Cyborg 2

In the year 2074,

planet earth is caught|in the grip

of high-powered|corporate warfare.

Kobayashi Electronics (Japan)

Y Pinwheel Robotics (USA)

Struggle to control|the software programming

and manufacturing of cyborgs.

Cyborgs have replaced humans

in every respect|from the soldier in the field

to the prostitute|in the brothel.

Billions of dollars are at stake

and, as usual,

the love of money proves to be

the root of all evil.

They're beautiful.

Caught a loop there.

Go lateral and fix.

We're level.

Right on time with one zero niner,

and she's a go.

All right, heat her up.

I'm burning!

T.A.D. At eleven seconds|and counting.

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

Seven...

Six...

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One...

Kick off.

Holy sh*t!

What a waste.

Fire alert. Observation one.

Send in the boys.

And have them send up a shitload|of window cleaner.

Cyborg stew.

Glycerine 3|acidosulphide-dioxogine.

"Glass Shadow" for short.

Injected into the cyborg's|circulatory system

and directly linked|to a micro-beam detonater.

Virtually undetectable

in human form.

Aggressively affective.

The cutting edge|of counter-espionage

technology in a humanoid

robotics application.

And while our major competitor|Kobayashi

has tried similar designs,|only Pinwheel

has been able to overcome|the chemical rejection

of a bio-explosive

implant.

Dreena, the cyborg test unit|you just saw,

was injected with a mere|20 milligrams of Glass Shadow.

The Osaka operative will be|carrying over 100,000.

Has she been selected?

Her name is Casella Reese.

The trainers call her Cash.

Peak condition. Top of the line.|Our very best.

What has she got?

A hyper-sophisticated|psycho-emotional program designed

specifically for her.

Human in almost every respect.

Love, hate,

anxiety, anger, sexuality,

and most importantly,|fear.

Are you telling me every time she|screws somebody she'll explode?

I wish my ex-wife|had that problem.

The sexual demonstration|was chosen as the most

entertaining way

of showing the board

the infinite possibilities

of the Glass Shadow.

With Kobayashi Corporation|folding,

Pinwheel will monopolize|the bio-tech world.

Two years from now they'll say:|"If God didn't make you,

Pinwheel did".

We'll own this planet.

Casella Reese, you've got|a great future

behind you.

Dropping your left, Cash?

You think so, Colt?

Class dismissed.

Where's Dreena?

Who?

Dreena, my roommate. They took|her away. What happened to her?

How should I know?

Can't take my eye off you.

-Whas going on?|-Nothing that concerns you.

Whas she done?

Nothing that concerns you.

Come here.

Look, Ricks.|Don't start any sh*t with me.

You're already on thin ice.

A**hole.

Mind your own business|or you'll never get out of here.

You're going to be semi-operative|for a couple of hours.

Nothing to worry about.|Just try and relax.

Interrupt Pinwheel feed.

Enough synthetic homework|for now.

Time to get real.

There's a few things|you should know

if you decide to go.

Other cyborgs have tried it

and failed.

Only one

made it all the way,

but she had a protector.

A human.

A warrior.

A hero.

If you really

want to make it,

find yourself a hero.

-Do you know any heroes?|-No.

-Would you like a suggestion?|-Yes.

-Did they hurt you?|-Probably.

You know the rules,|no fraternizing with cyborgs.

Whas happening?

Yeah.

You.

Just you and me,

"Colt 45".|Mano a mano.

This a joke?

Guess not.

Holy Christ.

"Dominus vobiscum et

cum spiritu tuo."

Who are you?

I am the word of God almighty!

-Satisfied?|-No.

Yeah, no pleasing some.

So what did she give you?|A "billet-amour"?

No, a matchbox.

Oh, the flame of love.

Nobody told me about you.

I keep a low profile.

-So who the hell are you?|-Your saving grace,

Colton Ricks.

Take her to observation six.

Have to split before|they trace me.

Until then...

I'll be seeing you

in all the familiar places.

Oh, Jesus!

-Reference angle.|-Subject?

-Company regulations.|-Category?

Penalty for...

-fraternizing with a cyborg.|-Specify.

Sexual contact.

Immediate incarceration.

Plus fine,|plus re-programming charges,

plus legal action|in case of product damage.

Minimum sentence:|Solitary confinement until death.

Shall I go on?

I'll get back to you on that.

Purge conversation.

Pleasant sleep?

-The usual. No dreams.|-Sorry to hear that.

But I do believe you have|an assignation.

-A what?|-A rendez-vous.

Lab nine, five sharp.

Sh*t!

What the hell are you,|anyway, man?

A bad idea on the loose.

Look at this.

They're so beautiful.

I wonder if they're real.

There's more.

Look at this.

Is a cyborg.

Monkey see,

monkey do.

Now you get around, okay?

Whas your system?

Is a secret, but les just say|that I can communicate

with just about anyone,|anywhere within Pinwheel

and I have a few of my own|operatives "topside", too.

In other words,

I can throw a monkey|in anybody's wrench.

Right, Cash?

-You've seen him before?|-He talks to me at night.

What was that?

The plot thickens.

Go ahead.

I'll keep an eye on you.

Dreena?

Guess what?

What?

They put the chill on me, Cash.

Why?

They didn't discuss it with me.

Are they going to fix you?

They already did.

Better kiss it good bye, Cash.|You're next.

Next for what?

-Glass Shadow.|-Glass Shadow?

Liquid explosive.|Highly effective.

Is circulating in your body|at this moment, Cash.

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