Nemesis

When the uplink came through with the work orders,

I had the strange feeling everything was about to change for me.

Maybe it just had something to do

With the way the world is today--

Bio-enhanced gangsters,

information terrorists, cyborg outlaws.

Everything so congested with high-tech overload,

that you start to feel a little numb.

There's an old saying in my business,

"it pays to be more than human."

I'm not so sure anymore.

Move and I'll crush your throat.

I had to be sure you weren't armed.

Can't be too careful nowadays.

There's undercover police everywhere.

Relax, baby.

Goddamn cop!

Goddamn terrorist.

See? Laundering data can be dangerous.

You break the law-- Go to hell.

That guy we passed in the hall, he's a cop.

Shit!

No problem.

Our courier's been iced by an L.A.P.D. agent.

He beat us to the data chip. We're in pursuit.

Are you sure he's L.A.P.D.?

He's a cop, all right.

Get him !

Aarghh !

Go on. Go, go, go!

Aaah !

Argh !

Ugh !

That knee was brand new.

Fuck, he's quick.

Aw, sensitive man.

Give it a rest.

You son of a bitch !

You toss your weapon aside,

and you step away,

and I'll say you were cooperative.

I don't think this is funny.

Cops are animals.

You don't know who that woman was back in the room.

You don't know who I am.

-You're a terrorist. - You're confused.

We're trying to save humankind,

And you-- You protect the machines.

No wonder you protect them.

You're mostly machine. You're not really human anymore, are you?

86.5% is still a human.

None of you is human.

Never was.

You have no idea what's going on here--

What this is really all about.

When i'm through with you, there's no way

they'll be able to put you back together.

I'm here to tell you you're finished.

You lose.

Adios.

God, ohh-hh !

This is the Los Angeles

police department.

You are surrounded.

I order the occupants of building 4-0-8-7

to exit that building

and surrender to police authorities.

Drop your weapons

and exit with your hands up-- Now.

We'll start by replacing his eyes.

Respiration scans read critical.

Human organs are at 9.8.

Fluid levels, 18.2.

You're not really human.

Mostly machine. . . You're not really human.

You're mostly machine. . . You're not really human.

You're not really human anymore, are you?

Or are you?

It took them six months

to put me back together.

Synthetic flesh, bio-engineered organs.

It always scared me that it might take out my soul,

and replace it with some matrix chip.

I ended up in this godforsaken refuge

on the edge of existence.

The kind of place where people on the run

go to be forgotten.

I was there to recuperate.

Cerveza, por favor.

Mind if I sit down?

I am Rosaria.

I'm not looking for company, lady.

I can see that, senor.

I've seen you around.

Not too many gringos come down here

without some kind of. . .

sad story.

No one's here without some kind of story.

Relax. I won't give awa Y your hideout.

What do you want?

I want to get even.

Even?

With who, senor?

You, terrorist.

-Oh, shit! - Remember L.A.?

Hey!

I wanted to tell this terrorist

that I had given a lot of thought

to what she said back in L.A.

About whether I was more machine than human.

I wanted to tell her she started me thinking.

I really wanted to tell her all this.

But she was dead.

So instead I sat there listening to the sound

of approaching jet engines.

The kind of jet engines

that L.A.P.D. used in their vehicles.

Not bad, but a little sloppy, Alex.

Looks like you're ready to go back to work.

The cyber transplants have really taken to you.

Can't tell what's real and what's synthetic.

-You'll be all machine soon. - Shut up, Pam.

Pack up, Alex. Rehab's over.

Farnsworth wants you back online.

I quit, and you tell Farnsworth that.

And if he doesn't like it,

I know he will find me and let me know.

To stop the pain.

She's right, nothing is mine anymore.

Nothing's been mine since I met you, Jared.

I didn't force you to enlist.

You and Farnsworth did not give me much choice, did you?

We got you out of prison. That was the deal.

What's wrong, Alex?

You want me to tell Farnsworth he misjudged you?

That I misjudged you?

You can't handle the job, you've lost the edge.

You've become too emotional.

I can't feel anything anymore.

You turned me into a fucking machine.

I don't know what's right or wrong.

Since when did you care?

Maybe you should take the time

to find out what you care about, Alex.

I cared about you, once.

-I'm synthetic. - That's right.

And I thought you were real.

Well, I never said I wasn't.

Look,

there's a lot of us working to make

a bad world better. Remember that.

What do you care about a better world?

You're a cyborg.

I live here, too.

That was unnecessary.

We'll never get him back now.

I'll give Farnsworth the bad news.

The next year was as grim as it gets.

I slipped into the black market network

that thrived in the New Rio grid.

I wanted to try my hand at smuggling,

but I guess I didn't really have the knack for it.

My deals-- When I could get one--

Usually ended up with someone getting dead.

Not a good thing for staying in business.

Just when I was about to give up on Brazil,

I got word this morning that some hotshot systems cowboy

wanted to see me.

It's about time, Marion.

You know you're making a simple deal very complicated.

Are you enjoying your retirement, Alex?

Still glad you quit being a cop?

I hear you've been dealing out on the line.

You've blown a lot of transactions, Alex.

Your rep in the Brazil triad is shit.

You're lucky I even took a chance on you.

So where's the japanese tech with the chip?

He'll be here. Relax.

Well. . .

Help me relax, Marion.

Pull your hands out of your pockets,

where I can see them.

See?

There's nothing up my sleeves, Alex.

Don't worry, Alex. You're not gonna die.

L.A.P.D. will put you back together.

They want you for an assignment.

Farnsworth is here.

Let's go.

I also understand the situation in Rio

was quite messy.

What are you talking about?

I saw the reports.

-How is that possible? - I have my sources, you know.

You have some nerve looking into this.

Commissioner.

Gentlemen.

He used to be one of my best ops.

Get him out of there.

So I'm still alive for a reason, right?