And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked, they shall be one...
with the man in the
wind and the west moon.
When their bones are picked
clean and the clean bones gone...
they shall have stars at elbow and feet.
Though they go mad, they shall be sane.
Though they sink through the
sea, they shall rise again.
Though lovers be lost, love shall not.
And death shall have no dominion.
Once upon a time...
there were humans and robots...
and a Great World War.
On the last day of the war...
a robot soldier named Omega Doom...
fought a human soldier of another army.
The bullet struck Doom in his program...
destroying his memory
and prime directives.
The dark epoch had arrived.
And what was left were
ruins and the robots...
who fragmented into rival gangs
and challenged each other...
for control of what remained.
Then a new threat arose.
The robots discovered a
few humans had survived...
and were intent on reentering the world.
The robots believed there were
vast hidden arsenals of guns...
that would help them overcome the
crude weapons they were forced to use.
Finding the guns would
enable the robots...
to defend themselves at long range...
from the approaching humans.
On a good day...
I feel fortunate.
On a bad day...
Bad days don't exist.
This isn't funny. Don't
you think you could stop?
Don't kick me anymore, please!
Let me put it another way. If you
continue to kick my head, I'll break.
If I break, your fun is over, see?
Two different gangs,
sleeping under the same roof.
Interesting.
Hey, Marko, that guy
looks like big trouble.
I'd pay attention to
him. Forget about me!
You can always come
back and kick me around!
Hey! Stranger!
Over here!
What are you, deaf?
Over here!
Right down here!
Right down here!
Right.
Bingo. All right.
You're not blind.
So how's the weather down there?
Looks like we might be in for some snow.
Considering we're in a nuclear winter,
I'd say chances are pretty good.
You're looking for action, aren't you?
Looks like you've had about enough.
Hey, hey, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Stop!
Aren't you the least bit
curious about this place?
Well, you've got your Roms on
one side. They love to kill.
You've got your Droids on
the other. They hate the Roms.
So the question is why
aren't they fighting?
- What's on your mind?
- Well, you know...
I always pace when I think.
And right now, all I can do is roll.
Now, if I could only find
somebody to help me out...
You don't want this one?
- Nope.
- That's an antique.
Yep.
Well, a little shorter
than I'm used to...
but it'll do nicely.
The Droids used my body for spare parts.
Unfortunately, I was still using
it at the time of the transaction.
It looks like the morph
circuits are still functioning.
You can link up, if you're compatible.
Are you kidding? Compatible
is my middle name.
Ow! Ease me down. You gotta match it.
Down.
Easy.
Well, there you go.
This'll take a minute.
Thanks. Thanks a lot.
I've been decapitated for almost a year.
I was a teacher Drone
headed for Las Vegas.
I heard there was a human community
they were trying to start up.
It was probably just another wild
rumor. But I thought, what the heck?
Maybe I can actually teach again...
and help rebuild this planet.
Excuse me.
I'm stabilizing. Yes, indeed.
Now that really pisses me off...
him fixin' up my soccer ball like that!
I'd ask you to calm
down, but I know better.
A very interesting
situation, don't you think?
Roms: late-model warrior hardware,
the ultimate in killing machines.
Droids: slightly older
hardware, equally lethal.
They have less memory, but are good
at adapting to any combat situation!
Whoa!
They hated each other during the war.
And yet here they sit,
watching, waiting, watching...
waiting, watching, waiting, watching...
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
who's the fairest of them all?
Who are they waiting for?
Well, friend...
they're both here
lookin