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♪ Sweet dreams are made of this ♪

♪ Who am I to disagree? ♪

♪ Travel the world and the Seven Seas ♪

♪ Everybody looking for something ♪

♪ Some of them want to use you ♪

♪ Some of them want to get used by you ♪

♪ Some of them want to abuse you ♪

♪ Some of them want to be abused ♪

♪ Some of them want to use you ♪

♪ Some of them want to get used by you ♪

♪ Some of them want to abuse you ♪

♪ Some of them want to be abused ♪

Put the fucking team back in!

Turn me around.

Shit!

Good run, Kable.

- My name is Tillman. - Whatever your name is,

you got to the save point fast. - Who the fuck cares?

No one is getting out of here alive.

I am. I'm gonna make it out.

Sure you will.

They said you got 3 battles left before you get out.

Bob!

Bob!

Alright, let me handle this. Bob!

- Do we have the interview or don't we? - Yes

We are a cunt-hair close.

Look I'm not going to blow the 3 Asian Wars for 'close'.

With all do respect, Bob, nobody cares about dead Orientals.

- They care about Ken Castle. - Can I hear from Gina, please?

Okay, Bob ...

Bob, are you aware that Castle has clocked exactly one media appearance date,

and that was Walter's last interview before she died nine fucking years ago!

Stop menstruating and just tell me whether we fucking have it?

We fucking, have it.

Good!

Palindromes.

Okay, focus. Let's get lunch.

Iranian, Sushi, or Mexican?

Uh, no. Burger, chilli, fries?

I could freak a burger.

We live in Society.

We visit Society.

I mean, which one ...

which one's more real? Really?

I mean, which one's really real? Know what I mean?

You're watching Gina Parker Smith.

A live 'World Link Tonight' exclusive!

This motherfucker is off the charts.

You realize he could buy the network.

Yeah, why would he? The son-of-a-bitch pulls in ...

650 millions pay-per-views for one single broadcast.

Going live in ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...

First, there was "Society".

The ultimate SIM environment, where players don't control ...

virtual animated characters, but actual,

living, breathing, human beings.

They walked them. They talked them. They juiced them. They rocked them.

Rickity-dickity-doo.

We had that on T-shirts back in 2010.

The creation of reclusive genius Ken Castle ...

"Who is Ken Castle?"

"Society" took the world by storm,

becoming the #1 guilty pleasure of billions.

You can get paid to be controlled,

or you can pay to control.

And generating one of the world's largest private fortunes,

surpassing Bill Gates practically, over night.

Nine months ago, Castle availed a new simulation.

One that would take gaming to new heights of thrilling excess ...

and controversy.

SLAYERS

Slayers.

If "Society" let us live through others,

"Slayers" would let us die through others.

Slayers gives the gamer full control of a flesh & blood human being,

in full scale kill or be killed combat.

And when we say "flesh and blood" ...

we mean, flesh ...

and blood.

Slayers.

Slayers!

Why isn't it murder?

Gina, when was the last time you saw somebody volunteer to be murdered?

I'm sure you know that every last one of our Slayers is a bonified death row inmate.

Each one offered the chance to participate as an alternative to their sentence.

You stay alive for 30 sessions, you get set free.

That's not a bad goddamn deal.

And has any of these men or women have actually survived long enough to be set free?

Well I'd remind the audience that Slayers was put together with a full cooperation ...

and approval, of the United States Federal government.

That the revenue that produces ...

is responsible for funding our entire prison system ...

keeping the bad guys behind bars.

And that the Prop. (Proposition) was voted for by a cock-solid 68% of the American public.

In an election tainted by a suspected digital fraud.

Let's talk about the so called "Genericons" ...

sent into the Slayers' environment,

With a set of pre-programmed actions, with no one controlling them,

and no way to react.

Their chances of survival are next to nil.

There's plenty of men and women in prison who can never cut it as Slayers.

Shouldn't they be given the same chance to roll the dice for a ticket out?

Besides they only need to survive one session.

Right.

So Mr. Castle, how the hell does it work?

It begins with a single nano cell planted in the motor cortex of the brain.

This cell can replicate,

replacing the cells around it with perfect copies.

And these copied cells contain remote access functionality.

Therefore nano plus cortex, equals a "nanex".

