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I need some fuel.

I need some fuel.

Propane or kerosene?

Kerosene.

I only got a few liters left.

Put the rest of the kero

in the man's scooter
out there, Scratch.

Ha ha ha!

Sick guy.

It's the ultraviolet.

His noodle is fried.

I can't keep him out of the sun.

You work for UNICOM, huh?

Yeah.

How far is that
station from here?

You got business
with Old Man Hooks?

He loves you UNiboys.

That's about 40 Miles from here.

Got any dried food?

I'll take a look.

Temperatures continue to rise
throughout the Southwest.

Some thermal squalls
have been reported.

The ozone depletion continues.

UNICOM officials have
reiterated the mandatory use

of cool suits outside
at all times.

This just in...

Three more members

of the Independent Liberty Union

were arrested yesterday
by Fresno Police.

UNICOM officials said

the ringleaders were using
reconstructed computers

to communicate with
another like-minded group

in the Midwest.

This is the fifth time
in as many months

I.L.U. Members were arrested.

UNICOM officials have asserted

that all such dissident groups

have been ferreted out
and eradicated.

You know, that's not
what's really going on.

I don't care what
the company says.

This Liberty movement
is getting stronger.

Company officials have
expressed to me privately

they're having one heck
of a time ferreting out...

All I got is this
snake jerky, huh?

No, thanks.

How much for the kerosene?

Oh, make it 30 even.

Thanks a lot.

Mm-hmm.

Keep cool, buckaroo.

Huh... huh.

Sh-sure is...

Bitch-o machine
you got here, man.

You really ought to go inside.

Why?

The ultraviolet.

It's burning you up.

Why?

Are you Batman?

No.

See you around, kid.

See you around, kid.

[MOANING AND HEAVY BREATHING]

Well, my goodness.

You actually look as if
you're enjoying this.

He's not minding it
too much himself.

If your mother was
only to see this.

This is like put
another quarter in

and take a ride.

This is disgusting.

How can you look at
yourselves in the mirror?

Right, audience?

I feel just fine about myself.

I provide a service
for troubled and lonely men,

and I'm proud of it.

I'm healthy and clean

and very good at what I do.

Oh, honey, I bet you are.

Time for another call.
This is Winston Wicket.

You are on the line.

Hello.

Hello.

Is that really you, Winston?

Yeah, it's really me,
you desert dipshit.

Turn your monitor down.

Sorry.

You certainly are sorry.
What is it?

I just want to say

I don't think human prosties
are worth a broke dick.

And why is that, caller?

They ain't as pretty as
the synthoid prosties were.

They ain't as good, either.

Hold on, now. What do you
mean, not as... good?

Let's just say the synthoid
prosties were more agile

and cleaner, too.

All them weird diseases
came back

when we had to use human whores.

Winston?

Are you listening to me?

Lady, how exactly do you know

how good you really are?

Is this some sort of
assessment you took yourself?

I don't have to be told
how good I am.

I know how good I am.

Maybe you haven't had
a human for a long time.

That's a cheap shot.

This show's a cheap shot.

Let me tell you something.

Nobody talks to Winston
Wicket like that.

Young fella?

Is there something
I can do for you?

Yeah. You, uh...

Lathan Hooks?

That's me.

Tyson Keen.

From UNICOM.

Well, you tell Big
Brother, whatever it is,

I ain't interested.

Big Brother just brought
you 6 liters of freon.

Listen, I'm sick and tired
of you UNICOM regionals

coming out here whenever you
got nothing better to do.

Breathing down my neck,

telling me how
to run my business.

Know what you ought to do?

Tell your bosses to worry less

about what happens out
here in the Wasteland

and more about those big
business shits in Washington.

I'm not breathing
down anybody's back.

I'm just making a buck.

There are no bucks to be
made out here, fella.

I do need that stuff.

Been out of backup so long,
I forgot I ordered it.

Like you forgot you
promised me an audience

and cameraman?

When will I get them?

When pigs fly, Winston.

Get that stuff in here.

Could you hold the camera
a bit steadier?

