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Out of the fire of Earth attraction, beyond the limits of the world, where

and machine and spirit unite.

Born by the power of lightning, into the 21st century.

It is the end of the beginning. It is the time of superforce.

You pulled the heat out of the plasma waves and froze the air.

Everyone's a rocket scientist.

Now give me that canister.

I hope you're not going to do something stupid.

That's our lives you're taking.

That's why I can't trust you with it.

Your lives aren't the only ones at stake.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Don't, Carl.

It won't do any good.

I've got to tell you what's happened.

Slate set a trap for Mary, Carl, and Joe.

They're smart. They evaded the trap and stole the nanomachines.

But then Superforce showed up.

He saved their lives and then he killed them.

What? He took the nanomachines.

Have you been talking to them?

No, the guards told me.

Eve, the guards were fast frozen and unconscious.

They couldn't have told you that.

How would you know that?

I'm a cop. I have sources.

So do I.

You're in on this, aren't you?

Yes, and I'm not ashamed of it. I can't get the looks of their faces out of my

mind when I took their canister away.

Zack, you have a decision to make. Either forget it and get on with your

or let's formulate a plan to help them.

Because of Eva, I can't forget it.

Zach.

Got hung up on the girl.

Yeah.

I really respect who she is, man.

She's got a lot of courage. Not too many people would put themselves at risk to

help someone else.

You would?

She said they were going to inject themselves with these nanomachines to

them to go in and... do what?

Undo what is more likely the question, Zack?

Without further anatomical knowledge of the plasmoid, who could say?

We would only be guessing.

You guys, when a human being dies, how does that work?

Well, death by natural causes involves the simultaneous failure of multiple

collateral and interlinked biological systems.

Well, if I get you the anatomical information, you guys can...

reprogram these nanomachines to keep them from dying, right? Well, yes.

Is it safe?

I don't know.

But certainly safer than in the hands of these plasmoids in an uncontrolled

body.

Zack, what are you doing?

I'm calling Eve.

I'm going to get the information you need.

You act surprised.

But listen, there's still time.

None of you have to die.

I talked to a cop.

Zach Stone. He's going to help us. Help us?

How does he even know about us? You didn't tell him where we are, did you?

but I told him everything else.

He knows Superforce.

He's getting the nanomachines and having them programmed at a secret lab.

All he needs... Yeah, all he needs is our names and addresses so he can send

splat group over here and arrest us. Then we can all die in a cage.

Carl, would you shut up?

It's the only hope you've got.

You're a fool.

Eve, how well do you know him? Do you trust him?

I already told him that the key is in the pituitary gland, inhibiting the

release of the death hormone.

But we need to know the specific data on the formula you're going to use to

program the nanomachines.

Where there's life, there's hope.

Okay.

Hi, Slate.

I've got to talk with you.

My assistant's not here today, so I can't check my book, but I don't think

had an appointment.

Yeah, well, we do now. What's your problem, Stone?

I got your nanomachine canisters.

Epsilon Corporation operates under a special dispensation from the Department

Technology.

We've been granted approval for the use of nanotechnology for manufacturing

purposes. Yes, I know. You manufacture disposable people, don't you?

That's right, Stone.

As if it was any of your business.

I operate strictly within the law.

We create a product. These disposable people, as you call them, are a valuable

strategic commodity.

But how would you let it sleep if somebody made you and condemned you to

the same moment?

Someone or something did.

It's just that our expiration dates are a little less certain than theirs.

So that gives you the right to play God?

Your typical stone.

Typical of all the people throughout the ages who have attacked progress on some

phony moral grounds.

Manufacturing human beings with planned obsolescence is murder.

Before I throw you out of my office, let me ask you how you'd like to work

cleaning the radioactive ballast tanks on a nuclear submarine.

Or work 6 ,000 feet below the surface of the Earth in a Guadalaine mine.

Or be a suicide soldier on the front lines of World War IV.

These non -human plasmoids.

can do all of that for us and much, much more.

And all the while making you billions of dollars in profit.

Well, that's what this country is all about, isn't it?

No.

You think you're part of something very new when really you're part of something

very old.

All you're doing is making a new class of slave.

Go peddle it someplace else, Stone.

I've got better things to do with my time than listen to this half -baked

prattle of some cop -turned -amateur philosopher.

Well, then listen to this.

I want the anatomical specifications on the physiology of the plasmoids. The

specifications are in my head. Well, you'd better write them down.

