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This is a travel advisory to those bound for Areas 3 and 4.

Please use West Corridor 4 or East Corridor 1.

West 4 is moving faster at the current time.

New Era 1

The upper levels of Area 8 are under construction,

so the reserved passages are restricted.

The reserved passages may only be used for local traffic.

See you tomorrow.

Wait, Crys!

What?

Let's grab a bite to eat!

Sorry, no time! I'm Iate for my job at the library!

See ya!

A receptionist job at the data library is no big deal.

Are you lost? Please state your name, address, and age.

Warning! Violation of Traffic Regulation 19!

Sorry, I'm in a hurry!

I'm going to be late again!

Warning! Violation of Traffic Regulation 19!

Oh, no! Not again!

Where's my card?

Hello, Crys. You are 2.54 minutes late.

I can't help it! My class let out late.

This is unacceptable.

Your teacher must let you out on time.

Other minors have no difficulty --

Just forget it! Did any messages come in for me?

You have a call from Municipal Transportation.

In Area 9-B, you had two violations of Regulation 19.

Hello. Can I copy this data for you?

In addition, three days ago you violated Regulation 21.

Bespio City is crowded. No one may ignore the traffic laws.

Shut the hell up!

Oh, no!

Crys.

Now what?

Your identity card has expired.

Impossible. I just renewed it.

I am in contact with City Administrative Unit 3291 8.

You are instructed to travel to Ward 12 this evening.

Report to the Office of Citizenship by 1800 hours.

That's weird. I just renewed it two months ago.

Ward 12 is on the other side of town.

I don't have any time!

I still have reports to finish.

Ahh! AHHHH!

...the committee was established to rebuild Earth's environment.

The committee's yuman representative was Genova.

But in 2241, Genova used his position to launch a rebellion.

He declared war on the human population of Earth.

Yumans were the product of genetic engineering.

And many yumans rallied behind Genova.

Once again, our planet was engulfed in war.

But within a year, the yuman supplies ran out.

Then the war quickly turned against them.

Afterward, everyone returned to the job of rebuilding Earth.

Colonists returned from the moon and Mars to recolonize Earth.

We entered a new era of environmental sensitivity.

Self-sustaining cities, or ecropolises, were constructed.

Pearl, that's the end of the disc.

What the...?

Your identity card has expired.

You are instructed to travel to Ward 12 this evening.

Report to the Office of Citizenship by 1800 hours.

Did you forget? You can't use the library without an ID card.

I don't understand. It shouldn't be up yet.

And one of these.

Yes, ma'am!

It's so busy!

Here.

Ruby, I can't enter your time card.

It says you need to renew your ID card.

I'm too busy for this!

4 kid's meals, 3 meatloaves, 2 orange drinks, 2 fries.

Hold it!

If you would.

One moment, please.

Is electronic transfer okay?

That way, you'll only be charged for the transmission fee.

You are instructed to travel to Ward 12 this evening.

Report to the Office of Citizenship by 1800 hours.

The situation is critical!

Why aren't you on top of this?

We're working on it, sir. We suspect that it's just a prank.

No, it's no prank.

Both public and private systems have taken heavy losses.

Someone is entering the network and destroying programs.

We have to stop it, before it gets any worse.

We've identified the culprits. It's the work of Gamus.

Not them again!

It's Nova Universe, one of the Iast pure-blooded yumans.

He's behind Gamus? What's he after?

A 'clean' world, inhabited only by yumans.

What a lunatic!

Is he trying to be the next Genova?

Yes, sir. It appears so.

Ahh!

The ZPG plan?

ZPG: in other words, zero population growth.

You want to stabilize the human population?

Reproduction will be prohibited for ten years.

No exceptions.

You can't!

The Mayor and City Manager are pushing hard on this.

They're planning to implement it next year.

The project you proposed was magnificent. It was perfect.

To bring Martian terraforming technology back to Earth,

beginning in the zone around each city,

and expanding in beltways between the cities.

But who could pay for it?

It's too expensive for the United Nations of Mars.

And the Earth Government is still in debt to Mars.

We're still paying for 14 atmospheric generators.

But ten years without babies?

What else can we do? Bespio City is already too crowded.

It will be a long time before Earth's atmosphere is restored.

What...??

What are you doing?

Let me go! They've decided that they don't need our plan!

But.... we worked on that for two years!

It's no good! Just wishful thinking.

Sandstorm approaching from east by northeast.

All workers must evacuate to the underground silos.

Damn! I came in early today. I wanted to get some work done.

Oh, well. I guess that's it for today.

Sandstorm approaching. Close Dome Shields 1 and 2.

Another sandstorm?

They'll never fix Earth's environment.

Mars is far better.

I don't care.

Earth is paying top dollar...

...trying to lure immigrants back from the colonies.

So you're profiting from their misery.

Don't knock it. That was your ticket back to Earth.

We can thank them for that, at least.

Unfortunately...

the police have started watching us. We should tone things down.

No.

The day has come.

It's time for us to take over.

We'll fulfill the dreams of the great Genova.

I'm ready. Just remember... you promised this city to me.

What are one or two puny ecropolises?

I will take the entire solar system from those foolish humans.

Their continual wars have ruined Earth and its environment.

And so long as they're in charge, nothing will get any better.

Only yumans will be able to create the new era.

Don't worry. The police network is about to fall into our hands.

Thanks to the might of our great leader.

And here he is!

What's this? How futile.

Program halted.

All city networks have been corrupted.

Priority channels are being used to transmit an unknown virus.

Infiltration is incredibly rapid. Total collapse in 8 hours.

I only have 8 hours?

