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.

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