Virtuosity Page #5

at Sixth and Figueroa.

the photo from LETAC.

Could you go and get|your mother for me?

- There she is. Keep an eye on her.|- He's got a gun!

- What were you doing?|- Talking baseball.

- Gotta go, gotta go!|- Bye, Mum.

- What did I miss?|- Sid's got hostages.

And...scream.

What have you got for me?

Diaphragm! More! Stop.

Well done.

Every orchestra is divided into sections.

sit with like instruments.

What kind of instrument are you?

- We have to find a way around.|- No time.

On four. Two, three, four.

Shut up!

Parker, what...?

Sh*t.

Love the suit.

- Police!|- Freeze!

One, two, three and...

Shut up!

One can sense a...final movement.

Let's begin.

Scream. Come on, scream!

Scream louder!

Louder!

I'm losing too much of myself!

I know you.

Parker Barnes!

Inmate Barnes|interrupting my conversation.

It's him!

That's okay. I've got another little tune|for my friends in crime-buster land.

The symphony of collision!

So, who's that with you, Parker?|Dr Madison Carter, I presume?

A LETAC consultant|on aberrant psychology?

F*** you!

I love this game!

I've been thinking, Parker. We have|so much in common psychologically.

Wouldn't you agree, Dr Carter?

We have such a history together.|We'd make a great team.

A dynamic duo.

Who else touched the world|with synthetic hands?

out of the real world and is now free?

Who else do you know|that's a multiple murderer...

...just like you?

Here we go!

Reach and hand me that crowd pleaser.

Jesus.

The only way to stop him|is to bust up his software module.

Hey, Parker!

- Ready?|- Yeah.

Come on down!

Now!

Out of here!

God, this guy is fun!

Could we at least advise Mr Barnes?

We'd prefer to have Sid 6.7 subdued|as opposed to terminated.

We'll destroy the prototype of|future humanoid nano-technology.

- Have they found the programmer yet?|- Lindenmeyer? Not yet.

You'd think the cops|could at least find him.

Lindenmeyer was your programmer,|Mr Wallace.

- I shot the guy 30-40 times.|- I don't care. Those are real people!

Control yourself|or you're back in the box.

I'm sorry. Shoot me.|I mean, granted...

This is not a game,|but Sid is still from the game.

I can't catch him|if I'm in the penitentiary.

Grimes is a part of Sid 6.7.|There's no doubt in my mind about that.

Last night Sid tried taunting me,|just like Grimes used to do. Look.

- We don't know if he's the dominant.|- I know.

That's how I know, because I know.

Maybe that's what|Sid wants you to think.

Push you over the edge,|make you slip up.

Sid didn't push me over the edge,|and I didn't slip up.

Take a look at this.

Sid from the Media Zone,|taken from their own recording.

He can't get enough of himself.|He's gonna want more of this.

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