Rogue Warrior: Robot Fighter Page #4

[PANTING]

Inside.

Go.

There's nothing in here.

Back.

Are you the rescue team?

Plasma blaster EE activated.

I'm not diseased.

The hell you're not.

The plague wiped out everyone.

Then how are you still alive?

I'm a pleasure bot.

[LAUGHING] Nice.

Candy from a baby.

Oh, yeah.

I bet you do that too.

Look, what's the deal here?

You're a pleasure bot too.

No.

Shut up, Blister.

We come from off world.

That's why we're still clean.

I clean up real

well if you wanted

to take your pleasure from me.

I'd like that.

Or do you like a dirty girl?

Oh, I like choices.

Look, information.

Where are the weapons depots?

Once the planet was

infected, the war bots

moved in and stockpiled

everything at the spaceport.

We got a ship.

We can get you out of here.

We need to get to Abyss.

Oh, my positronic

relays are rickety here.

On Abyss, they'd be mush.

She's one of them.

Never trust an Al.

No.

Stop.

Step aside, Sienna.

We are in a war zone,

and this is the enemy.

Right.

Pleasure bots have

their positronic brains

in their butts, dumb ass.

She survived running

from the enemy this long.

She stays with us.

You are so lucky.

Oh, god.

[GUNFIRE]

Definitely a kill shot.

War bot.

Let's move.

OK.

You guys stay here.

I'm going to draw his fire.

What are you doing?

No.

Go.

You're going to keep

running, and don't look back.

[ROBOTIC NOISE]

[GUNFIRE]

The kill shot.

[LAUGHING]

And that is why you have me.

[EXPLOSION]

Come.

Come on.

Come on.

[CRYING]

Sienna, come on.

[WHIRRING]

Hoagland to aero patrols.

Hoagland, you got to

get out of that shuttle.

Got it.

Hoagland.

All right.

I'm on it.

I'm on it.

Magnetic ore in the ground

interferes with everything.

Even my GPS has issues.

I'm so sorry, Sienna.

I really am.

I really thought

everything would be OK.

I really did.

It's all on me now.

[WHOOSHING]

Stupid, stupid robots,

for f***'s sake.

Hey, time out.

Oh, honey.

Blister, move your cracking ass.

I need my suppression meds.

It's been a whole day.

Exercise and a cold shower.

God knows you need one.

I'll stay with him.

I think you smell amazing.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I think you smell amazing.

No, you smell amazing.

That's true.

We both smell amazing.

Yeah.

I was monitoring their

binary communications.

They're on alert for us.

Got out there as

fast as I could.

OK.

I understand what

you're dealing with.

I have rights, and people

violate those rights

all the time.

I'm a rodent to most

humans, and you humans,

you're becoming

rodents to the scourge.

But we made them.

We made them, Hoagland.

Yes, and the

scourge is evolving.

One day, they will

be so far above us,

that even the notion of

going to war against them

will be fruitless.

They deserve some level of

acknowledgement, maybe even

respect.

Because as an Al,

I know I did not

deserve the way I was treated.

You're a freaking appliance.

Next thing you know,

we'll be giving rights

to the food blender.

Yeah.

And if I ever even suspect that

you are playing on their team,

I will fry you in an instant.

You've made my point perfectly.

Now try and put that intellect

to use and find us a way

off this biodump.

You're gonna have to trust me.

Open up.

Settle.

Settle.

Or we're gonna have to

suppress everything.

DeMayo Spaceport.

It's got what you need, as

long as I come with you.

Push abouts take requests.

They don't make requests.

Yes, ma'am.

Of course.

Sorry.

How many pigs are patrolling?

About 50 or more.

I killed six already with this.

You're probably a

shot than Blister.

I'll protect him.

I'll protect you,

my little cupcake.

Oh, sick.

What's that dish?

It's the satellite repeater.

I know.

It's the control unit

for all the war bots.

But if you get close, they

will descend on you like flies.

Here's an idea.

Sunrise comes in one hour.

There's a window of

five or so minutes

when the radiation and

the light frequency

scramble the imaging

sensors of the war bots.

They won't be able to get a

clear shot during that time.

How do you know this?

Since the sunsets are playing

havoc with my guidance system.

So how do you propose

we get in there?

No we.

Just one of us.

Really?

So I'm the sacrificial lamb?

[LAUGHING]

Why can't someone else

take some responsibility?

Why is it always Me.

Well, my grandfather

always said, great leaders

are not born, they are forged.

Well, go write a

f***ing greeting card.

You got any real suggestions?

This was the wealthiest

part of town.

There should be something

around here we can use.

Wealthy colonists, they

like to have plenty of toys

to play with.

[THUNDER]

I'm definitely picking

up uranium traces here.

It could be an old power

supply or something else.

Plasma blaster E activated.

Sentry mode.

I'm gonna get a look over here.

[THUNDER]

Sienna, uh, look up.

Robot smasher mode.

Manual targeting engaged.

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNFIRE]

Oh, god.

[GUNFIRE]

OK.

His targeting... his

targeting's a little off.

Take better aim.

Eyeball it.

Power pack, left ventricle.

Don't rely on the autotarget.

Do not rely on the autotarget.

Everything's

starting to scramble.

High power mode.

Warning.

Limited use.

[GUNFIRE]

Oh, god.

Low power Gun reverting

to standby mode.

Sienna, what did

you put in that gun.

[EXPLOSION]

Recharging solar batteries.

Thanks.

Uh, yeah, don't mention it.

Oh, god, I need a holiday.

And while you're gone,

I might find yourself

a nice new lead-lined box

so I can think straight.

These Hawking radiations

are a right b*tch.

Here it is, if you can ride it.

Come on, Hoagland, you

know I can ride anything.

That's a mini nuke.

As long as you get in

fast and launch it,

you won't have to worry

about getting out.

You told me to make a plan.

A plan that doesn't

involve me dying.

I think these are better odds

than taking on a whole war bot

army.

Definitely bending

your protocols here.

Statistically,

it's the best bet.

[FIRING UP]

[WHOOSHING]

[GUNFIRE]

[WHOOSHING]

[Boom]

[WHOOSHING]

[WHOOSHING]

Plasma blaster EE activated.

[GUNFIRE]

Power levels low.

Recharge.

Sienna, all their

sensors are scrambled.

Shoot now, and they

won't be able to engage

their counter-measures.

[SHOOTING]

[THUNDEROUS SOUNDS]

[WHOOSHING]

My good.

Sienna?

Sienna, you did it.

Sienna.

Sienna, we are

attempting a neural link.

Recommend radiation filters.

Target must not be terminated.

Disregard all other protocols.

Target has priority.

We need the suspect and

technology intact.

Understood.

Well, hey there, my brave

little pocket rocket.

God, I need a drink.

You and me both.

Looks like you won, though.

Of course I did.

Where's the wonder twins?

They're at the space pod.

You look distressed.

Do you want to talk about it?

F*** off, robot head.

F***ing off.

Can you fly a spaceship?

Think I would still

be here if I could?

I'm not the best

pilot, but I can try.

Why?

Are you flying without me?

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