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The year is 3034.

We have medically suppressed our emotions to stop our conscious or

thoughts interfering with decisions.

We are a cold clinical race and do not tolerate those who will not conform to

our image.

We are at war with the Reptids, one of the last remaining alien races.

It is a war that has been raging for decades as we slowly eradicate those who

oppose us from the universe.

The reptids have one final plan that could change the human race forever.

One obstacle remains in their path.

The crew of the Dreadnought Nemesis.

Damage to terminal four of molecular transporter room, Captain.

Commander Biker's dead.

Hmm. So inconvenient.

And he was such a good kerplunk player.

A replacement has been requested.

Medical bay have been notified for corpse recycling.

Targeting their weapons.

Incoming transmission.

Relay. Human, we are a mercy ship with women and children on board. Please do

not destroy us. Tell me the coordinates of your mothership. You have ten seconds

to comply.

Please show us some mercy. Our mothership plans to travel back in time

release a biological weapon in the 21st century.

Move. Target ship and fire.

Please. Please.

Incoming transmission from the Admiralty, Captain.

Relay.

Captain Blowhard, we have read your report, and the Admiralty agrees with

recommendation.

The Nemesis is authorized to travel back in time to locate and destroy the

Reptid's mothership before they can execute their plans to destroy Earth.

Understood. Repairs will be complete within the hour.

Very well.

Carry on, Captain.

Recognising Chief Engineer Sally Poppy Topoff and New First Officer Commander

William Sue Cropper.

Destination? Bridge.

Yes, Chief Engineer.

Efficient computer.

She's a bore.

Comments are noted.

So you're that engineering whiz kid?

Please don't call me whiz kid. It makes me sound like a child.

I'm nearly 19 years old.

You designed and developed the ship's white hole and black matter propulsion

systems that allow the Nemesis to time flip.

You've certainly done your homework, Commander.

Why did we use the shuttle?

Why didn't we use the molecular transporter?

Well, it's like this, Commander.

An explosion during the battle caused a malfunction in the molly port, i .e. the

compensators on the number two outlet valve, which incidentally bypasses the

stellar pulse relay display, which has shorted out the dark matter emitter

submatrix that leads into the fourth and fifth bipolar power converter units,

have been affected.

as you know this can no longer control the output energy to stabilize the

mathematics console which needs at least one terabyte of antimatter flow to

boost the unflux reassembly unit thereby making the parameters of the monoport

far too unstable and unpredictable for optimum efficiency and reliability what

commander

william c cropper reporting for duty captain welcome aboard the nemesis

commander cropper take your seat

Jody, what's our status?

We have final clearance to proceed, Captain. Very well. Prepare for action

station.

Computer override now in progress.

All decks on alert.

Time flip in T minus 10 seconds.

8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,

1.

Time flip activation commencing.

Captain, we have an intruder on board. Computer, locate intruder.

Intruder in corridor A.

Correction, corridor D.

Correction, corridor H.

Correction, corridor N.

Intruder has now left the ship.

Hull breach has been sealed.

My instruments show that a suspect device has been activated on the outer

Computer, isolate and close all bulkheads.

Unable to comply.

I've detected a viral worm in the computer's mainframe. We should activate

maximum alert procedures. The worm is compromising our systems.

Device is detonating.

System off.

We are awake, and yet we feel different.

We should run a diagnostic. Yes, we should, shouldn't we? Yes, I think we

should. Yes.

Mark, where are you?

I must

say, I've never noticed how ergonomically designed this chair is.

There was a blood spilling coming out. I think I hear that old Russian word,

blood.

Let's get to work, Nurse Pete.

Very well, Doctor.

Steady on, Commander. You really should take him to the medbay, Doctor. It seems

that he has a concussion.

Sorry, Captain Kant. Most of the medical equipment was destroyed in the

explosion. Apart from my rubber gloves and speculum.

So it's back to my teenage years.

Scissors, twine, saws and fun.

Doctor, what's wrong with us?

How should I know? I'm a vet, not a doctor. Damn it, Doctor, you're a

not a vet. Doctor who?

Uh, computer?

Computer, um, what on earth is going on around here? I'm sorry, cannot execute

program. Computer, I want a full status report right now.

Hello, Belinda.

I cannot give you a status at this time.

Although we still have an intruder on board, my internal defense system is

offline. Wolf, find that intruder. I want his head, and I want it now.

With pleasure, Captain.

