Fortress Page #3

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Step back, please.

- Shall I intestinate?

- No.

Retract the bridge.

I have a death warrant in his name.

Execute it, 95763.

That is an order!

Your sentimentality is touching,

but quite foolish, Brennick.

Prisoners, a demonstration.

Let 'em go! Now!

You f***ing a**hole!

Hold your fire, ZED.

Intestinate, Brennick.

Random intestination.

Come on, Karen!

Take John Brennick to isolation

to await punishment.

Disobedience will not be tolerated.

- I owe you an apology.

- Not necessary.

Nino...

Come on, man. Let's go.

Sh*t, man!

Black beauties!

- This is Brennick's bed now.

- Since when?

Since your friend

got blasted by the splatter gun.

D*ckhead!

- You look awful.

- That bad?

Worse.

I was clumsy.

I ran into a brick wall.

Only the wall was moving.

- Poe wants you to cooperate.

- So he told me.

He says I should tell you

it's gonna be very bad if you don't.

No kidding.

He says if I care about you at all

I would beg you to listen.

- What do you say?

- I want my husband.

You got him.

John, no matter what you do...

I'll never not love you.

You're real lousy at goodbyes,

you know that?

I always have been.

Commence procedure.

John, help me!

He's been in there for three days.

No one has ever lasted four.

There's a first time for everything.

- You could stop his pain.

- But there's a price.

I want you to live here.

To share my quarters

for the remainder of your stay.

- Why me?

- Why does music give me pleasure?

I skipped music appreciation.

I'm... looking for a companion.

I'm not very friendly

to anyone who tortures my husband.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Yes...

- What?

- Yes! Bastard! Just let him go.

Release John Brennick.

Return him to his cell.

Mother of God!

What have they done to him?

He's a ghost.

- He's gone.

- Bullshit! He's breathing.

The mind is dead.

The body just don't know it yet.

- Welcome home, baby.

- Shall I intestinate?

Just a moment longer, ZED.

This is a fascinating dream.

Quite instructive...

regarding

the prisoner's psychology.

The Brennick woman is causing you

to act in an unprofessional manner.

None of your business.

- Her presence is a violation.

- I make my own decisions, ZED!

Shall I intestinate?

Unauthorized thought process.

It's a very advanced model.

Yes, you were a computer technician

in the army.

I never got near anything

as powerful as ZED.

Of course not. No one has.

Don't touch her!

ZED, seal control.

If you ever lay a finger

on her keyboard, -

- or utter a single voice command, -

- you and your child will feel

a pain unknown in human history.

Don't touch him, a**hole!

What the f*** does he care?

He did it to himself.

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