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The golden age was over. It got a bad end.

Man and cyborgs did not cooperate anymore.

For 200 years, they built us as their friends to obey their orders.

- Fight their war, cook their food and share their beds.

With the last big company decline, a dark time followed.

Man chased us for our parts, our circles and our souls.

Nobody went safe.

I have him. Come on!

Looking at, what do we have here?

Please... I am a poor farmer with wife and child.

Release me.

Please wait! I have friends. I can show you them.

- So you? - Yes, at a reasonable price.

You weaken my view by 50%.

It's a mistake. I can not show you my friends without eyes.

I hate lieutenants and beggars. Kill him, Jocko.

Spare parts and pocket money.

We need new pastures, Jocko.

- Free zones. The free zone is prohibited.

Not for the right man. Imagine a 1300 km2 large lawless area.

All Recyclers' Dream.

Out there is Cytown.

As the name of the old elephant cemetery.

There are cyborg parts enough to make us rocky.

- We will only find it. - It has not been done.

Well then. But they did not escape living from there.

- Lord Talon here. - Hey what's up?

Who in hell do I speak with?

Anton Lewellyn, sir, directly from the wilderness.

Sure yes, the one-eyed.

What is the honor?

I have a fantastic copy that is worth a lot.

Like the latest copy? I'm still going back.

How would I know that it had a bomb in itself?

No danger. Come here with the copy. We will probably agree.

- I look forward to meeting you. - Yes, thanks the same.

Thank you.

Put it here.

Most boring. What vintage?

Grace! Beware the jacket...

I'm taking anything. Cables, Meat, Chips...

Spare parts... Be merciful!

Please Mr. Recycler! Just a finger.

That's reasonable. Give the man a finger, Jocko.

It's fine to be. Do not force me to go anywhere else.

As you can see, Mr. Lewellyn, it has no eyes.

Take it or disappear.

I may pay too much, your unfaithful recycler.

First I missed my own hand-

-but the new has some advantages.

With a pressure of 6 kg it will be a good handgun. Not true?

At 10 kg it causes you to clot the testicles bloody.

At 15 kg... the bloodstream stops.

At about 25 kg the legs are broken.

- And at 30 kg I hold your hand.

It's electrically conductive too, huh?

Hipp hurray. Lovely to be back in civilization.

Do you want company?

Come and recover me.

Do you want company? I'll take both.

- He's mine, silicone fountain. - I have three vaginor.

Here!

Come here. Play on me.

You are big. A barbarian! Come on, hardding.

Drag the lever.

Come on, hardding. Come on and try your luck.

We have nothing for recyclers here.

Calm, I do not collect. I just want to have fun with them.

Do you want a real woman?

No thanks. I turn on the power switch.

Hello? Doc Edford?

- Who is it? - That's me. Cash.

Cash! How is it going?

What do you do in Silica? Where is Colt?

Colt is dead.

Sadly. It is a matter of time.

They do not build people like in the past.

- He was a good friend. - To both of us.

I have never felt so before. According to the sensors, everything is normal.

Calm, no panic.

The fluid level is low. Someone sucks energy from your reactor cells.

- Troblem? - It came when I buried Colt.

Now I feel my intestines every morning.

Cross...

It can not be correct.

This I have never seen before. If you were human, but...

Look at yourself.

A little heart to. I do not know how, but...

- You are pregnant. - Take it away.

It sucks power from me. Take it away!

I do not know how to do it.

Where should I start? I can kill you.

If you do not take it it the life of me.

The card, thank you.

Anton Lewellyn. You have paid for full treatment.

My name is Elexia. What do you want to start with?

No idea, the twist.

At first we make it a bit enjoyable. Sit on the couch.

- You are so big and strong. - It tell you to everyone.

I've been with 51,227 men. But you saw me from the first moment.

I felt your strength then... and now.

I see it in your eyes.

What should I call you?

Call me...

lord.

Well, sir, now we'll be naughty.

So please.

Why...? I'm ready for your enjoyment.

This will be a pleasure.

You've never had a man like me before.

I have a better idea.

It does not even feel the heart. Or maybe it does.

I'm not programmed for that kind of thing. It's a mistake.

Do not be so sure. You have the equipment.

Who knows what your creator thought? Take this.

You can read the energy loss. If it turns into red...

- Is not it too late already? - No, I know a man...

He was vision programmer. A genius from the golden age.

He lives far out in the glacier in the northwestern quadrant.

His name is Evans.

He is your only hope.

Excuse me, but we're not from here.

Do you know where to get some food?

Sorry.

Sin. I was going to invite you.

- It's not going. - Can I not persuade you?

Hardly.