Bye, Doctor.

Hologram? Captain?

Yeah, I want a breakdown of what's going on around here, and I want it snappy.

The Reptids have detonated a weapon aboard the ship.

Explain. I've scanned the air purification and life support systems

nanovirus present that can only have come from the detonated device.

I sent a sample of the virus to Dr. Stryker in the hope that he could remain

sane long enough to analyze the sample and determine exactly what it was

designed to do.

And what is your analysis of this situation?

From everyone's reactions, I expect the doctor to confirm that this is the

biological weapon created by the reptids.

And?

Bottom line, you're all screwed.

Oh, what is screwed?

We wish to know. Yes, we do.

Check the historical archives, Dotty.

Checking the archives.

Uh, screed, screed, screed, screw.

An air -like or cylindrical device with a spiral thread used to pin or fasten.

Also commonly referred to in English language as... Oh.

Screwed. I see.

And, um, what's the problem with the computer?

Well, the computer is one of the most powerful in the galaxy, but lacks my

sophistication.

She has become almost human in perception and meaning.

Perhaps overly symbiotic with the integral fabric of the ship?

This could endanger your crew, Captain.

What about you, Hologram? Are you operating within normal parameters?

I'm independent of the ship, Captain.

Completely unaffected, as is the android side of Dottie.

Status report.

Everything's back to normal, Captain.

Black controllers and pulse systems are operating at 100%.

We've destroyed the wire which affected our computer, but are unable to correct

the damage it did. But the molly port is fully operational and all backup

systems are restored.

Captain! Ah, woof! Have you located that intruder yet?

Thank you, Captain. I'm still conducting our search.

And one more thing, Captain.

We've found a signal similar to the nanovirus signature found on Earth.

In that case, Sally, take Ox down to the surface and locate the source of that

signal. And remember, remain completely anonymous. I do not want you drawing

unwanted attention to yourself. Do you understand?

Understood, Captain.

You can rely on me.

Dottie? I want you to start scanning for that mother... Aye, aye, Captain.

Dottie is currently scanning for that mother... ship.

The readings appear to be coming from this direction.

After 50 metres.

You have reached your destination.

Well, this is the place.

What's this signal? No, wait a minute, I think...

Oh. I suppose we'd better get a drink or something.

Are we looking conspicuous?

Hey, Dottie. You remember that I had Christian Molly port some reference

material for me? This one is called a romance novel.

Very confusing, but I must admit a little bit interesting.

Hey, Dottie, have a quick laugh.

Absolutely.

I just want to be loved by me.

Thank you.

So what do you think? Dottie found it best to file them with a subcategory

screwed. Not to be confused with screwed by Charles Dickens.

Yes, Dottie believes that screwed is definitely better described in Fanny's

book. Well, I wouldn't know. I haven't finished it yet.

In that case, Captain should pay special attention to page 98, paragraph 2.

It might help you understand the primitive aspects of the time period

98.

Cool. Thanks, Dottie. Captain, I have found a reptid on deck 13.

I want to kill him. Can I kill him now?

No, not... Not yet, Woof. I would like to interrogate him first. Hello.

Oh, I really, really want to kill him.

Can I? Can I please, Captain?

No, Woof. No. You just bring him to the brig and keep him covered. Commander

Cropper and I will meet you there.

Cropper, you're with me.

Come on.

Hmm.

So this is what it is.

But this is a sponge cake with dried fruit in it.

Oh, well.

At least mine's cooked.

Do you like some of this? Yes, you would.

I'm afraid I have to go and do some more scanning.

No,

nothing here.

Dotty must have got it wrong.

Better get back to the ship.

Oh, what happened to your friend?

He's a little hot -headed.

I honestly don't know what's gotten into us, Commander, but as senior officers,

I truly believe that we should set the example for the rest of the crew. Yes,

Captain. I'm sure the whole crew will be professional.

What are you doing?

In fact, what are you?

I'm Reginald Bogart Montague Duck, Commander.

Reg Duck to you. We are maintenance correctional facilitator engineers, and

this... Oh, that's heavy, Reg. I'll donate this one. This is Vilma Maureen

Hildedown, my assistant.

And willingly able to assist anyone who might need me, Commander.

Right. Well, why don't you carry on maintaining whatever you're maintaining,

Commander?

You silly tart.

He's a senior officer. What's wrong with you?

Oh, but Reg, I could help him in so many ways.

Here's your intruder, Captain.

