Future Fear

Oh, God.

Uh.

What is that?

Oh, God.

Otis, Otis?

Do you read? It's Click.

Come in.

Hey, hey, hey, Click. Right here.

What's going on?

Otis, I think this is it.

I think we found what we're looking for.

That's fantastic.

Just keep me updated.

I think it's some sort of video archive system.

I'm going to try and get it up and running.

You sound anxious.

Did you run into any trouble down there?

Ooh, now we're talking.

What is this?

Oh.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Yeah, possible hostile contact in sector 3. Standby.

Charles, contact confirmed.

Shit.

Hey.

Really?

Yeah, we got the bodies out.

Otis, come in.

I got it up and running.

You're not gonna believe what I found.

This is the discovery of the year.

Madam Chell's Red-Light District Cathouse.

It's spring across the Southern Sector,

which means two things:

Transfer students

are boarding drop ships

for the lunar colony education cycle,

and it's time to watch out for those egg sacs

because the Trioxin 245 spiders are hatching.

Let's send it out to Aurora Hakiki who has more.

They look like regular

- mark 5 arachnids, - Mm.

but Trioxin 245 enhanced spiders are not garden pests.

They're rad, they're deadly, and they are growing

in record numbers this cycle.

Old Town and Red District are taking the highest hit,

travel advisories are in effect.

Kay, back to you.

Fucking trash!

389 credits.

Hi.

If you're with the National Protection Services,

you have to tell me or it's entrapment.

Great! Then you need to fuck a hooker!

Yay!

Wow. That's direct.

Then come on down

to Madam Chell's Red-Light District Cathouse.

So go ahead and set up an appointment today.

Madam Chell's Red-light District Cathouse.

Hi.

I would like to set up polite intercourse with a girl.

That'll be 500 credits for one hour.

Ooh! What can I get for 389 credits?

We just happen to have

a super saver package discount today

for our less discerning customers.

Ooh, what do I get for that?

Agnosexual encounter, a half and half.

And a pat on the head.

Great.

Come on down to the Raspy Beef Hotel, room 89.

Don't knock. One hour.

Put your thumb on the scanner.

Not enough credits.

I cost 389.

I had 389,

but I had to take the people mover to get here,

and I bought us both hot dogs.

You agreed to 389.

Well I'm sorry I wasted your time.

Did you want your hotdog?

How much do you have?

- 250. - All right.

Give me that.

What do I get for 250?

Um, sex.

Oh, yeah. Big daddy.

You feel so good.

You wanna get on top?

Pew, pew, pew, pew!

- - Fuck me!