Isn't it true, that every human that undergoes this procedure,

will have a distinct "IP" address, like a mobile device ...

or a notebook computer? - Similar, yeah.

But control is strictly localized ...

to the parameters of our gaming environment.

You take "Society" for instance.

Once a cast member has left the workplace they're completely free ...

from the control and monitoring of their player.

Oh well, that's a relief!

For some, maybe.

For some ...

Don't you suspect a good many folks wouldn't mind or need a bit of controlling?

Someone else making all the decisions for you?

No tough choices? No responsibilities?

- Think about it. - We will, Mr. Castle.

We will!

The Gina Parker Smith Show! Sponsored by ...

SLAYERS

Good little talk?

Oh, shit! My pleasure!

Can I just tell you, I cannot wait until the next Slayers,

I mean, Kable has been unbelievable!

His arms are just so ... well I know they're terrible!

What the hell was that?

Ken Castle wants you to believe that we are living in a better, safer world.

- His a liar! Mind controlling his Slayers ... - Mr. Castle, we have no idea where this is ...

We will all be his dogs if we allowed this evolution to continue.

That's a goddamn hoot!

This is nuts, it's like the signal is generating simultaneously from six countries.

Bypass overload. Reroute to the backup servers please, now.

Now!

Uh, Mr. Castle, we can't stop every virus that sneaks in.

You might want to let my home boys take a look at your firewall.

We're on it. They'll be off the air momentarily.

So sorry.

What about you, sugar?

I wonder if I might breach your firewall one of these days?

You're bad!

He's good!

Hit him!

Fuck him up!

Get down! Get the fuck down!

Get down! Get down!

Kable!

Kable!

My name is Tillman.

Yeah, yeah. Tillsman, Tillsman.

They said your name was Tillsman.

You're just sitting, eh?.

Sitting and looking, just looking and sitting ... Just like me, man.

Keeping my wholes down, you gotta keep your whole's down ...

Everyday I do it, and then everybody snaps, breaks ...

starts to crack up, you know, because you don't know if

you're going to live a day or two or die.

Anybody but you, right?

27 battles, huh? Three to go ...

Nobody has ever done it. No man has ever come that close.

No one has even got 10 games without getting their brain shot ...

Everybody but Kable. Kable, because he's sitting and looking, huh man?

You're gotta plan in your head. You got a mission.

You never break. You never snap.

You never say shit either, but you take care of your business, don't you?

Niggers can get spooked by that kind of single mindness, you know what I mean?

Cause you're spooky.

You spook me.

Whatcha in for?

You want to get back to them.

It's all you think about. It's the only thing that keeps you alive.

Who's talking?

Sign it.

What?

Sign it. Please Tillman.

My son David is your biggest fan. He prays for you.

I need to prove it's authentic. Makes it worth more.

Why would anyone want my name?

You don't even know what's going on out there, do you?

All medical personal report to central process.

Damn, gotta go.

No, no! Wait.

How did you get this picture? Have you seen them?

♪ Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought ♪

♪ Me and you do the kind of stuff only Prince would sing about ♪

♪ So put your hands down my pants and I bet you'll feel nuts ♪

♪ Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert ♪

♪ and you're getting two thumbs up ♪

♪ Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex, just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined ♪

♪ to make me rise an hour early ♪

♪ just like Daylight Savings Time ♪

♪ You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals ♪

♪ So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel. Do it again now ♪

♪ You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it ♪

♪ like they do on the Discovery Channel. Gettin' horny now ♪

Hey.

Hi. - Hi.

So what's your damage?

You know, just hanging out. Just looking to meet people.

... meet people.

Lucky you. You met me.

- I'm Nika. - I'm Dale. I like your fur.

- Do you wanna go somewhere? - Do you wanna go somewhere?

We are somewhere.

Ken Castle ... is a liar. Liar!

Fuck!

A new video prank by the subversive group "Humanz" ...

caused a nation wide stir today.

All contact between "Society" city, and an estimated 3 quarters of a million players

were shut down for 3 hours while Castle technicians

worked to remove what they described as a "satellite infection" ...

These pranks, at first, attributed to rogue isolated hackers

are now suspected to be the work of an elaborate and sophisticated,

network of programming cells, spread around several countries.

Experts estimate that the service interruption

will end up costing Castle billions in lost revenue.

