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They found that identical twins who were raised apart,

never even met each other,

still grew up with uncanny similarities.

Now, the study proved

what a powerful influence genetics has over us.

- Max. - But what about free will?

I mean, I'm not gonna believe that everything I am

was completely decided before I was born.

Can we choose to disobey our own drives?

This troubling question endures

as researchers continue to discover

the extent to which human behavior is preordained

by biologic and environmental influences.

I don't know.

Has being Batman just given me a suspicious nature?

Yes, but there's still something weird with Ms. Martel.

Zeta. Going back to school?

Remind me never to tick off the phone company.

Last chance to come home quietly.

I'll call you when I know what's going on.

Where's your respect for teachers?

What the...

Ohh!

Special Agent Bennet. NSA. The synthoid is ours.

Now, either help or get out of the way.

Move it. Don't lose the signal.

You're not cleared for this information.

But since it's loose on my streets,

you're going to be smart enough to tell me what I'm dealing with.

It's an advanced tactical synthoid,

Infiltration Unit: Zeta.

Designed for deep-cover ops.

Replace, interrogate, dispose.

You're not supposed to like it.

High endurance endo-frame

equipped with a full array of weapons and tools.

A holographic emitter onboard conceals the rig

while enabling Zeta to mimic its targets.

And this you people release into a school.

We didn't release it anywhere.

It stopped following orders. Ours, anyway.

Zeta was on a long-term assignment infiltrating a terrorist group.

Six days ago, it went renegade.

Why? How?

We don't know.

We think the terrorists got to its programming.

We have to assume it's obeying them now.

And that means we take it out.

In a school, on a street corner,

wherever we get the shot.

We'll cooperate however we can.

You get all that?

Guess I'm losing my touch.

I don't like this Bennet waging his war on my streets.

I trust, if you find the synthoid first,

you'll show more concern about who else gets hurt.

At least we know it's out of the high school.

Don't be so sure.

If this thing was at your school for a reason,

it might come back.

Hey, Max.

Dana, what's up?

Thought you might need a ride to Winn's study group tonight.

No, thanks. I'll see you there.

You know where Winn lives, right?

I'll get directions from her.

Him.

You said her. Winn's a guy.

Sorry. Concentrating.

What else is new?

Help! In here! Somebody help me!

Go ahead. No one can hear you.

Now let's go over everyone you know at school again.

And this time, be more thorough.

Hey, workaholic, let's get some chow.

Genoa and Swiss. Your fave.

Thanks, Terry, but I have a lot to do.

- Maybe see you after school? - You kidding?

With what's been going on, the night job's been full-time lately.

In fact, I could use your help covering with Dana.

Sure. What does she need?

Know what? I just remembered I'm free.

I will see you after school.

Signal's moving east.

It's headed for the factory district.

Get three scanner teams out there now.

Come on. Open!

Am I glad you're back.

I couldn't live another second without your charming repartee.

I must remember to practice sarcasm.

Here.

You must be hungry.

Genoa and Swiss.

Your fave.

Why so nice all of a sudden?

It is not all of a sudden.

I have taken great care not to injure you.

Being held hostage isn't exactly five-star treatment.

This detainment was necessary.

Why? What are you after?

My freedom.

This filter will disrupt my homing beacon.

They will not be able to find me again.

Those guys who are after you, they built you?

Yes. I was created for one purpose, to destroy.

I do not wish to destroy anymore.

Prove it.

If you don't wanna be a killer,

then why carry around all those weapons?

They will destroy me. I must defend myself.

Even if it means killing? You're a smart guy.

If you really don't wanna hurt anybody you'll find another way.

Now, isn't that a load off your chest?

We'll work on your sense of humor, too.

Run!

No! Wait!

Stop, both of you!

- Come on. - Hold it.

You don't understand. Zeta's okay.

What? Are you nuts?

Just give him a chance to explain.

It's a him now?

I've seen this thing in action, Max. It's a monster.

No! Zeta, he'll be killed!

You all right?

Freeze, all of you.

Zeta, no!

Get down.

I was programmed to maintain the secrecy of my own existence.

Anyone I replaced saw what I was

and could never be set free.

But you didn't wanna kill this terrorist guy?

He was not a terrorist.

His associates were terrorists.

- He was an accountant. - So he was innocent?

Yes, but that is not why I spared him.

Replacing him required that I live with his family.

I watched them experience life.

I saw his daughter ride a bicycle for the first time.

I could not deprive her father of seeing her grow

just because he knew I existed.

Wow.

So why the high school?

I needed computers and electronic equipment.

Compared to a government site, a school has little security.

And once you saw who's who at the school,

I was the natural choice.

Who'd look twice at me spending all day at the lab?

Ready to rock.

That's what I'm afraid of.

What?

Look, I really hope I'm wrong about this,

but he's been programmed to kill.

I'm not sure I can just let him go.

Ter, you heard him.

He doesn't wanna be violent anymore.

No?

Did you see him go for those lasers back at the factory?

Violence is hard-wired into him.

It's what he is.

He can fight that. I know he can.

Max, he held you hostage.

You wanna let him do that to someone else?

I'm sorry.

It was my only choice.

It's the only way I know to acquire an identity.

Well, we're gonna have to come up with another way, aren't we?

Does your memory still hold all those people you, uh, "replaced" before?

Yes.

Well, then, why not mix them up?

You know, one guy's hair, another guy's eyes.

That way, you could decide who you wanna be.

Mix them up.

I should go.

They'll have followed my last signal to this area.

Good luck, Zeta.

I still need to keep an eye on him.

At least till he's out of town.

Just give him a chance, Ter.

Still no signal. He lost us.

We'll find him.

He's not getting out of Gotham.

Now arriving on track two, Monorail Eight from Center City.

Please step away from the track.

Passenger Ann French, please meet your party...

Rail station Six, check in.

Rail Six, all clear.

Please meet your party at the east information kiosk.

Now boarding on track four, Monorail 18 bound for Dakota.

The radio said the snow was at 4,000 feet.

Isn't that kind of deep?

Ugh! Ooh!

I'm sorry. I wasn't...

What?

Target spotted. Rail station Six, southwest sector.

Freeze, tin man!

Excuse me.

He's in there.

Aah!

Come on out, Zeta.

Nobody blames you. You're malfunctioning.

Let us take a look at you.

We'll make you better again. We'll fix your programming.

Oh, Zeta, don't.

I decide who I want to be.

There it is. Fire!

Get down there.

Retrieve the synthoid.

- Come on. - Let's go.

Around this way.

He fell over here.

What was that?

I don't know. Self-destruct?

Well, start digging.

Final boarding call, Monorail 17, on track three.