Rogue Warrior: Robot Fighter Page #3

No, synthetic.

Oh, that's disgusting.

I need to breathe real air.

Do you want to tell her?

No.

Tell me what?

It's nothing.

A whole lot of nothing.

Hoagland, tell her.

Robot first provision

oi being oi service.

Automaton will not willingly

give any information

or physically endanger a human.

That's enough, robot head.

Sienna, I am your friend.

I will you.

Tell her what?

Hoagland downloaded

Skullcrushy's prison records.

I'd like to be put

back in my box, please.

You are off the ship, pal.

Oh yeah, buddy?

I think you're a big, wet p*ssy.

Blister, stop it.

What is your problem?

I think you're a little

coward with a little dick.

Drunk?

Put your collar on, doggy.

Now, that's enough, Blister.

Your one man army had a

brain controller installed,

so that when his emotions

go up, he gets shut off.

Helio Christ.

He's a dripping wet p*ssy.

Agreed.

You, mister, in the dog house.

Me?

And your little Al

friend goes with you.

What did we do?

Now, mister.

And I have a gun, and I don't

have a brain conditioner.

All right.

All right.

And if you complain even once,

I am pushing the eject button.

I don't if we're

gonna fit three of us

in here if there's an emergency.

Actually, this lite boat's

better equipped than most.

Has it's own navigation

system, Wormhole generator,

recycled air and water, food

to last the three of you

a week on single rations.

No expense spared.

There's food in here?

Lower right, under your feet.

Yummy.

Yummy scrummy.

Yummy scrummy dummy hummy gummy.

Yummp scrummy dummy tummy

funny dummy honey funny.

Funny

[KNOCKING]

Hey. Guys.

Could be a distant cousin.

It's a stuffed pig, am I right?

Never seen one before.

Your little AI friend is lying.

You can trust him.

I built him myself based on

the protocols of the '30s.

That old, huh?

It's the only way we

can know he's not pan

of the central brain regime.

I'm sorry to say if the Al

have been developing technology

without human permission, then

they have violated every robot

protocol in the past 20 years.

They are as much enemies of

myself as they are of you.

Uh-huh.

What are you doing?

Programming a fast turn around.

Inside a Wormhole?

As soon as we make

a turn, we fire them

with our military laser.

That's my girl.

Hold on.

Oops. [INAUDIBLE].

That could have been bad.

Oh, please.

[BEEPING]

All right.

[Boom]

What was that?

We're on course.

Correcting back around.

[RATTLING]

Do you hear that?

What?

We lost our secondary

radiation shields.

We need them if we go deep

into the galactic core.

The engine, they won't tolerate

Hawking radiation around Abyss.

OK, OK.

We set down and

repair the shields.

Nearest habitable world?

That would be Rhyliotte.

Then Rhyliotte it is.

12 hours.

Let's get some rest, boys.

Oh, god.

Paleo Christ.

Jonas.

Oh, my god.

I'm so sorry.

[WHIRRING]

We're losing her.

Oxygen. Keep her going.

You look like

you've seen a ghost.

Bad dreams.

It's the gamma rays.

I see these little

flashy lights in my eyes.

Legend has it too

many gamma rays will

make you a super hero.

You think we can remove

his brain conditioning?

Hoagland can guide you in.

No, thanks.

You know, in the '30s,

people trusted Als.

I trust Hoagland.

I'll tell you what.

I'll make you good to you.

Anything goes south, and I

will personally kill you.

That's not a fair deal.

It seems fair to me.

You don't need him, you know.

You can bet your life that

if it comes to a fight,

having Skullcrusher on your team

will be a blessing from God.

2 Millimeters from the

left, you'll see a long,

sinuous... there.

[BLEEP]

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

The left, Blister.

All I see is meat.

You're definitely a

meat head, Skullcrusher.

Don't provoke him, Blister

I do have your

life in my fingers.

Cut away the memory.

There.

Do you see it?

How do I shut it down?

Use a scalpel, lower right,

aim at the silver nodule.

Drinking unadvised, Blister.

Hey.

I need steady hands.

Laser scalpel setting 112.

Pull it free once

it's disconnected.

There, look.

That was easy.

We're still in the woods.

Now you have to put his

skull plate back together.

Don't move.

Good.

Seal it.

Now the skin fuser.

Coming on Rhyliotte.

Hurry it up, guys.

All good.

Don't apply pressure to

the region for a week.

[SIGHING LOUDLY]

You may experience

a small headache

for the next hour or two.

It's a free world, so we

don't need landing permission.

Just like the wild, wild west.

West of what?

Hold tight, patient.

Nursey says it's going

to be a rough landing.

[INAUDIBLE] fresh.

Freshly terrifying

for us humans.

Welcome to Rhyliotte, the first

colony inside the galactic core.

Welcome to Rhyliotte, the first

colony inside the galactic core

and one of the best terraformed

planets this century.

Special thanks to our new Mark

6 Atmospheric Air Processor,

the closest thing to Earth

air before their Industrial.

Revolution.

You'll feel at home on Rhyliotte

with fauna and wild life

from Cygnus Alpha, Terra

Nostra, and old Earth.

We pride ourselves

on our triple suns

with a guaranteed

three sunsets a day.

Rhyliotte, voted six times the

cleanest world in the core.

[COUGHING]

Too rich with Nitrogen.

You'll get used to it.

Are you sure you

disconnected everything?

Yep.

You're a real man again.

[SIGHING]

[SCREAMING]

[SIGHING]

Good.

Good.

Right.

Now, here's the plan.

You two, you're going

to be finding pans

to repair the ship.

I'm going to be

looking for weapons.

Now, stay sharp.

We're in unknown territory.

Trust no one and nothing.

There may be diseased humans.

There may be robots.

Yeah, we know all that.

Yeah.

If you want to survive, then

you fall into line, Sunshine.

Oh, the Butcher of

Meganstaht is back.

What did you just call me?

Well, it's what the

media calls you...

[SLAPS]

Damn.

Damn, that was good.

Welcome back.

Look, on the horizon.

It's Pharisee station,

DeMayo Space Port.

Station it is.

Intel, weapons, spare pans.

Let me go in under stealth

and take what we need.

Come.

The whole galaxy's

gone to the dogs.

An AI's has been running things.

It's been restricting

space travel

and managing the

disease centers.

Some say he even

created the disease

to help whittle the population

down to a manageable size.

Others are saying that

the Overlord is his last...

So it's possible that we may

encounter some resistance then.

Good.

Let's just get in and get

out fast, OK, you guys?

Does she know?

Yeah.

You can't say anything.

Ralston's finally got her

to where she's balanced.

Yeah, well, Ralston's an ass.

Yeah, he's not the only one.

Huh?

Nothing.

Looks like everyone's indoors.

It smells like something

bad happened here.

The plague.

A war bot.

A what?

We gotta run.

War bot's go after

any who are infected.

But we're not infected.

They don't know that.

He's on remote control.

We'll circle around and

wait for him to pass.

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