Well don't cry for Castle, he can cover this with

change in his couch cushions.

On a personal note, that shit was fucked up.

Yeah it was. I literally pissed myself.

Sounds like fun.

Seriously, these Humanz cock suckers, they're are out of control.

- Sandra. - Quiet.

- My name is Sandra. - Stop talking.

They can't say I didn't try ...

Fuck yeah!

We're all going to die!

Oh God!

Let me out of here!

I'm not supposed to be here!

Who are they?

Who the fuck are they?

Who the fuck is playing us, man?

Shut up, fish.

Gay, gay, gay, tardily gay.

- Swarmers. - Swarmers.

The latest innovation from Browning,

this self detonating cartridge ...

offers the widest and deadliest spray available ...

from a full tracking, cornering coordinates.

- Daddy like it. - Simon!

Fan girl, stop hacking me.

You suck Simon. You're going to get my boyfriend killed ...

before he can get out of jail and before he can fill me up with his hot seed!

Simon! I just wanna play you.

- Forget about that star fucker. - Shut up bitch!

So when am I going to get to meet you, for like, real?

What's that?

What's up looser?

Mum says: Go to college, move the fuck out, and ...

And, oh yeah! You're a sick retard! You're pathetic.

You smell like Jeffrey Dahmer.

- Wanna make out? - You wish.

I can't wait until they cut you out, Simian.

Your balls bitch.

- Simon? - Maybe.

Oh my God! Is really you!

- Nice. - Do you want to see our tits, Simon?

Yes, yes I do.

Now that we have your attention, here's an offer that you can't refuse.

- Here we go. - 50 million euros ...

for control of Kable.

instant transfer to the account of your choice.

Kable is not for sale, thank you.

Baby, make it a hundred ...

It's been real!

What the fuck?

If you want to talk to Kable, we can show you how.

Look at it. The new face of Slayers.

Pure, crystalized horror,

two stories high and bathed in bloody red.

He is what they want.

They love Kable.

They do now,

but when they watch their hero die right in front of their eye balls ...

so sharp and vivid ...

if feels like it could've reach out and touch the wet flesh.

They're going to change their point of view and be seduced by the power ...

.. the violence, the dominance. It's human nature.

Kable's made it through 28 battles.

Every player in the game is trying to take him out.

Yeah, Kable is a perfect soldier,

He's a tactical killing computer.

His only vulnerability is the nanex itself. The ...

delay between Simon's commands

and Kable's ability to execute.

So why should this one be any different?

Who controls him?

No one.

Get it out of me!

What the hell happened to this one?

Looks like he escaped.

Hi girls. Back to your Jazz-ercise.

That's Hackman, Hackman, Hackman, knack man.

They say he killed a whole bunch of people, man.

Killed himself all kinds of people.

And then one day, he just walks up and turns himself in ...

like he wants to be inside or some crazy shit like that.

You know what I'm saying?

So it's going to be all kinds of Slayers, man.

As long as you got motherfuckers like that running around killing ...

Kable! Let's go! Upgrades, come on.

Why don't you upgrade a brother man?

Why don't you shut the fuck up?!

Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.

Fucking, shut the fuck up.

- Who wimps? - What?

Who wimps, The player or the slayer?

I am the hand.

Someone, somewhere else is the eye.

It's tripped out, man.

Sometimes, they take over ... completely, they ...

move you around like a robot.

- But that don't work so good. - Why?

The delay.

Yeah the ping. They talk about that.

About how long it takes the Slayer to respond to the command.

Whatever they call it,

the slice of a second out there, is the difference between living and dying.

When that trigger pulls ...

.. it's just me.

Hey, Kable.

Look.

I just killed someone.

This is the blood.

Look.

He's back here.

Wanna see?

You know your head ain't on straight.

I'm going to kill you too, on Sunday.

Yeah, probably.

That's why they put me here.

I got no strings.

I got no strings, so I have fun.

I'm not tied up to anyone.

They got strings, but you can see,

there are no strings on me.

You go two whores, Kable.

- What the fuck did you say? - On the outside.

I'm sorry, I meant your pretty girls.

So you want to get back to them.

But I'm going to visit them first.

Alright.

Kable.

Kable, dude. It's me. It's me.

Who?

Simon, I'm playing you.

