoagland, slowing.

Pigs approaching.

Accessing Wormhole dilator.

Do I have your permission

to engage Wormhole jump?

Yes.

Aware that the safety

protocols are...

Oh, for God's sake.

Hoagland.

Do it, moron.

I won't be spoken to like that.

Prepare to be boarded.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Engaging Wormhole jump.

We're away.

And this is why I hate Al.

And if you ever

argue with me again,

I split you in two

with this las-welder.

Do YOU get me?

Robert 23rd Revision

Bill of Rights.

No automaton shall ever be

shown disrespect for their work

or intelligence unless they were

designed to be disrespected.

No injury shall be

given or threatened

under any circumstance.

Well, I'm officially

breaking those rules.

I'm going to tile a

report to the authorities

when we get back.

Engaging safety shield.

For God's sake.

Do you smell that?

Mm, yes I do.

All right.

All right.

All right, if you eat

it, you won't smell it.

No, thank you.

I have protein bars.

Come on.

It'll help you relax.

I don't drink.

[LAUGHING] OK.

And the other guy said, so

now we can all get some sleep.

[LAUGHING]

Nice one, Jack.

Please, come on.

Messing with me.

I am.

I want to know things.

What things?

Things.

Then you think that getting me

drunk will change what I say.

Probably.

No.

[LAUGHING]

Maybe.

Truth or dare?

Dare.

All right.

Truth.

No, hang on.

You have to go with

what you said first.

Truth.

No, dare.

Truth.

You said dare.

We have to go with dare.

I have a gun.

We can go with truth.

And we can go with truth.

OK.

So why would a man with

a degree in linguistics

work for the industrial mafia?

There was a plague, and

then the war and stuff.

And that girl.

So, things.

Even before the plague.

Are you related to him?

He son of adopted me.

So he's your father.

I didn't say that.

[LAUGHING]

How nice.

It's supposed to be secret.

Well, not anymore.

Well, no.

Because it you tell

the secret, then people

aren't going to trust

me with their secret.

Like everything I've told you

in private over the years.

It's totally different

because stuff.

And you're special to Ralston.

Why me?

I don't know.

Did he know me

before the accident?

I don't know.

Did you?

Nope.

I wish I had more

memories of it.

It'll come back.

You're not even drunk, are you?

[LAUGHING]

Are we still playing

truth or dare?

Sure.

I don't really like

drinking, Blister.

Besides, we have something more

important to do, like breaking

Skully out of prison.

Yes.

That's a terrible idea.

All right.

[WHOOSHING]

If the Skullcrusher can't get

us out of there, we're screwed.

He's worth the risk.

This is completely and

utterly the wrong thing to do.

Just one more microjump left.

[WHOOSH]

Ralston's hackers got me to shut

down codes for the whole place.

Oh, god.

You're serious.

Weapons are trained.

If we get closer,

they'll blast us.

Hold your horses, Hoagland.

What's this about horses?

Entry codes.

Let's see.

17 decimal 28K10.

You are cleared to

land at Platform Three.

I hope you have a plan

to get us out of here.

Oh, I have a great plan.

You will be so impressed.

Welcome to Folsom 38,

a high security prison

under the EC12 corporation.

Engage your slave

control circuits,

and we will guide you

to your docking tier.

Violation oi the high

security protocols

will result in

arrest, prosecution,

and/or disciplinary measures.

This message is brought to

you by EZ 12 cooperation,

bringing you a safer galaxy

though robot Al, policing,

and incarceration.

Hello.

Alert, alert.

[GUNFIRE]

This is a great plan.

Good to see you again.

Yeah, whatever.

[GUNFIRE]

Hoagland, hack in and disable

the security protocol.

[GUNFIRE]

Do I look like a

Swiss Army knife?

Yes.

[GUNFIRE]

Do you have a gun.

No. Very bad.

Yeah, you're not

planning this very well.

Yeah, you're telling me!

We're clear.

[GUNFIRE]

Alert, alert.

That's a f***ing bomb.

Retreat.

Don't do that. It's on a timer.

GO, go!

Go.

Alert, alert.

[EXPLOSION]

Traveling.

[Boom]

That was a very sloppy rescue.

Relax.

It worked, didn't it?

[ZOOM]

[PANTING]

Yeah.

But I'd much rather see

that whole place go up

in one big explosion.

What about your other inmates?

F*** them.

Uh, god.

He's quite something, isn't he?

[GUNFIRE]

Ralston.

The Scourge.

It's been a long time.

Why don't you go f*** yourself.

Where is Sienna?

I don't know.

You lie.

We're going old school.

Motherf***er.

Come back and find like a man,

you tin-plated metal fuckhead.

[GUNFIRE]

Damn it.

You hungry?

I've got curry.

You make it with real meat?

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