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.

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