- How come I can hear you? - Well, it's a mod.

Gamers can't talk to cons.

I know.

It's fucking unbelievable. This is amazing.

Cool yeah?

No it's not cool.

Pay attention to the fucking game!

Okay, okay. I got it, I got it.

What are you, 12?

I'm 17 actually, thank you.

This is unbelievable.

How am I not dead yet?

Cause I'm a badass, motherfucker.

Shit!

Freak, you shouldn't be here.

- Gibs. - What?

Like giblets - Kibbles and Bits - Chunks - Pieces everywhere.

These are real humans fucker.

Death row, psychos ... so what?

They had it coming anyway, right?

I guess that goes for me too.

Yeah, but you're different.

Different, how?

I don't know, because you're my psych.

Damn new area.

Think about it Kable, all the shit we've been through together,

what an epic run, man.

It's gonna suck to see it end.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Oh yeah, I get that for you it's different.

This way.

- There's nothing there. - Trust me, kid.

It's restricted area. It's beyond the borders of the game

I couldn't put you there if I tried.

Warning.

Access denied.

Shit.

Bye, Kable.

Come on.

This kid's going to get me killed.

Dude I'm right here, man. I can hear you.

Listen to me.

I don't know who's behind it or why,

but I was supposed to die tonight. Lucky for us,

I can beat them ...

but not with you controlling me.

What the hell are you talking about?

Turn me lose, kid. You want to win? Turn me lose.

Find a way.

Bastard.

So Ms. Roth. Says here you're applying for custody of your daughter?

Delia, her name is Delia.

Spouse incarcerated. Life, without the possibility of parole.

- You use your maiden name? - Uh-huh.

My husband ... he's ...

it's not entirely true regarding his sentence.

In fact, he's due to be released soon.

Ms. Roth, your husband was charged and con ...

He was charged and convicted of first degree murder.

I can't hardly consider his release,

if it were to happen at all ... I don't think it would be a good thing.

So it's says you're an actor?

I don't know that I've seen you in anything.

I work in "Society".

It's a job.

Ms. Roth, your child has been exceedingly well placed.

The new family is very wealthy, She will never want for anything.

Now I can understand that you love your daughter.

Probably very much. But do you really think she would be better off ...

with ...

people like you?

Yes, I do. I'm her mother.

We will give your application on the consideration of merits.

Do you like the software?

Software?

The walkie-talkie, player.

No shit.

You're the guy from the TV, the Humanz.

That's right, baby.

You think about what the brother said?

To what brother do you refer, brother?

Kable wants the freedom to ass kick.

Do shit his way.

- Are you going to give it to him? - You were listening?

We see and hear everything ...

everything that goes on inside that so called game.

Alright then, Kable said we got lucky ...

They were gunning for us. What's that all about?

Kable got a past, he knows things.

Things you don't even know.

- What things? - Things that Castle is afraid of.

As long as your boy stays on the inside, Castle knows he can keep him quiet.

But if he ever got out ... Castle would never let that happen.

There's one battle left,

I think I can handle my own business, thank you very much.

You're not hearing me.

This is not something you can control.

They're gonna kill his ass, Simon.

In the eyes of the world, and then what?

You're just another poor little rich honky.

No cable, no pussy, no shit.

Look man, this ... this is too heavy. I don't even know what the hell are you talking about.

- I just play games, man. Games. - That's right.

It is a game. You want to win, don't you?

Yeah, I intend to.

Then you need to cut your strings puppet master.

Imagine a slayer that don't got to wait to be told what to do.

No ping, you dig?

That would be cheating.

A mod. That's all it would be.

You know why? Because the game's got to evolve.

- You feel me? - I do.

I do feel you my, giant brother.

Well then, let's rock baby.

Tillman ... he knows you talked to him.

Your player.

Who are you?

A friend.

I don't have any.

Listen to me.

Simon is going to give you what you want. What you asked him for.

How do you know that?

I know something else.

Whether or not he's controlling you,

you will never reach the save point.

Castle won't allow it.

We'll see.

No, you have to escape.

Your wife and your daughter need you, Tillman.

If you want to get out and see the people in the picture ...

you will have to find another way.

I need you to get me something.

What? Tell me.

Drunk.

What have you got there?

Kable, what the hell is that?

Put it down.

