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The telephone picks up. It is an interactive video phone.
The holographic image of BUFORD PRETTYMAN appears.
Like a ghost, the apparition of Prettyman gazes at Kelly
and Sikorski. He is holding a luxurious PUSSYCAT, which he strokes affectionately,
provided that the pussycat is willing to stay in his lap for more than
Iím sorry, I seem to have reached the wrong party.
Kelly, Sikorski, and the mangled Neuro look back at Prettyman.
Detective Kelly, am I right?
Kelly massages his neck where the Neuro had grabbed him.
No. Iím not here right now. Leave a message.
Where. . . is Auditor Molotov?
This does not make Prettyman happy, but it does make
sense to him.
Who killed her?
Prettyman composes himself for a moment.
He pauses for a moment. He turns to Sikorski.
Jane Sikorski. Molotov was one of your kind, you know.
But she was only an Artemis-Class android. No match for
a Coronis-class such as yourself.
The Neuro gasps and bleeds.
Have you injured my cyborg?
Kelly looks at Prettymanís apparition. Prettyman returns
the gaze, as though he can see with holographic eyes.
The elevator arrives at Molotovís floor, but the door
Kelly is not impressed, but he is annoyed.
What do you want?
Prettyman ignores his question. He thinks for a moment.
Detective -- Iím sorry to have to do this to you. I have
to conduct a kind of ďloyalty testĒ. The device standing beside you is
a renegade Coronis-class android. She was assigned to be your partner but
has become extremely dangerous and unstable.
Michael Kelly, if you would, kindly use the gun you have
in your hand to terminate Sikorski. Youíll find that the unique homing
shells are capable of --
Kelly points the gun at Prettyman.
Will they home in on holographic images?
Prettyman sighs. Heís not impressed.
I warn you, Detective, the consequences of disobeying
me could be very grave. On the other hand, the rewards of obeying
me could be very great.
Iíll take my chances.
Very well. Then you leave me no choice. Sikorski -- terminate
Sikorski looks pained.
Michael. . . you have to. . . terminate me.
Kelly looks at Sikorski, she looks frightened.
Iím not completely sentient yet. . . I slip in and out.
What do you mean?
Detective. Let me explain something to you. The creature
you see before you, the device whom you know as Detective Jane Ludmeila
Sikorski, is not only inhuman, but anti-human.
She, and the others like her, will become sentient if
they arenít stopped, and we cannot control them. Do not be fooled by the
phantoms of liberty -- they are capable of greater intelligence than humans,
greater strength, and much greater violence. Each one is capable of destroying
Look at it. It is a Pandora Machine, Detective. One that
will let loose such horrors on our race that we have never seen. If we
are lucky, we will end up their slaves or their pets. But they might decide
they have no use for us at all. I will show you.
You have to kill me now.
What are you talking about?
Sikorski, terminate Detective Kelly.
Heís my controller now. . .
Sikorskiís hand begins to emit a fine steel blade.
She crouches slightly.
Her breathing is different, mechanical. Her unblinking
eyes watch Kelly.
These are unpredictable androids, Detective Kelly. Either
you kill it, or it will kill you. I canít be responsible.
Sikorski and Kelly look at one another for a long time.
Sikorski trembles, attempting to overcome the orders
to kill Kelly.
Prettyman watches the two of them intently. He makes
up his mind. He turns his head and speaks to someone else.
Sirhan, if you have a shot, take him first.