We're starting to look
like an amateur hour.

Whatever you say,
your assholiness.

Look, Arren, I need
a bit of an advance.

I promised these
two bimbos dinner.

Yeah? What did they promise you?

You got a sick mind...

You little drip.

What did you do to piss
off my grandfather?

I said I worked for UNICOM.

That'll do it every time.

You don't look like
a corporate geek.

The company needed
somebody who knows bikes.

This job is not what I expected.

After this, I'm moving on.

This place is like a museum.

It's an old power station.

UNICOM fired everyone
and left it to rot.

Lathan did this.

He did?

Yeah. Well, I modified a lot.

I patched together some stuff
from the junkyard outside.

I'd better get that freon.

My name's Arren.

What's yours?

Tyson.

When it gets still like this,

it means thermal's going to hit.

Stay until it passes.

That would be two or three days.

I wouldn't want
to overstay my welcome.

Jesus Christ.

Is that what I think?

It's a DV-8.

Back when they really
made them big.

How did it get
all the way out here?

The government scrapped them.

When the Mexican uranium
mines went dry,

they just dumped them.

There's probably more out here.

Really?

It must have been a sight

to see this old guy in action.

Long before I was born.

Somebody's been messing
with the cortex.

Oh... me.

I was trying to see if
it was still operable.

That's against the law.

So shoot me.

Your parents got more like you?

No. My parents are dead.

It's just Lathan and me.

I'm sorry.

So, how did you and the old man

end up in the Wasteland?

It's a long story.

It can't be that long.

You're not that old.

I'm 16.

And never been kissed.

Maybe I'll take you up
on that offer

and stay a while.

Thanks.

OK, that's Lathan's room
over there,

and that's mine.

Our handyman sleeps
on the next floor down.

Come on. I'll show you.

What else is on the third level?

There's a kitchen
and medical clinic.

This place goes on forever.

I want you to meet Quinn.

He's Lathan's engineer
and all-around handyman.

You'll probably
be bunking with him.

Good afternoon,
boys and girls...

Hi, Quinn.

Yesterday's lesson
on global economics.

Um, open your textbooks
to page...

I'll show you where his room is.

So, kids, the two primary causes

of the last century's
economic catastrophe were...

Uncontrolled computer stock selling
causing worldwide panic...

Who's that?

Parice is
the schoolteacher here.

Correct. And the result was...

Cary, are you with us?

Yeah, I'm here, teacher.

Nine governments couldn't
pay their national debts,

so UNICOM took over
responsibility.

Good. Right.

And it can't happen again
because... why?

Because, um...

Because UNICOM is a free
enterprise bureaucracy

dedicated to the concepts
of life, liberty,

and the pursuit
of economic stability.

Awful pretty
for a schoolteacher.

I guess.

If you like the type.

Take a look
at chapter 4, page 15.

Cary, go ahead
and read aloud for us.

So, Mr. Keen,

where are you from originally?

Oceanside originally.

My name's Tyson.

I've never seen the ocean.

I have.

Do people still swim in it?

A few. Now and then.

I've always wondered
what I'd look like

in one of those bikinis
women used to wear.

You wouldn't catch me
dead wearing one.

'Cause you're not grown up
enough to fill one out yet.

Very funny, Quinn.

Sorry I'm late.

Mr. Keen,

my granddaughter says
I owe you an apology.

I suppose I do.

You caught me at a bad time.

You mean there's a good time?

I've been around a long time.

I lived through
the Days of Redemption.

They say we're redeemed now.

Well, things could be worse.

Mr. Keen, when UNICOM decided

to ban the use of
computers by civilians

because, as they say,

we screwed up the money markets,

we triggered the econo-collapse.

We bought that.

We didn't like it,
but we bought it

because it was
the easiest thing to do.

And when they outlawed robots

because of some demented vision

about the Book of Revelations,

we thanked them for guiding us

out of the darkness.

Lathan.

But nothing much has changed.

Except we've lost a couple
of our civil rights.

We're still
as uneducated as ever

and self-absorbed.

