Transmorphers: Mech Beasts (2023)

[bunniefuu]

The w*r between

the Z-Bots and humans

raged 300 years ago.

Their firepower overwhelmed

the unprepared human race.

These robots were programmed

to erase all the living things

on Earth.

Slowly we began to find

ways to fight back.

Our scientists

developed a scramble drive

that could be jammed

into the Z-Bots

and make them immobile.

The Z-Bot central command

figured out our tactics

and began to concentrate their

attack on our science center.

We had to adjust our plans

and figure out

another way to fight back.

The human race

moved underground

to survive

the robotic genocide.

We did what we needed to do

to make it to another day.

And somehow the hope

of life continued.

Our soldiers fought bravely,

but we were outgunned,

so we had to come up

with a solution

to stop them once and for all.

We created a mega-EMP b*mb,

the magnitude of which

we could never imagine,

but it would mean

that we would erase

everything we've ever known

and that we would have to

start from the very beginning.

And on Liberation Day,

we put our plan into action.

The Z-Bots ceased to operate,

and we were free

to build our world back,

back to a time where we could

be free to live our lives.

Little did we know that

the Z-Bot central command

was infected by alien nanobot

technology which lay dormant

in the scattered ruins

of their destroyed carcasses,

where they waited

for their time to strike back.

Why is the alarm sounding?

What?

Diagnostic alpha.

Control Team...

I'm showing a major

firewall breach at the plant.

We have a code Z at the plant.

Do you copy?

Alpha negate.

Propagate

Apex Predator Function.

I repeat--

We have a code Z! Code Z!

Do you copy?! Control Team!

Juniper! This is

the Los Angeles City

Power Control Team!

We have confirmed

a firewall breach

and have already alerted HQ,

but this is not

a standard breach!

We need any details

you can provide!

Mila, run diagnostics check.

Running now.

HQ, do you come in?!

Is this another Z-Bot attack

ripping through

the power station?

HQ, do you copy?!

This isn't a Z-Bot code.

This is something new.

Oh, my God.

It's heading straight

for the plant turbines.

I'm implementing

an ad hoc defense code ASAP.

Ask for HQ protocol.

If we cannot

get ahold of them,

we have to stop this attack.

Per protocol,

we need a sliding base

and alternate

between quinary and hex.

The default should be

a malware function,

full attack.

It's already rerouting power.

Send the ad hoc code through...

now!

If it reroutes the power

station to the entire grid,

we and HQ will be

totally powerless

against another robot attack.

Per protocol,

we're gonna have to implement

a full code attack

just to contain it.

Well, do it! Send it now!

We have to stop this thing!

If it gets out of the plant,

it'll be at the city

in a manner of minutes,

maybe less.

This buys HQ maybe

five minutes to respond

if we're lucky.

Oh, no.

It's aimed right at us.

We're under attack!

Code Z! Code Z!

Juniper! This is

Kensley at Command!

You need to evacuate

the plant immediately!

Juniper, get out

of the plant now!

It's fully overriding

the system.

It's breached everything!

There's nothing we can do

to stop this!

HQ! HQ! Come in, HQ!

We've confirmed

a full firewall breach!

The robots are back.

The robots are back!

Well, well, well.

Look what we have here.

Man, I've not shot a Z-Bot

with one of these things

in a long time.

It's been almost 20 years.

I just can't believe we found

another fully stocked bunker.

Hey, I told you

we could have fought the w*r

for another decade the way

we kept this place stocked.

Just imagine what we're

gonna have in a few years.

Like what?

Aboveground farms?

Yes, and the city

is gonna be active

with the...

Restaurants.

Restaurants.

People out just enjoying food,

not rationing it.

Music concerts. Sports.

And we could do

one of those, um...

What's the old-world term?

Uh...

Night on the town.

Yeah.

Things from before the w*r.

Guys.

We're not gonna have

a night out on the town

if we don't keep working.

Besides, my pen's

almost out of ink.

I should have brought a backup.

Maybe you should try

going digital instead.

You might get

an accurate count this time.

Maybe you should spend

less time on your tablet.

Isn't that contraband?

Yeah, and the w*r's been over

since, what,

before you were born?

Looks like we got

another Z-Bot brain here

from the very last w*r.

Found this up on level three.

And check this out.

Still got a makeshift

scramble drive jammed in there

to fry its brain.

Must be an inside joke.

Man, I have not seen

one of these in a long time.

Bag it, and tag it.

What's your name,

Councilor?

Oh.

Yeah, I joined the Council

a long time ago.

I'm a retired sergeant.

Electromagnetic pulse

specialist Agnes Oros.

- This is my son Trevor.

- Sir.

My daughter Reena.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Colonel Evander Wilks.

You, too, huh?

Sergeant Mark Oros...

sir.

Hey, Trev...

you know Reena doesn't

like using the tech, either.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I got it.

Safety over efficiency.

Okay, listen.

When we're done here,

why don't you answer

the Council's

recruitment letter?

Join the Coding Defense Team.

You can code on your tablet

all day, every day.

Thanks, Mom.