Maybe another time. Interesting woman.

- He is not a woman. - Cyborg?

Why is she running alone?

Her we could get a lot for.

I'm feeling bad, Jocko.

We have not contracted time, but we need you.

You do not fit my patient profile.

Most people have more stake than you two.

What happened to the collegial courtesy? We are also a doctor.

Specialists in unwanted problems. Maybe we can help you?

Not if you were the last one-eyed frog in the world.

Help the lady up.

I'll just take out a little thing that gnaws you.

Or do you want to tell me what the cyborg girl did here?

You have gone wrong. Has never seen her before

- I could not help her. - My colleague does not like anesthesia.

You may want to help yourself?

She is a tired model and needed some new parts.

- Where is her owner? - I doubt you are a doctor.

- Do you do that? - I'm asking you, one-eyed jackal.

Look there.

The price rose just.

I do not want this!

She is close.

After her!

- How has changed course again. - Hang on.

System overloaded. Efficiency minus 6.5%.

Thank you. Thank you, you all.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Who are you? Where am I?

- I the scenes of the creation. Are you Evans?

- Cyborg or human? - Do you do that?

- No. I do not like either. Are you Evans?

Repeat. You should be investigated.

My name is Cash!

Please wait! I want to talk to you!

- I need your help. - You do not know what you need.

- You can not even think for yourself. - I know I dislike you.

No bad program to be an 80 year old machine.

- Dr Edford sent me here. - Verkstan is closed.

Something steals my energy. - I can not help you.

- Edford thinks I'm pregnant. - Impossible.

There is a second heart.

And 195-C40? No...

It was talked about it but no prototype was built.

Give me it.

- Efficiency minus 0, 6%. - Something is.

Calm, I'm routine. Stand still.

There. A chamber. Unbelievable.

Cyborg life in a cryptic sperm bank. It is in the chart.

Now we know what it is. Take it away.

You create a life that grows in you. You're gonna be mom, Cash.

They might be right. You lack the feelings required.

You're not just cyborg anymore.

You are a creator.

Imagine... People and cyborgs together.

You are the Metallurgical Mother Earth. Everything's beginning.

- I do not want to be a start. - You have no choice.

- What does the blood dog say? - Even signal.

Weak, but sufficient.

- How many hours's head start? - Mint 20.

- We'll get caught up. - Och?

I would like to tear her but she is different.

- Why do you do this? - It's my call.

Warning! Data changes are permanent.

Abortion program.

Unable to cancel.

Where did you live?

The trail leads to the ravine. She is down or down below us.

You could kill both you and your child.

- How does it feel? - Bra, despite your efforts.

Forgive. I thought I could cancel it.

Its survival instinct is strong. Its powerfield saved you both.

I see the face.

- What is it? - Were you visiting?

Two recyclers. I thought they lost the track.

- Thank you for the information. Equipment? - Pancakes and artillery.

- How far away are they? - 800 meters. Follow me.

Now we have her, Jocko.

- What is it? - A suitable defense.

- A cannon? - It teaches to stop everything.

- I'm not good at this one. - Move.

Fire.

- We get sheltered. - Snack, I do not hear anything.

Maybe not.

Jump!

- Where are we going to? - Cytown is the only safe place.

- Is not it a myth? - A well-kept secret.

- What was you lying there? - No, but I can find it.

This way.

- Should we continue? - Visst, but not alone.

We greet some old friends. They will surely go to Cytown.

- What are you doing? - Yes.

- You are overheated. Give me the wheel. - No one can drive my cart.

- What is it? - Do not know.

- Cool instruments. - All is normal.

It meant me. Out! Running!

I can fix it.

What should we do now? Out in the wilderness!

We have two recyclers after us, the car is sabbad-

- And if we do not find your fairy tale, it will be our turn soon.

We are in front.

Is it a power field?

They have a distortor that heats the microprocessor into a motor.

We drove into it, even though you knew the car was going to explode?

I did not know exactly where the power field was

-but we must find it.

I know you are getting weaker. I will join. Just a little bit more.

- We are almost in front. - They told you 10 hours ago.

Now I know it.

How many cards, Hale? I do not have the whole century.

Two.

Thank you.

You then, Decaf?

Decaf!

Hello there!

Four equal... I would like a new game.

Give me... see...

Give me... two.

It's not fun to play with you. I'm laying down.

New game, gentlemen. New game.

Bad timing. They do not like us.

What "us"?

- You are not welcome. - We are chased by recyclers.

- Tasteful, human. - Is not this free zone here?

Do we look free? Get it over, Donovan.

I first.

- I can not fight you. - You have no choice.

- My trip. - Wait! I know that person.