Put it down!

Fuck face! Throw the bottle in the trash!

Oh, I see it was a great idea turning you loose.

- What happened? - You happened!

You wanted control, you got it.

What's the matter with you, Kable? Kill something!

This is unbelievable.

Kable, listen. This is the last game ...

you're going to end up dead and I'm going to look like a total asshole ...

if you don't pull your balls together, man!

Damn it!

Kable, what the hell are you doing?

Aw, what the hell?

That's just gross, bro.

Go, go, go, go!

I'm not your fucking cheerleader!

Motherfucker!

Kable, please, please, I beg you, get back in the game.

You're screwing my ass, Kable.

This is a restricted area. Return to the battle zone.

RESTRICTED

I'm dead.

♪ Sweet dreams are made of these ♪

♪ Who am I to disagree? ♪

♪ Travel the world and the seven seas ♪

♪ Everybody's looking for something ♪

♪ Some of them want to use you ♪

♪ Some of them want to get used by you ♪

♪ Some of them want to abuse you ♪

♪ Some of them want to be abused ♪

What the fuck just happened?

Initial reports are that Kable,

the most recognizable face of the Slayers phenomenon ...

next to Ken Castle himself,

is officially listed as fragged.

Just one session away from being the first Slayer ever ...

to win a full pardon and release.

And in NetCast, fledged by technical difficulties and dead spots,

the report could not be confirmed,

however Kable, born John Tillman of Albany, New York ...

and convicted of murder just 4 years ago,

has been removed from Slayers rosters and upcoming events listings.

His player, gaming mega star, Simon Silverton,

could not be reached for comment.

Do you have a question?

Tillman left a wife on the outside, right?

- Tillman, yeah. - Find her.

Blink, activated.

She's not home.

But Castle's personal security will be, soon enough and trust me ...

- You don't want to meet them. - Who are you?

You asked me that once before.

- Your voice. - You know, you should really come with me.

Like now!

See that's why you're a fool! That's what I'm talking about!

Could you stop it with that freaking awful bullshit?

Come one man, that's why it's a game of deception, man!

That's bullshit, man! You know that's bullshit!

So you're the ones who broke me out?

- We only freed your mind. - And your ass followed.

Holly shit ... You made it!

You're really here. Kable. You're great.

- You got questions. - A few.

So she took my blood. Why?

The nanex.

It modifies the actual cell structure of your brain.

We can crack it, but it's not one size fits all. We need your DNA ...

so that we can generate custom code.

Alright, then why me?

Because Castle is afraid of you man.

It ain't just a game, Tillman. Every day there's more people stepping forward.

Want to be a part of Castle's world, throwing away everything that means to be human.

Right now is the desperate ones.

Convicts, addicts, the sick, the poor. The ones that fell through the cracks.

The federal prison system is growing out of control.

Set to bankrupt the whole damn USA,

then Castle rides in on a white horse.

Says he has a plan to bail us all out and we just fall in line?

The healthcare system is collapsing.

And this time he's pushing for total control over genetic diseases.

Birth defect is no longer an issue.

All we have to do is exchange our cells for the ones he wants to give us.

Promise of a longer life and a fatter wallet ...

- Do you think people will refuse? - Fuck no.

Then the next thing you know ...

we're all slaves.

I can't help you.

Tillman. We know where she is.

Hi, Nika.

- Oh hi. Rick Rape, right? - Rick Rape, right?

I thought you weren't allowed to come here anymore.

That was last month. I was a bad boy.

Are you still a bad boy?

- Please, don't kill me. - Please, don't kill me.

No.

- I'll do anything. - Don't say that.

Stop!

Stop! Goddamn it.

You, in there controlling ... Let her talk!

I can't she has to say what I tell her.

You can hear me. I know you can.

I love you.

I love you too.

Shut up!

Don't say anything else. I'm going to find you ...

and I'm going to rip you to fucking pieces, do you understand me?

I'm getting you out of here.

I'm going to take you to some place where you can turn it off, the program.

Hi Kable.

Look at me bitch!

Anybody in there?

Go on.

Do it.

What the fuck do we do?

I can get you out of here.

Oh shit! I can't believe it's you!

This is ... listen, Tillman, you can trust me, I swear.

If not ... you're dead!

Okay. Faster! Faster!

