Virus Page #3

Squeak, que pasa, buddy ?

Where the hell are you, man ?

Sh*t.

Richie, Woods, come back.

Steve, this ship's got a missile rome.

I don't give a damn about any missiles !

I left Squeaky in the engine room|and he's not answering,|so get the hell down there.

- Yeah, yeah. We hear you.|- We've got a crew member up here|who just unloaded an Uzi on us,

- so you better watch your ass.|- Yeah, copy that.

- I'm goin' to the engine room.|- We'll see you on the bridge.

Steve ? Watch your back.

Hey, Woods, you comprehend|this Cyrillic crap ?

It's like chicken scratches to me.

Oh ! Richie, Richie, help me !

Here, Woods.

Oh !

That thing smells|Iike dog sh*t, Richie.

Ugh ! What is it ?

It's robotic, Woodsy.|High-tech robotics.

Where'd you learn how to sew ?

- My grandfather.|- Yeah ?

It's all right. It's okay.|We're not going to hurt you.

Power. Turn off the power.|Shut down the ship.

- You're all in danger.|- What's she going on about ?

I don't know.|I don't know.

Captain, please.

What's your name ?

What's happened on this ship ?|Where're the rest of your crew ?

- Dead.|- Dead ?

Good.

You must turn off the power.|It needs power to move through the ship.

What... needs... power ?

- It. From the MIR.|- The MIR space station ?

- Yes.|- She's a fruitcake.

- Come on, Captain.|- She's a nutter, which is perfect.

Hiko, come on !

- Drop it.

Drop it !

- It's okay.|- You don't understand.

Look. I'm not gonna hurt you.

My name's Kelly Foster.|I'm a navigator.

I'm Nadia.

Nadia Vinogradova,|Chief Science Officer.

Nadia, what happened ?|Where's your crew ?

I told you.|Dead or deserted.

Three hundred crew members are gone ?

What happened ?

Eight days ago, during a transmission|from the MIR space station,

something came onto the ship.

We thought our transmitters|and receivers were malfunctioning,|so we shut them down.

lt took control|of computers, scanned all information.

Language, encyclopedias,|medical data. It was learning.

Learning what ?

How to kill us.

My captain, Alexi, and me|were the last to survive.

We cut their cables,|smashed them--

Wait a minute.|You just said "them."

Before you said "it."|Who's "them" ?

Mm. Machine.|Uh, machines.

Machines. Ah.

- I'm telling you the truth.|- I-I know. I--

- Foster ?|- Yeah, I'm in here.

It's okay. Nobody's going to hurt you.|It's okay. It's okay.

She's nuts.

But something scared|the hell out of her.

I say we get her|up to the bridge. Hiko.

- Mm-hmm.|- Give me the flashlight.

You're gonna be okay. It's okay.|We're gonna get you something to eat.

Come on. Come on.|Watch your head. It's okay.

- Are you okay ?|- Yes.

- Go !|- No !

- You got her ? Okay, go.|- I'm not a threat !

I'm not a threat !

I used to go turkey huntin',|you know, with my dad.

- It beats the sh*t outta this, man.|- Shh.

- You hear that ?

lt sounds like|somebody's working down there.

What-- uh--

Hey ! Anybody in here ?

Shh ! Quiet, man. Be quiet.

Stay down.|There might be somebody.

- Hey, Woodsy, there's|another one of those things, man.

- Let's go, man !

- Shh.|- I'm outta here.

Richie, Woods,|where the hell are you two ?

Hey, Steve, listen. There's|a machine shop down here with, uh,

- state-of-the-art robotics.|- I already told you twice|to get your asses to the engine room !

- You hear me ?|- Yeah, yeah.

We're comin'.

Come on, Woodsy.

I'm not--|I'm not comin'.

Hey, little buddy.

- Richie, let's go.|- Hey, hey, Woodsy.|Did the other one bother you ?

Huh ? No, it didn't.

Richie.

Richie ?

- Hey !

Goddamn, Richie !

I'm sick of this !

- Oh, God.|- Steve, this is Richie.|There's another Russian down here.

The son of a b*tch shot at us !|And Woods is hurt.

- So watch your ass. You copy ?|- Copy that. How is he ?

- Just tell him it's bad. Ow !

- Bad !|- He'll live,|but he ain't in a good mood, man.

Just get him to the damn engine room.|And no more sightseeing, all right ?

Yeah. Copy, copy, copy.|All right.

- Get up. Get up.

Squeaky ? Squeak ?

Holy sh*t. What the hell ?

Oh, my God.

Jesus Christ ! Squeak ?

Squeak ? Open up !

- Don't shoot ! It's us !|- Where the hell have you two been ?

Back from your holiday ?

- Jesus Christ. Woods, you're a mess.|- Thank you.

-You said a Russian did this ?|-No, a machine did that with a nail gun.

Yeah, that's right. You're not|gonna believe it till you see it.

There's some really weird sh*t|goin' down on this ship, man.

- Weird ain't the word.|- I'm in need of some|proper medical attention.

- Shut the f*** up !|- I don't belong on this ship.

- Somebody just welded|the engine room door shut.|- It's welded ?

- Squeaky's still missing.|- Weird.

R-Richie ?

Richie, it's that smell again.

- Squeak ?|- Hey, Squeaky !

- Squeak, man.|- Is that you ?

Sh*t !

- Go !|- That bastard shot at us !

You're all going to die.

You hear that, Foster ?

We're all going to die,|because there are aliens on this ship.

That's all the grounds I need.

One of my men is missing.|And I want some answers !

And no more|of this Twilight Zone stuff.

I don't know anything|about your man.

Rubbish.|I'm gonna give you five seconds,

and then I'm gonna|blow your brains out.

- One--|- She couldn't possibly know|where Squeaky is.

- She was hiding in sick bay.|- She knows. She dropped|an anchor on my tug.

She fired at us. Two.

Captain !|Hiko, come on !

- That anchor nearly killed me.|I'm not feeling too sympathetic.|- Me neither.

- Three.|- Shoot me. I don't care.|Just shut down the power to the ship.

Captain, she's not gonna|tell you what you wanna hear.

Hey, Captain. I'd like to hear|what she has to say about this.

Up here on the chart table, Richie.

Fake bastard !

What the bloody hell is that ?

It beats the hell out of us.

It's Alexi, my captain.

Hell, whatever it is,|it tried to kill us.

Squeaky's still AWOL, and somebody|welded the engine room door shut.

We're not alone here.

She's got another friend down there.

Can someone explain|what the hell is goin' on ?

Finish your story, Nadia.

The energy that came|from the MIR...

infested all of the ship's|electrical systems.

Mainframe computer,|the labs, the machine shops.

It activated fire extinguishers.

Sixty-seven died|from halon gas poisoning.

Quarter of the crew.

It cut us off from machine shops|and started building.

The little ones first--|the gatherers.

Yeah. We saw a whole room full of them.|That's what nailed Woods.

Then came something...|more dangerous.

Half man, half machine.

A biomechanism. Engineering|beyond our comprehensions.

The rest of the crew deserted,|taking their chances in the sea.

Only Alexi and me stayed,|cutting cables.

What does cutting cables|have to do with it ?

The machines are controlled by|the electrical energy in the computer.

If we can cut their source|of power, they'll die.

We cut these to get him here.|What the hell are you talking about ?

What is this thing that's|inside the computer, huh ?

It's a life-form|unlike anything we know.

Not cellular but electrical in nature.|Extremely intelligent.

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