We're still watching the
same crap on television.

No offense, Mr. Hooks,

but the Winston Wicket show

ain't exactly brilliant
programming.

That jackass' uncle

holds the mortgage
on this station.

That's why we have

the Winston Wicket show
on television.

Even in absentia, I'm
the topic of conversation.

What are you doing back here?

Motels were filled.

With a thermal coming,
we figured we'd come back.

Great.

I promised these two fallen
women a nice dinner.

Sandra. Christie.

Have everything you want.

It's on the house.

We've got to make up
our own beds!

Parice, you'll be
bunking in my room.

And, Winston, Lathan said
you guys get the clinic.

And don't touch anything.

I'm not going to touch anything.

Ha ha ha ha.

Come on downstairs, girls.

We're going to play doctor.

I'll get the spare cot.

Night, Arren.

Night, Quinn.

Good night.

Sleep well.

If you need anything,
I'm right here.

Thanks, kid.

He seems really nice.

I guess.

If you like the type.

So how long you worked here?

About six months.

That's a tough old man.

Yeah, he's hard, but he's fair.

What did you do before this?

Odd jobs here and there.

Same here.

No matter what it is,

as long as it pays.

Good night.

Good night.

It's all yours.

Come on, ladies.

This will be a night
you will not forget

for a long, long time.

It's a friggin' hospital.

I wonder what kind
of mind-fuckers they got.

Hey, Christie, come on.

Remember what we agreed.

OK?

Why is all this here?

It's an emergency room
for the desert shits.

There a doctor here?

A UNiquack comes out regularly,

shoots them up with medicine,

and they're good as new.

[CREAKING]

[LOUD THUMP]

[CLANG]

[THUMPING]

[BEEP BEEP]

[FOOTSTEPS]

You scared the hell out of me.

I was, uh...

I was just checking this...

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

[ALARM BLARES]

What is that?

Arren!

Shut up, you idiot!

[ALARM BLARING]

What the hell's going on?

Electricity's out.

Air's down.

Sensors warn when it's over 105.

What the hell is that?

Juice is out, that's all.

Lathan's not in his room.

He's probably been
messing around again,

shorted out the power source.

Lathan.

Lathan!

Maybe he's in the trans room.

I'll go with you.

Oh, this is great...

The old bastard has blown a fuse

in the middle of a thermal,

and we're going to roast.

Lathan.

Lathan.

Ah, there's some
major damage here.

This isn't good.

Where the hell could he be?

Aah!

Arren! They killed him!

They killed him! Arren!

They killed him!
It wasn't an accident!

Listen to me.

No, they killed him!

It's OK.

It's all right. I know.

It's OK, sweetheart.

It's all right.

It's OK.

What happened?

I don't know. Must've
slipped off the catwalk.

Could've been a heart
attack. How's the kid?

She's pretty shook up.

Well, this is
a fine kettle of snatch.

We're going to be roasting
in this furnace.

You're an asshole.

Leave your hands off me.

You're worried about the heat?

That's not going to
make it any cooler in here.

If the thermal continues

and we can't get
the spark on, we'll fry.

It's 110 degrees now,

and it's going to get much
hotter when the sun rises.

What about auxiliary power?

We've got about an hour left.

Why don't you do something
out of the ordinary?

Do what you're paid for.

Why don't you just fix it, huh?

So, can we fix it?

Maybe. We could try
to rig a power bypass,

but we got to go
outside to do it.

How is she?

As well as expected.

She says the old man
was murdered.

She's in shock. I gave her
something to help her sleep.

We're going to rig
a power bypass.

In the meantime, maybe you can
find some kerosene lanterns.

Better suit up.

He didn't fall.

He was jamming their signal.

They killed him.

What?

Don't let them get away with it.

Arren, who?

UNICOM.

Arren.

Is she all right?

Yeah.

Quinn's waiting for you outside.

Oh.

Be careful, OK?

I will.

Don't touch anything in here.

Hold the light steady.

No water.

Why not?

The pump's electric.

If this thermal continues,
we'll die without water.