Ross slapped some pretty nasty charges against you, and I've got one of your

most trusted employees willing to testify against you in court.

You're talking about Eve, aren't you? That's right.

She can't testify.

Why not?

Because she's a plasmoid.

What are you talking about? She's a plasmoid.

I created her with the rest of them.

That's very good.

See, you're a liar, Slade.

I've talked to her. I know about her past.

She grew up in a farm in Indiana.

Yeah, I know.

I created that past.

plans. She's a masterpiece.

My best work ever.

I don't believe you.

Wait a minute, Stone.

I've got something for you.

You see, the whole path.

It'll make an interesting study for me.

I hired three out -of -work screenwriters to dream it up. Some of it

racy stuff, but don't worry.

None of it really happened.

I didn't know if she was my enemy.

She wasn't.

She thinks it's all true.

She doesn't know she's a plasmoid.

You look like you just lost your best friend.

What's that?

A life.

E .B., what's it like being you?

That's a strange question.

And one that I'm not sure I can answer. I mean, when you access a memory from

the real E .B. Hungerford, does it seem real, like you experienced it?

I am the real E .B. Hungerford, Zack.

Did you program the nanomachines?

Yes, quite successfully.

Zack, we're not sure if this is going to work.

What do you mean?

It has to work!

Zack, relax.

Now, there's a good chance these little things will do the trick.

But there's a possibility that the death hormone inhibition would only be part

of the puzzle.

All the different physiological systems are interdependent and interlinked.

Just like in our bodies.

The mechanic is only as good as his parts manual.

Did you get those specifications?

There aren't any.

They're in Slate's head.

What?

Well, then bring up the head of Anwar Slate.

If that's what it takes.

I will.

Here they are. All programmed according to the data

you gave me.

Thank God.

I knew I could count on you, Zach.

Might not be enough.

More than enough.

No, you don't understand.

See, my friends down at the lab said that it could get complicated.

There's a cascading effect that might involve other hormonal systems.

At least, despite the time.

That's the way it is. I mean, even for you and me.

Mom, we gotta go. You gonna take me?

Of course. I told you, I trust you.

But, Eve, there's something I have to tell you.

I know.

I feel the same.

Uh, it's something bad.

But I still have to tell you.

Was there someone else?

No.

God, no.

I talked with Slate, and, uh, he said that you... That I what?

You're going to have to inject yourself with the nanomachines.

What are you talking about?

Eve.

You're a plasmoid.

Slate told you that?

I can't believe him.

You don't like cats.

When you were seven years old, you found a little baby bird in the bushes by

your house. It had fallen from its nest.

You tried to catch it, but the cat got to it first and ate it right in front of

you.

You cried all night.

And you said a secret prayer for the soul of that baby bird.

You didn't tell anyone.

Not even your mother.

How do you know that?

Unfortunately, I know it all.

It's a story. It never really happened.

Why are you telling me this?

Because it's true.

Because I love you.

Because I want you to know so that you'll inject yourself with these

nanomachines.

And live.

And live?

Oh, Joe.

Oh, Joe, I'm so sorry.

It was bad.

Are they ready?

Bring it here.

Or another.

But... Come on,

hurry up.

Where's Carl?

He's gone after Slade.

What?

No!

I couldn't stop him. We need Slade alive!

Don't try.

You're Carl, right?

You know who I am.

I won't engage in any discussion until you put the gun down.

Oh, there's no need to talk.

I've come here to kill you.

You've built death into me.

You're a murderer.

You should die.

That's ridiculous.

Before me, you were nothing. You didn't exist.

I gave you life. Life? You didn't give me life.

You gave me a taste of life.

But you didn't give me enough time to figure it out.

You didn't give me time to live.

Before you die, I'm curious.

What does it feel like to kneel before your creator?

You've got to find out!

Oh, God, I want more life.

I came as soon as you called. I was too late. They're

both dead.

Slate was our only hope.

What do we do now?

We don't need to do anything. How do you feel?

I don't know.

I'm so shaken.

You look fine. You look just fine.

The nanomachines must be working.

Let's go get Joe, all right?

Come on.

Look, you're still alive.

And there's still some time.

Let me take you down to my friends at the lab. Maybe they can... God, stop it.

It's too late.

There's a cascading hormonal effect I'm gonna die

Eve, come on.

You'll get wet.

I want to feel the rain.

I just want to feel it.

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