I do not remember you.

He-he-he-he...

Evans. Charles Osborne Evans.

He wrote... software for the 204 series.

The man... is a... damn genius.

He wrote my...

How long have you suffered from that?

56,034... hours... 33 minutes... and 14 seconds.

Do you have trouble keeping yourself online?

Not... so white... I know.

Yes!

Do I get...?

Be that good.

You feel a strong pressure on the shell base.

Did it help?

Increased data transfer from the center sync to voice centers...

Yes, absolutely. Much better. Thanks.

- We might let Evans stay. - Thanks.

They can not stay. That would mean the end for all of us.

- Kinky words from a newcomer. - He is not one of us.

The recycler does not get until he gets what he wants.

He has already killed a woman.

- Doctor in Silica. - Doc Edford?

Why would he kill a human being?

For my sake. He knows.

What?

I'm pregnant.

Is it possible?

Amazing.

The technology is 100 years old. It has just not been done before.

Newcomer is right. We can tackle a few price hunters.

- It happened before. - Men not an army of recyclers.

- They will kill us. - It concerns us or them.

- We can not leave them to die. - We do not owe them anything.

Jo. He is a creator.

42, 957% of the units in town are built according to his design.

Each of us can thank him for being there.

She then? Yes, she's cyborg.

But it has happened a lot of incredible and you all know that.

She is the first of us to become one of them.

She has made us all the creators and it makes me proud.

She is the living proof that we are not just machines.

She is our future.

She dies, we die all.

We must protect her to save ourselves.

Can you help her?

Thank you, friends, because you came with such short notice.

Everybody is here. Johnny and Jimmy O'Hara from Silica...

Jean-Pierre brings all his hard guys.

- Günter, your hoj has a new design. - You more fire the better!

Good, we need it. But first, to the case.

On the other side the mountains are a wonderful treasure.

You've all thought about it even though you doubt it.

I have only found it and want to share the change with you.

- What are you about, Lewellyn? - Cytown. Frizon's capital.

A metropolis of cyborgs that walks freely around.

- Busenkelt, huh? - What are we waiting for?

Calm, we'll fix a few things first.

We have laid the fists on Silica's best cognac and it suits everyone.

Then let's bowl for the big sauce.

- It's our only lab. - It's good enough.

A pregnant cyborg. Interesting.

- Does the surgeon work? - Do not know.

We have collected scrap in the entire zone, but we are not creators.

- Or that? - The heart of the field of power.

- Cytown's founder built it. - Advanced models?

In a way. They did not give us the ability to make ourselves.

Few people can fix themselves. It requires a rare vision.

I have a vision of being able to stand on my legs again. Being able to go.

Can you help an old device...?

Sure, Hale. I'll try.

He is not the only one with a dream. I am programmed to hero-

- But I can not fight.

I still have phantom feelings of my fingers.

I know what you mean.

I want to keep a sword again and fight like I once did.

I lived by building cyborgs. I admired you.

Faster, stronger, more perfect than I could ever be.

I envy every one of you. It's long time now.

Fort, up with her.

- What happens? - Help me!

Move on is little.

Decaf, plug her in.

- However, that's not true. - What?

- He has aches. - It's just a few weeks...?

Relax. Cancel all unimportant systems.

New is wrong. We have to open her.

Please Evans...

Relax, Cash. Release the abdominal plate.

- What is it? - Finished on the first cycle.

- Baby? - A miracle.

Was good?

- Up with you. - It hurt.

We have found the power field. The hoars are grilled. We go.

Come.

- Where is the child? - We want to see the child.

- It's in the incubation. - View him.

He is very nice.

- When does he come out? - In a few months.

- A room with a view. - How does it feel Cash?

- There is no program for that. - This is the best thing that happened to us.

No, the worst. It will be the end of us.

They want it and they will kill us all on the coup.

Until then, we are ready to fight.

With hooks and claws? Wheelchairs and stools? Hardly.

Jocko, we have to go through the power field. Only you can turn it off.

They do not suspect a cyborg on foot. Be like them.

- Why? - Do not take it personally.

Now you are deceived like them.

What is he?

3000 series. A warrior. No danger.

- What do you have there? - Look inside.

The child! Top, Jocko. They will search for it.

Cytown becomes mine.

Not a word to the others, Jocko.

What should we do? Glue it together? We can not fix the power field.

The basics were wrong. - Cash is gone.

Forget her. The power field is sabbath and it's your fault.

- He can fix it. Right? - There is another technology.

- Do you have emergency equipment? - It has disappeared over the years.

It's run. Now nothing can stop the people.

Forget the power field! It's gone!