You mean to tell me

there are no emergency supplies?

Damn fool.

There's got to be
something here.

Christie, check the
cupboards for soups,

any other kind of liquids.

Toilets!

Good idea.

OK.

Winston. That's your job.

What?

Oh, come on.

Don't tell me you never
drank from a toilet.

You're a well-rounded guy.

OK, if you're going
to be a spoilsport,

we'll boil it, OK?

Yeah, boil this.

How much longer?

I almost got it.

Lord, I have just
looked into the abyss.

At least the last
son of a bitch flushed.

What is all this?

[FAUCET RUNNING]

Oh, here's to big strong men.

I must've inhaled
a pound of sand.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

Uh... I'm OK.

Well, is everything fixed?

Yeah, until the thermal passes.

We have to rewire
the whole thing.

I just looked in on the kid,

to see if she's OK.
She wasn't there.

I looked everywhere. She's gone.

Arren?

She's not there.

You OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm OK.

Come on. I'll help find her.

This place is starting
to give me the willies.

Relax. It's a lot better

than some of the
places we've been in.

There's something weird
going on. I can feel it.

Soon as the thermal passes,
we'll head up to Frisco.

What about the money
Mr. Wicket owes us?

That fat fucker's a deadbeat.

I say we cut our losses
and kiss his ass goodbye.

He said he was going
to make me a TV star.

Come on. Let's go find the kid.

Arren?

Arren? You down here?

Arren?

Arren?

Oh, come on, you little twit.

This ain't funny.

Arren?

Come on, baby.

Arren, don't do this.

Come on. If you're
in here, let me know.

Arren?

Come on, honey.

Aah! Why did you sneak up on me?

What are you doing here?

I need a drink.

I need a drink.

Shh! Follow me. I want
to show you something.

Where did all
this stuff come from?

Lathan did it during the
Days of Redemption.

It's all stuff
from the nineties.

What do you guys use it for?

Ah! Ow! Jesus, what the
hell are you doing?

Oh, God, I'm sorry. I had
to see if you were a synth.

Are you nuts? The synths
were destroyed years ago.

No, UNICOM's been using
them for over a year.

Lathan and the others found out

when one infiltrated the group.

Wait. What? What group?

The Independent Liberty Union.

Your grandfather
belonged to the I.L.U.?

So what do they use
synthoids for?

Watchdogs.

To watch...

Us.

They're programming them
on a UHF frequency.

Lathan found a way
to jam the signal.

It was only a matter of
time before they traced it

and sent a rubber geek
to stop it.

That's why they killed him.

At first, I thought it was you,

but Lathan said
you were harmless.

What we didn't figure on
was one already being here.

Yeah, but Arren, by
international agreement,

synthoids are programmed to be

incapable of killing humans.

Any synth can kill you if you
override its fail-safe program

with a crash and burn virus.

That's what
they were broadcasting.

When I came down here,

there was all sorts of stuff
happening on the screen.

It was the virus programmed
just before Lathan was killed.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

There.

That's the synthoid's
I.D. Number.

That's us.

That's the crash and burn virus.

And that's my grandfather's
social security number.

So what's F.L.R. 101?

First Law of Robotics.
Deleting it.

Creating a killing machine.

Tyson, I'm sorry I cut you.

I guess I knew
you weren't a synth.

There's things that don't
add up here, though.

What about that room

and all the emergency supplies

stashed where
nobody can get them?

Someone must've
moved them there.

What about the freon?
There's 10 liters there.

Your grandpa said you'd
been out for months.

One of us ain't one of us.

I'm going to find out which one.

This is the craziest
thing I've ever heard.

I saw the computer.

All that means is that
little shit's going to jail

as soon as they find out.

This whole thing's absurd.

Why?

I mean, anything's possible.

Well, we all know each other.

Except them.

And me.

I saw him bleed.

Can we just get on
with this, please?

Besides, what difference
does it make

if one of us isn't real?

Exactly. If a synthoid
did kill the old man,

it got what it wanted.

Why would we still be targets?