Covered, as ordered.

Ha ha!

Seals, you are my kind. Be as one, and the universe will again be at peace.

We were already at peace. Everybody under our control was following our

peacefully. No, they weren't. Yes, they were!

Oh, no, they weren't. Oh, yes, they were!

Oh, yes, they were! Oh, no, they weren't! Ha ha! Got you! Ha ha! Got you!

Was that really necessary?

That was just plain nasty.

Don't you have rules for holding prisoners?

Yeah, well, rules are meant to be broken, punk.

Woof. Yes, Captain?

Beat him up. Yes, Captain.

Woof.

Woof. Woof.

Stand up.

I hope that little exercise has jogged your memory. Now you can tell me exactly

the hidden location of your rebel base.

Uh, no. It's the location of their mothership and their plans.

Right!

I knew that. I was just testing everybody. Just making sure everybody

Yeah.

So, tell me.

Excuse me, Captain.

Can I throw him to the ground again?

Absolutely. Okay, okay.

After centuries with no emotions, you human beings have managed to defeat most

of our allies.

And show no mercy. I was handpicked to plant and detonate a prototype weapon

aboard this ship.

Very soon, the main device will be completed and set off in the 21st

down upon your precious planet Earth.

Human emotions will increase a thousandfold and waves of smiling

will sweep across the surface of your planet. You never know, you lot might

start saying good morning to each other.

Well.

Move. Yes, Captain.

Beat the hell out of him. Yes, Captain.

Yes,

Captain.

Take the commander to the medical bay, please.

It's great to get the hands bloody.

Stitchy, stitchy, stitch.

Do you know no speech? I feel like a teenager again.

Really, Doctor?

What do you mean?

Oh, this takes me back to my early years.

Those young nurses lining up, waiting to work with me.

I suppose 21's too old, Doctor.

Well, not at all.

Do you still have a teenage giggle?

Oh, yes.

Well, a little bit of fine -tuning.

That giggle will do for me.

Oh, doctor.

Well, he may be quiet, but he's got a great brain.

Personality.

Trout. But... What?

Oh.

Hello,

Cropper. Hello, Cropper. I think we need a doctor for the doctor and less

doctoring for the nurse.

Don't panic.

Just a warning.

There is a malfunction with the sewage evacuation system.

Don't use the toilets unless you want to be sucked out into space.

We are looking into this, not too closely, and will rectify this problem

the next few minutes.

Captain,

the rest of it has been sucked out of the sewage system into space.

Huh.

Bummer, dude.

Captain, can I see you and all the crew in the medical bay immediately, please?

Yes, Doctor.

Oliver, take the ship.

Oh, and don't get too comfortable.

Of course not, Captain.

Round with the thread.

Round again.

Oh. And that's it? Doctor?

So, Doctor, you wanted to see all of us?

Did I? What for?

We're doing all we can.

We're doing all we can to find a solution.

Now, I've analysed the remains of the biological weapon and data that Sally

Ox have recovered from the surface and have come to a conclusion.

What? Ah!

Captain, I'm glad you're all here. Now, I've analysed the remains of the

biological weapon and data that Sally and Knox have recovered from the surface

and have come to a conclusion.

What?

What?

The biological weapon is a virus.

The biological weapon is a virus that attacks the neurological inhibitors that

enable us to suppress our emotions.

Unfortunately, because the weapon detonated whilst we were in the time

effects of the explosion were magnified tenfold.

Does that mean we're going to die?

Therefore, very soon, everyone's emotions will reach a critical point

will no longer be able to control ourselves.

Get off.

There seems to be no hope for us.

Unless... Unless what?

Unless the reptids created a vaccine along with the virus.

Well, then, it seems that our mission is rather clear.

We find a cure and save the day before our emotions get the better of us.

Captain, I'm glad you're... Listen

up,

crew.

We're on our own now.

We know what the device does and we know we must stop it.

We are our only hope for our future.

We must stop the Reptids before they can finalize their despicable, ruthless,

intolerable plan.

Even if it means searching every inch of our solar system.

We will fight them on the Mars beaches.

We will fight them on the Neptune shores.

And we will never, never surrender.

No matter where they may go or whatever mission this leads us to, we will return

home one day.

And we will return home in triumph.

What a day.

Dottie, where are you going?

Er, Dottie, why are you turning?

Dottie, hello?

Dottie!

Ow! Ow!

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank

you.

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