Robot Overlords Page #3

Look at me, I'm surrendering.

Stand down.

Authorization code 97ZCRS.

You lying shitbag.

My dad's alive.

I meant no malice, lad.

No harm.

But if you were one

happy family,

I wouldn't have a reason

to see Kate again, would I?

Sweeties...

Now, how did you turn off

your implants?

Look, we're not talking,

alright?

Collaborator.

Coll-ab-or-at-or.

Five syllables.

That's a big word, boy,

coming from you.

Since I very much doubt

you heard it

from Kate, it set me wondering.

- He didn't do anything!

- I beg to differ.

We've been monitoring

the torchlight messages

from his loft window

for some time now.

- Leave him alone!

- Let him go!

Sending subversive

communications

on an unauthorized channel.

A deep scan is what you get

when you break the rules.

- You let him go, Smythe.

- Save your breath, son.

This bastard collaborator's

been looking for an excuse

to do me in.

If you hurt him...

Smythe, if you hurt him,

I swear to God, I will kill you.

I'll kill you!

Nate.

Right, begin the deep scan.

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Hey, Smythe, go to hell,

you filthy, filthy traitor.

Do not be concerned.

His pain will be brief.

Please, no!

But his data will last

for eternity.

Guys?

Martin!

- What was the point of that?

- Why?

- He didn't do anything wrong.

- You killed him.

You actually killed him!

He isn't dead.

Not yet.

The subject experiences

every thought they've ever had

in a very short space of time.

The process leaves the donor

incapable of feeding himself.

He will die of natural causes...

eventually.

For what it's worth...

I'll make sure

your mother's cared for.

All I want is for her

to be happy.

You leave her alone!

Alone?

No.

Poor Kate's going to need

a shoulder to cry on.

He's connected to the network.

Excellent.

We will search his memories

for new ideas.

We will know everything

there is to know.

God!

Sean...

In this very hall, right,

I had pupils,

well, monkeys like his lot,

calling me the C word.

If I were to take them outside,

teach them some manners,

suddenly, whoo, I'm the villain.

Make it stop!

Play by the rules,

it's not a bad life.

Kick up a fuss,

this is where it gets you.

Did your wife and son

play by the rules, Mr. Smythe?

Is that why you betrayed them?

'Cause you're more loyal

to robots

than to your own family?

You know nothing about...

Everyone in the zone knows.

Martin told us all.

You killed your son

'cause he was a crook.

And you killed your wife...

Silence! Be quiet!

'Cause she was shagging

half the blokes in town.

We've all been laughing at you

behind your back.

You dirty little...

- Come on, quick.

- Come on, hurry!

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