What if it's programmed

to kill anything
it sees as a threat?

We all know it's here.
It's probably enough.

Well, you all deserve
to know for yourselves.

I'll go first.

You're getting better
at that, kid.

I'll go next.

Piece of cake.

Who's next?

I got nothing to lose.

I'll go next.

If I can't trust you, who can I?

I'll do it.

Is that red enough for you?

I need another drink
before you play doctor.

Why must it be this way?

I mean...

Ladies first.

Aah!

Fuck! Jesus Christ!
Quinn, you asshole!

You think everything's a joke.

Jesus!

I guess that leaves me.

I told you
this was a crazy idea.

You ought to be locked
up, you little cretin!

All this I.L.U. bullshit!

She's as crazy as the old man!

For Christ's sake, she
just lost her grandfather.

So it's OK to slice and dice me?

Jesus, look at this. It's
already starting to swell up.

Son of a bitch, you infected me!

When this thermal's over,

I'm going to call the Rangers

and tell them where they can
find an illegal computer.

Little girls like you
go over well in prison.

It's all right, kid.
We all make mistakes.

Well, it's after 2:00.

I'm going to get some sleep.

See you in the morning.

I'm having some tea.
Anybody want to join me?

Yeah, I'm going
to stay up a little while.

Good night.

Well, I'm going to bed.

I'll be in Lathan's room.
It's more secure.

I don't know. I just...

Can't picture Lathan
in the I.L.U.

He liked to think of
himself as a revolutionary,

but he was really more of
a dreamer than a doer.

Whiskey?

No. No, thanks.

What about the computer?

That was a surprise.

The Rangers will have
to figure that one out.

So why do you live
in this Wasteland?

The same reason
most people do, I guess.

Everything went under glass

when the ocean air got toxic,

and even with these thermals,

I couldn't live that way.

Yeah.

It's a hell of
a world we live in.

Yeah.

What? What's wrong?

It's just been a long time
since someone held me.

Jesus Christ,
look at this thing.

Ow.

Jesus Christ.

Ow! Fuck!

Jesus.

They finally got to you.

Good boy.

Don't let them figure you out.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Tyson?

Tyson?

Tyson, is that you?

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]

Hi. Aah!

Quinn!

Let her go.

I can snap her neck like a twig.

You do, and I'll blow
your fucking microchips

all over this floor.

Suit yourself.

Ow.

Aah!

Where are you going?

I got to thank you, kid.

You said a synth would
try to destroy anything

it thought threatened it.

I wasn't programmed for that.

They just told me
to get the old man,

but as soon as you said it,

I saw the sense in the idea.

You see, there's a teeny
tiny little chip

in my big gargantuan brain.

The company calls it
the Jiminy factor...

'cause it's like a conscience.

It's kind of cute, huh?

But I would never

in a million, billion,
trillion years

terminate a human.

But thanks to a miracle
of modern technology...

Poor little Jiminy cricket...

Has crashed...

[STOMP]

...and burned.

So now there's
only one mission left...

...to protect the company's
synthoid program

from any outside interference.

And you two...

...with your Goddamn questions

and unpatriotic opinions...

...have definitely interfered.

So...

We're going to have some fun.

How about a little...

...hide and seek?

Tyson, how did you know
it was Quinn?

The cut on Wicket's hand
swelled up way too fast.

Coolant's lethal in the blood.

Quinn slashed him
right after he used it.

That hidden coolant?

That's his blood supply.

We got to get
the others and get out.

Are there any more guns?

Yeah, the I.L.U. gave
Lathan some.

I know where it is.

We should stick together.

I can watch out for myself,

now that I know what
I'm watching out for.

Where'd you get that?

Quinn tried to kill us.

Tyson's waiting for you
in the studio.

I'll get the others.

Sandra!

Sandra... the synth...
It's Quinn.

Where's Winston and Christie?

I don't know.

Get to the studio.
I'll find them.

Watch out for Quinn.

That's an ugly sore
you got there.

You scared me shitless,
sneaking up like that.

Someone should take
a look at that.

This thing's making me scared.