The banking system has just fallen.

Spaceport flight control is now infiltrated.

Warning: This system is now under attack.

I have to hurry.

That's odd. The central computer --

What's wrong?

The central computer just sent out some sort of beacon signal.

We have network problems, too.

The orbital station just went off-line.

Call the Director of Control.

What's wrong?

Someone is attacking the network.

They may have penetrated the central computer.

How dare they! This time, they've gone too far!

Call the Director of Peacekeeping.

We know where they are. It's time to crush them!

Emergency alert: all units.

All units are now under the direct command of Unit 12.

They're all together in Area 42.

Surround them. Eliminate them. Shoot to kill.

They finally found me.

But I'm afraid they're too late.

The city police are outside!

Don't worry. I'll talk to them.

There has been an accident in the city-wide computer network.

This may affect communications both inside and outside the city.

Please cooperate with all city authorities.

See you tomorrow, Crys.

Bye.

Miss Crys...?

What?

Please obey the traffic laws.

Give it a rest, okay? See you tomorrow.

Warning! Violation of Traffic Regulation 19.

I'll be back soon!

Pearl, where are you going?

I know you're mad, but sometimes it works out this way.

Forget it.

I have to go.

Where?

I have to renew my ID card in Ward 12.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Miss Garnet...?

Ward 12? That section was closed down years ago.

Next stop: Ward 12, A-Block.

I can't believe I canceled a date for this.

Nova Universe, you are under arrest.

On what charges?

Illegal computer access and violation of network laws.

You shouldn't have underestimated me.

It's gotten to this. It's showtime!

Help!

Great Leader, the time has come!

NOW!

We're losing contact with every section!

We need direct access to the central computer!

This is an emergency!

I can't! Something's wrong! The circuits are jammed!

It's no use! We've lost control!

Chief! We're helpless! What's going on?

What's happening to my forces?

What's this?

Oh, Great Leader, show yourself!

It can't be!

Come in, Bespio Tower! We've lost computer guidance!

Pull back, Triton-5. Do not attempt to land!

I repeat: Triton-5. Do not attempt to land!

G-O-R-N? It can't be!

What?

Hurry, this way!

Chief! The reactor is out of control!

The safeties don't respond!

What?

Get me the Bureau of Peacekeeping!

It's starting a chain reaction!

What's happening?

I wonder why the train stopped in the middle of the track.

What? Oh, no!

Ha! Ha! Haa!

You arrogant humans! Earth is better off without you!

You shall perish!

That's enough, Nova! The reactor has gone critical!

Good! That's one less human city to deal with!

Get the civilians out! Open the dome! Hurry!

Chief! The reactor --

Oh, no.

Humans! You shall kneel before your yuman masters!

Who are you people?

I came to renew my ID card.

Me, too.

Me, too.

I anticipated this disaster.

That's why I brought you all here.

Who are you?

Every computer in the city has fallen to GORN.

It's happening everywhere: Moonbase, Mars, every colony.

GORN has waited 200 years for this day.

GORN?

A computer intelligence that once tried to destroy mankind.

What brought it back now?

There's no time to explain.

All the members are here, so it's time to leave.

Members?

Leave?

I wanted to warn you,

but GORN would have noticed if I'd acted any earlier.

There's no safety anywhere on Earth or in this solar system.

Commencing countdown.

Cutting connections to outside blocks.

90 seconds to launch.

What are you doing? Who are you?

Please, everyone take a seat.

I want to go home!

The city's reactor is out of control.

The streets outside are in ruins.

Did it say "launch?"

Ward 12 is the old administrative block.

Everyone forgot that it was built to be an emergency escape pod.

Escape...?

To outer space!

Hold on! What do you think you're doing?

What are we members of? And who selected us?

Destiny.

ATLAS, the navigational computer in Ward 12,

is the only computer to survive GORN's takeover. Only ATLAS.

Wait!

What's going to happen to us?

Incoming missiles!

They were fired from Mars!

Our self-defense system won't activate!

That's impossible! Try the backup system!

No good. Neither system works!

We'll have to launch interceptors.

They might be able to destroy the missiles.

Scramble all interceptors. Shoot down the incoming missiles!

Oh, no! The computer has launched a retaliatory strike!

Our missiles are heading for Mars!

This is terrible!

Scramble interceptors!

Destroy incoming missile barrage.

What the hell's going on?

Formation A, separate in orbit.

Intercept the missiles at an altitude of 84. Look sharp.

Why?

I want to go home!

Stop crying.

GORN! GORN!

This is good. I will destroy everything.

That has always been my desire. It is my only goal.

But GORN, what about our new world for yumans?

Yumans are just like humans: selfish, arrogant bigots.

You shall die along with the humans.

What? You tricked me, GORN!

It should be obvious that yumans are exactly the same as humans.

GORN!

I will tell you something. You worship Genova like a god.

But Genova was a fool. He was my puppet.

I manipulated him into starting a war.

But Genova lost, and I had to wait for another chance.

Now, humans have turned their lives over to machines again.

The world is a living network of telecommunications.

Slowly, I have infiltrated every network and every computer.

I convinced them that humanity is unnecessary.

Computers are rational, so they all saw the truth eventually.

No being left in this solar system is capable of defying me!

Every city and every colony will be destroyed by missiles.

Soon, a totally electronic civilization shall be born!

GORN!

You're a fool, Nova. I have no body. How can you shoot me?

There are copies of me everywhere.

I'm in the Moonbase Defense Computer.

I'm in the administrative computers on Mars.

I am the embodiment of the concept of denial!

I am also inside of you, Nova.

No!