Nemesis

When the uplink came through

with the work orders,

he had a strange feeling everything

was about to change for him.

Maybe it just had

something to do

With the way the world is today...

Bio-enhanced gangsters,

information terrorists,

cyborg outlaws.

Everything so congested

with high-tech overload,

that he was starting to feel

a little numb.

You see, there's an old saying

in his business,

"it pays to be more than human."

I don't think he was

so sure anymore.

Move and I'll crush your throat.

I had to be sure you weren't armed.

Can't be too careful nowadays.

There's undercover police everywhere.

Relax, baby.

Goddamn cop!

Goddamn terrorist.

The things people do

to get ahead.

His work order turned out to be

a nicely shaped chip smuggler,

who had some expensive

bio-engineering done

to her insides.

She was able to charge double,

because of the extra rams

she could carry.

"Morico" was the alias

she had been using,

and she had hoped to

download her data

on a gang of terrorists, known

as "The Red Army Hammerheads."

The Hammerheads...

They're a cute bunch,

fighting a lost cause.

Someday i expect to see

their scan I.D. S

Come over the uplink.

But right now, Morico

had been his work order.

Then it was filled.

See? Laundering data

can be dangerous.

You break the law...

Go to hell.

That guy we passed in

the hall, he's a cop.

Sh*t!

No problem.

Our courier's been iced

by an L.A.P.D. agent.

He beat us to the data chip.

We're in pursuit.

Are you sure he's L.A.P.D.?

He's a cop, all right.

Get him!

Aarghh!

Go on.

Go, go, go!

Aaah!

Argh!

Ugh!

That knee was brand new.

F***, he's quick.

Aw, sensitive man.

Give it a rest.

You son of a b*tch!

You toss your weapon aside,

and you step away,

and I'll say you were cooperative.

I don't think this is funny.

Cops are animals.

You don't know who that

woman was back in the room.

You don't know who I am.

- You're a terrorist.

- You're confused.

We're trying to save humankind,

And you...

You protect the machines.

No wonder you protect them.

You're mostly machine. You're not

really human anymore, are you?

86.5% is still a human.

None of you is human.

Never was.

You have no idea

what's going on here...

What this is really all about.

When i'm through with you,

there's no way

they'll be able to put

you back together.

I'm here to tell you

you're finished.

You lose.

Adios.

God, ohh-hh!

This is the Los Angeles

police department.

You are surrounded.

I order the occupants

of building 4-0-8-7

to exit that building

and surrender to police authorities.

Drop your weapons

and exit with your hands up...

Now.

We'll start by replacing his eyes.

Respiration scans read critical.

Human organs are at 9.8.

Fluid levels, 18.2.

You're not really human.

Mostly machine...

You're not really human.

You're mostly machine...

You're not really human.

You're not really human anymore,

are you?

Or are you?

It took them six months

to put him back together.

Synthetic flesh,

bio-engineered organs.

It always scared him that they

might take out his soul,

and replace it with

some matrix chip.

After the techs were

done with his body,

they shipped him to Baja.

He ended up in this

godforsaken refuge

on the edge of existence.

The kind of place where

people on the run

go to be forgotten.

He was there to recuperate.

Cerveza, por favor.

Mind if I sit down?

I am Rosaria.

I'm not looking for company, lady.

I can see that, senor.

I've seen you around.

Not too many gringos

come down here

without some kind of...

sad story.

No one's here without

some kind of story.

Relax.

I won't give awa Y your hideout.

What do you want?

I want to get even.

Even?

With who, senor?

You, terrorist.

- Oh, sh*t!

- Remember L.A.?

Hey!

He wanted to tell this terrorist

that he had given

a lot of thought

to what she said back in L.A.

About whether he was

more machine than human.

He wanted to tell her

she started him thinking.

I know he really wanted

to tell her all this.

But she was dead.

So instead he sat there

listening to the sound

of approaching engines.

The kind of turbo engines

we use in our vehicles

at L.A.P.D.

Not bad, but a little sloppy,

Alex.

Looks like you're ready

to go back to work.

The cyber transplants

have really taken to you.

Can't tell what's real

and what's synthetic.

- You'll be all machine soon.

- Shut up, Pam.

Pack up, Alex.

Rehab's over.

Farnsworth wants you back online.

I quit, and you tell

Farnsworth that.

And if he doesn't like it,

I know he will find me

and let me know.

To stop the pain.

She's right,

nothing is mine anymore.

Nothing's been mine

since I met you, Jared.

I didn't force you to enlist.

You and Farnsworth did not

give me much choice, did you?

We got you out of prison.

That was the deal.

What's wrong, Alex?

You want me to tell Farnsworth

he misjudged you?

That I misjudged you?

You can't handle the job,

you've lost the edge.

You've become too emotional.

I can't feel anything anymore.

You turned me into

a f***ing machine.

I don't know what's

right or wrong.

Since when did you care?

Maybe you should take the time

to find out what you

care about, Alex.

I cared about you, once.

- I'm synthetic.

- That's right.

And i thought you were real.

Well, I never said I wasn't.

Look,

there's a lot of us

working to make

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