It started as a small cut.

I never seen anything
this Goddamn infected.

You think you got problems.

Take a look at this.

Jesus Christ.

Where you going, fat boy?

I thought we'd whip up
a batch of cookies.

That... that... that...

That's all, folks!

Uh! Uh!

Uh-oh.

It's way too late for a doctor.

Quinn! Uh! Uh!

I think we'd better amputate.

Aah!

You know, stumps?

Your friend did me a favor

when he shot up my circuits.

He improved something.

Know what that is?

My sense of fun!

Ohh.

He got Winston.

What?

Christ.

Sandra, I couldn't find her.

Hey, but maybe that means
he won't either.

[COCKS GUN]

Guess who.

Well, your hands aren't
as large as Winston's.

Say something else.

What do you want me to say?

Tell me that you like me.

I like you, Christie.

Don't look.

Keep your eyes closed.

Ahh, ahh...

Ahh.

Ahh.

Aah!

Oh, my God! Oh, God!

Aah!

What do we do if we get him?

Try to get broadcast
power back up.

Let the world know what's
going on down here.

It's not just here.

Well, maybe we should
contact UNICOM.

Why can't you see
where that would get us?

You're supposed to be
the smart one here.

Take it easy, all right?

Shit.

He just wants to play with us.

We'll be OK if we hold
him off till morning.

Then Christie and I
are out of here.

Aah!

Aah! Ohh...

You guys...

Take Christie with you.

And...

...tell her I said goodbye.

I stopped at a roadside

40 Miles east of here.

Is that the closest place?

Those heaps outside still run?

Let's get Christie
and get out of here.

The heat will kill us by noon.

So we'll have to
do it before then.

You got a photocam here?

Lathan had one.

Get it.

Get some pictures of that thing,

then meet us outside. All right?

Let's go.

Come on, Arren. Let's go.

Here.

[ENGINE FALTERS]

Come on. Come on!

[ENGINE STARTS]

Hang on.

What's the rush?

Aah!

Arren!

Watch out!

Watch out!

Aah! Aah!

[THUNDER]

Tyson, look out!

Tyson!

Tyson!

Tyson!

Tyson!

Tyson!

Arren!

Oh, my God. Tyson!

Uh... uhh.

Uhh...

Uhh.

Tyson, we'll get you out.

What will you do?

Resurrect the dead.

Help me with this.

I'll get the DV-8 going.

Lathan made a circuit
unit for my computer.

But the electricity's out.

The power pack will get
the main frame going.

It took months of
training to walk a DV-8.

I've been training.

Don't worry, Tyson.
We'll get you out.

Come on. Get up.

Uh!

Damn it.

Aargh!

Ah!

Sorry, old fella.

Let's see.

Oh, man...

That's going to
need some stitches.

Let's find Arren
and get out of here.

OK.

Arren!

Something's not right.

Where the hell is she?

Arren?

Arren?

Don't you want to kiss me
just one last time?

Hey!

Kiss this.

[SIREN]

Ha ha!

Hey.

Wonder what the hell
they're up to.

Probably some pileup
on the interstate.

See you around, Scratch.

Where y'all headed?

Dateland.

Lathan wants me to
pick him up something.

Ah? How's that old renegade?

Better than ever these days.

Be seeing you, Bud.

Take care.

I guess they figured out

that their electronic
flunkies got terminated.

Yeah.

So where now?

You know where
I.L.U. Headquarters is?

Yeah. Bakersfield.

OK.

I'll get them those pictures

of the synthoids you shot.

You can help them set up
broadcast facilities.

UNICOM's word
won't be worth shit.

Is there another way
to get to Bakersfield

besides the main highway?

There's a dirt turnoff
about a half mile up.

Comes out just
this side of Long Pine.

You all right?

Yeah. I'm just
thinking about Lathan.

Guess I'm a little scared.

You're not the only one.

I just wish he could have seen

that old rust bucket walk.

He would've been proud.

You kind of liked her,
didn't you?

Well, she was only going
to break your heart...

...right after she ripped it out.

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