I guess you remember that day, huh?

You just gotten Kable through his 10th consecutive session alive.

No one ever thought an icon could last that long.

Pretty hot shit, aren't you? Kid player.

Good times.

Sure, on the outside. Now look at these.

That's what it's like on the inside.

Wonder how long you would last on the other side of the screen?

You know, Simon ... you being held here today ...

suspected of aiding an escape of a convicted murder ...

from a maximum security penitentiary.

The charges are beyond serious.

Your hard drives have been seized.

Forensics are depicting the content as we speak.

Your internet activity over the last 10 years,

is being scrutinized and cataloged.

In minute ...

vivid detail.

In addition, your father's bank accounts have been frozen,

pending further investigation.

After all, it was essentially his money that funded Mr. Tillman's escape.

Now I need you to tell me ...

everything that happened leading up to yesterday afternoon.

Anybody you talked to, everything you saw, everything you did.

And I need you to tell me that right now.

Yeah, huh ...

I'm going to need something too.

Oh really? And what might that be?

Could you guys do a sandwich like ...

peanut butter, or almond butter, walnut butter ...

huh, pecan butter, pistachio butter ...

pretty much any kind of ... you know, nut butter

with some grape jelly.

Pistachio butter.

- They make that? - It's awesome.

Now what?

Now we just put the DNA into the suit, light it up, extract it ...

a few modifying sequences into the code and ...

we're good to go.

- It's an anti-spyware program. - Basically.

We can't quarantine the foreign cells per say, but ...

we can disable their ability to transmit and receive.

Fuck that. I'll make you cut it out me.

That would be like cutting out a part of your brain.

The nanex cells replace the cells, they replicate.

They become you.

We're going to have to keep her sedated until we kill the link.

Otherwise she will be broadcasting everything she sees and hears,

30 minutes. You give us a robot ...

we give you back a super hot female.

Tillman!

We need to talk.

- So talk. - Come on.

They tested it on soldiers.

The first volunteer was a Corporal Travis Scotch.

A friend of yours, I believe.

And the second was you.

The idea was to replace your brain,

bit by bit, cell by cell.

The new tissue would never break down, never deteriorate.

A new era in human longevity, that's what they told us.

9 weeks later Scotch was dead ...

and you were serving life in maximum.

Castle's project was shut down.

But the same technology resurfaced within a year ...

in a game.

Castle called it "Society".

Tillman, listen man, whatever happened in that project, is something Castle wanted buried.

We need that shit man. What you saw, what you know.

I don't know what to tell you.

You gotta tell me shit.

I want you to show me.

Okay, we're ready to rock. Let's break the link in ...

3 ... 2 ... 1.

Who's there?

What are you doing here?

- Who are you? - Tech support.

- What are we looking at? - His memories.

Translated into raw audio-visual data.

I read something about this.

But that tech is not supposed to be available for another decade.

They'll have better shit than this in Best Buy in 18 months.

Oh, son of a bitch! John Tillman.

Man I never thought I would be so happy to see your ugly face.

Scotch.

Is it me or is this place fucked?

They got me hooked up to computers 5 hours a day.

Feed me vitamins, and pills, and god knows what ...

giving me injections, taking and giving me blood ...

These nurses are whipping my ass ... and they're male nurses too, bro!

I can't believe I let you talk me in to this.

And I'm having these, like, blackouts ... and it's scaring the shit out of me.

I don't even know how long I've been here ...

Hey man ...

Are they letting you out already, you son of a bitch?

I'm not getting out.

Okay.

Johnny ... Are you good?

I'm fine.

Man you don't look fine.

I'm sorry.

Yeah that's okay.

It's not like you ever looked that good in the first place.

What's the gun for, John?

What's happening?

Really you're scaring me man. What's the gun for?

I can't st ...

I can't stop.

Stop what? What did they do to you man?

John, stop it! You're scaring me now. Stop it.

Sorry Scotch, I ...

John, no! Don't! Stop!

Not the best commercial for Ken Castle.

He made him do it.

- Castle made him do it. - It was a test.

Cha-ching.

Excuse me, media whore.

This isn't just a story.

The whole world is splitting down the middle.

Sooner or later, everyone is going to have to take a side,

even scavengers like you!

It's you.

I missed you, so much!