Do not you think your whole future is due to Cash and the child?

- I'll have to get it back. - He's right.

If Cash does not get into incubation soon, the child dies.

We collect all camps in the village and attack from the front.

The chance of victory is 0%. - I can increase the chances.

Fix the power field, human. Otherwise it's run.

I may be able to fix it. I'll try... cyborg.

Wake up, raring.

Tell me now... Do you break into my cart?

- Where is my child? - The weather is fine.

See which refined maternal instinct she has. Concerning.

- I want to know how you work. - I am not afraid. Do whatever you want.

No, not yet.

These goods are too expensive. I'm taking another toy in Cytown.

That was me you wanted. There is nothing for you.

You are naive. You're just the top of the iceberg.

I'll notice every one of your simple machines before I'm happy.

One thing you should know: I'm the worst damn you ever met.

If you do not fit you, delete my memory bank

- and make you my private joy device.

Jocko, watch saved. There are more, raring.

- How can you bet your black? - Lewellyn is my black.

No! Do not you realize what he is doing?

- The same as I do. - Really?

Try to remember what you were before he deleted your memory bank.

Strunt in it. Lewellyn owns me now.

Do you only accept orders? It will be your turn soon.

When your parts become worth more than your services-

- He shakes your eyes and sells you like scrap.

Search your software. In your soul.

I can not... do it. I can not.

I can help you. Connect on me.

Jaques Denard, Cytek 2400.

Type designation: Sanitation management.

Activated 2/42098.

Meriter: 227 rescue efforts.

1247 successful field operations.

Status: Stolen.

27/92148.

You were stolen, Jaques. Do you remember saving your life?

I do not know how to do anymore.

I can teach you. For me to my child.

I can not. Lewellyn turns me off.

I'm also afraid, Jaques. My child can die. Help me.

It's your program.

I do not want the child to die.

I'm in violation of...

I'm not a cyborg.

I'm not a cyborg...

I'm not a cyborg!

I'm not a cyborg.

I am a human being.

A human being.

I forgot my program. Consider.

- Visst feels good? - Are you on...

My healthy eye looks at one that needs to be adjusted.

If you click on me again, I will sell you to the highest bidder.

Stop her! Stop her!

Recover it, you.

Come on, we stick.

They'll get in through the ravine.

- Thank you. Are you unscathed? - We have lost a lot of fluid.

You are too weak for transfusion. We'll take it later.

He comes and he has a whole army.

A gun car, jeeps and desert huts. At least 50 men.

He does not just want me. He wants all, dead or alive.

I do not live alive. I never go back.

She's right. This is our home. We must fight for the next generation.

We have to fight together.

This is our strategy:

Jean-Pierre, you come from the east. Günter from the south.

Jocko and I come from the north. We meet in the deserted lake.

Then we storm Cytown like a firebird from hell.

We take them on the bed. But remember:

Bottled and the container is min.

- Is it wise, Hale? - It's too late to turn now.

- We have sworn. - Not to die.

Show them, El Sid.

- Vilken arsenal. - We have had a lot of unwanted visits.

- Are all weapons? - In some ways.

Cyborgs do not bury their dead.

A cyborg cemetery.

Still now, Sid. Soon finished.

- What exciting. - He feels the arm?

Good. Strong. Stronger than my old arm.

Now you just have some synthetic meat.

You are 260, but I only have 240 legs.

I have no valves for the member. Sorry, Hale. It's not possible.

Do not do anything. You did your best.

Strunt in my hands. Weld these on the stubs.

- So there? - Let's see.

Good job.

Come on, fittor.

How many men do I take today?

- Electricity increased by 400%. - Just come on.

Chances of victory?

Draw.

Before I was a joy unit. I'm not anymore.

Come here...

Lewelline!

Release her.

Not until I have her eyes around her throat.

Jocko!

Now you are my scrap dealer.

Take him.

Take him!

Never again.

Are you deaf? I own you.

No longer. This is the free zone.

Are not you really wise?

I can kill you here and now. Release the rifle, metal brain.

Drop it, I said.

Release it.

Listen to now. Me and the child are brushing.

If any of your androids are trying, I will sap the container.

Sabba you the one. Do whatever you want.

We can not sacrifice our lives all the way, for a child.

Should the child live in a world where his parts are more worthy than him?

Where eyes are used as jewelry and life does not matter?

Be merciful to my child. Destroy the container.

No, Cash! - You are bluffing.

Take a look at the future, recycler.

Sweet Mother of God! The bitch has got some interesting programming...

Fort, it's bad time!

Only the place where you can control the temperature.

I'm not unique. Just the only one who survived so far.

The dark time was over and a new golden age began.