You are the reason I held on.

- I love you. - Where's our daughter?

I couldn't stop them. I'm sorry.

Nobody could.

The foster parents paid good money to remain anonymous.

But there's always a data trail if you know where to look.

Where is she?

I'm sorry, Tillman.

She's with Castle.

Tillman!

That's all the story you're going to get.

Silverton, get up.

What's going on man?

Looks like someone up the chain has decided you're no longer a threat.

CHEATER

FUCK YOU CHEATER!

NANEX ACCESS DENIED

We'll find him.

Don't worry.

He'll come to us.

- Not bad for a video, huh? - What?

The latest and greatest, I defy you to tell it from real life ...

could you imagine porn on this thing?

♪ I've got you under my skin ♪

♪ I've got you deep in the heart of me ♪

♪ So deep in my heart ♪

♪ that you're almost a part of me ♪

♪ I've got you under my skin ♪

♪ I'd tried so not to give in ♪

♪ I said to myself: this affair never will go so well ♪

♪ But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well ♪

♪ I've got you ♪

♪ under my skin ♪

♪ I'd sacrifice anything come what might ♪

♪ For the sake of having you near ♪

♪ In spite of that crazy warning voice that comes in the night ♪

♪ And says these words in my ear ♪

♪ Don't you know, little fool, that you ain't never gonna win? ♪

♪ Use your mentality, where is your reality ♪

♪ But each time that I do just the thought of you ♪

♪ Makes me stop before I begin ♪

♪ 'Cause I've got you ♪

♪ under my skin. ♪

You're awesome!

Castle.

Kable.

I don't care about you.

You just want your little sugar pie, I know.

So don't do anything stupid.

My house, my rules.

Come on, I want to show you something.

I wanted to thank you for leading me to them,

the Humanz's cell, that is.

Of course sooner or later they'd be whistling my tune ...

just like everybody else, but ...

in the meantime, there's that little cracker program they dreamed up that got my attention.

That was a genuine nuisance. No doubt about it.

One thing even they didn't know, though:

I'm wired too.

I replaced 98% of my own noodle with nano-tissue years ago.

But mine's different. It's built to send,

to transmit,

whereas every other nano-cell that I've put out there,

including the ones in your head Kable,

are designed to receive.

I think it, you do it.

We're talking every Slayer, everyone in Society city.

I believe your better half would fall under that category,

provided they were within range of my transmitters.

Very nice, Castle. So you got an army of psychotics ...

and deviants to dance around for you?

You're thinking small, Kable. But not as small as me.

See, nano-cells are real small.

A thousand times smaller than these dust particulars.

You inhale it. They go to work; replicating, spreading ...

like a virus, multiplying in exponentials.

Six months time, I can have a hundred million people converted.

Ditch diggers, porn stars, and Presidents.

Not one would be the wiser.

A hundred million people who buy what I want them to buy,

and vote how I want them to vote,

do pretty much damn well anything I figure they ought to do.

For instance ...

You should have let him fight for himself.

Maybe you would've had a shot.

- I think you're missing the point, my man. - No, no, I get it.

You're pulling all the strings around here.

Which makes my next move pretty ...

Neglected to mention my smart boys reversed ...

that crack the Humanz worked for you.

Easy-breezy once I had access to their drives.

You're mine boy.

Come on, let's boogie-woogie rock & roll.

I think that badass Slayer of the game don't seem like much, does he?

Lucky shot.

Not really.

I need an audience boys ...

No, no, no, you crawl ... on your belly like a toad.

Is this bad? I'm really bad.

Is this bad? I'm really bad.

That's sweet.

Alright boys are you ready? It's time for a true test.

Just like last time, remember?

Yeah, you're stronger now, a little more fight in you ...

but I think the end result will be just about the same.

What the hell was that?

Someone from the outside is sending him commands ...

We're being broadcast live.

Jam the signal!

Goddamn retards!

We're working on it ...

I think it,

You ... fucking ... do it ...

Look at this knife ...

imagine me sticking it into your gut.

Think about it ... make it real!

Yes!

Yes!

- Are you okay? - Are you my daddy, Tillman?

I'm your daddy.

Wait.

- Shut it off. - Pardon?

The nanex.

It means nothing to you. It's just a mouse click.

Set us free.

Well played, Kable.