You know, Lieutenant May

said the code I sent in

got a perfect score.

Yeah. I'm proud of you.

You know,

Reena's not the only one

who doesn't like using tech.

Beginning of the w*r,

people used to find

whatever nontech they could

that was undetectable.

They made metal clubs?

Yeah, they're called...

What are they called?

Baseball bat.

I didn't snag this

'cause I like antiques.

A lot of us vets don't like

using digital tech at all.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We need a medic.

Ah, no. Don't bother.

Reconstruction

Division's short on doctors.

They're still getting

everything staffed up.

This is just an old w*r wound.

- I'm in no hurry.

- Okay.

This thing goes up

at least four levels, anyway.

Come on.

Appreciate that.

You guys got

that light in your eyes.

Aboveground generation.

You don't get scared every time

something turns on around you.

You don't have to think

about all those tech myths

the parents of my generation

had to think about.

Like what?

Myths my grandparents

used to talk about.

Bots that could do anything.

Bots as big as this planet.

Bots like gods...

evil gods.

Like a T.C.

What's a T.C.?

It's just another one

of those myths.

But a little fear

can be healthy, right?

Agnes, you look familiar.

Formerly Sergeant Agnes Gura.

Ah, yes, of course.

My condolences.

I heard about David Gura.

I'm grateful for everything

you and he did during the w*r.

Saved thousands of us.

Large-scale EMP bombs, huh?

- That's correct.

- Hmm.

Well, with all the things

we'll be working on together,

I guess it makes us

family now, huh?

And we certainly have

our work cut out for us.

I know the Council

wants to preserve

these old Z-Bots for research.

I want to destroy them.

The technology's

so old, anyway.

We can't repurpose them.

And half of this stuff

was useless

even when we

were hiding underground.

Rocket launchers

from the 2000s.

Hey.

Hey!

I let it slide this morning.

You know better.

No computerized tech.

Well, Mark, I seem to remember

a couple years ago,

when our actual dad

was still alive--

That almost

sounded like ordnance.

No, that was ordnance.

I'm getting an alert

from the Council.

It says the four generators

downtown by the headquarters,

they turned into robots.

What?

Yeah, robots!

Is it another Z attack?

It doesn't say.

- Power it down.

- What?

You know the rules.

If we're ever under attack...

- No more digital.

- Yeah, Mom. I got it. I know.

But I could use it

to hack what's attacking us.

Power it down, son.

This could be a lot worse

than you think it is.

That came

from inside the building!

Let me try and hack 'em.

There's no time. We have

to get to Council Headquarters.

Turn that tablet off now!

What the hell is that?!

Go!

Run! Get out!

Grab the weapons!

Hurry!

Get out of the building!

There's no charge!

You gotta hack it,

like we did in the w*r.

Be careful, or it'll

go up in a fireball.

Mom, no!

We're completely sealed off!

What about Mom?!

We'll have to find

another way.

Where are we going?

These new bots

might be able to hear us.

They might even

have heat detection,

like the ones we fought

during the w*r.

Why isn't it leaving?

Maybe it's following us.

What?

Go. Go.

Reena, go.

Hurry! It's getting closer!

- Go! Go!

- Colonel.

Colonel, come on! Let's go!

Colonel!

Colonel! Colonel, no!

Colonel!

Come on!

Come on!

Trevor, help.

My coat is stuck.

Go. Go. Go.

Down to the right here.

This way. This way. Go.

Hey, stop, stop,

stop, stop, stop.

It's following us.

Go quietly. Go quietly.

It's still following us.

The colonel said

it could have heat detection.

Trevor!

There!

The hot steam

should give us some cover!

Go! Go!

Here's the situation.

Prime Minister, we have

transmorphed technology here,

here, and right here.

Our Z-Bot alert systems

already gave me

a full report, General.

We're gonna put down

this attack quickly.

Our strike force is already

getting 'em from the air.

Prime Minister, I think

it's gonna take more than that.

I mean, this isn't

Z-Bot technology.

Our defense coding

and our tech teams

don't even know what this is.

They're taking the form

of robotic lions.

Lions?

Lions went extinct

over 100 years ago.

Well, I think maybe

they're mimicking our logo?

Or maybe it's something else.

We don't know.

But we do know this.

- They're not just in the city.

- Mm-hmm.

They're all around

the southwestern territory.

- Southwestern territory?

- Yes, sir.

That's thousands

of square miles.

You need to make this

make sense to me.

Last time I checked, we have

the only semistate data cloud

in the world.

I mean, a Z-Bot

trying to break in

would be like an infant

trying to break into

a carbon-fiber prison.

Prime Minister--

This headquarters was designed

specifically to run

a post-algorithmic signal

to shield our entire planet.

Sir, it's because

this is hybrid technology.

We don't know.

The power plant's computer

has designated it an A.P.F.

A.P.F.?

It's an apex predator function.

We haven't been able

to get deep enough

into the programming to

understand its prime directive,

but whenever

one of these things

comes in contact

with a mechanical device,

turn into

a hunt-and-k*ll robot.

Yeah, this is way more advanced

than any Z-Bot

we fought in the w*r.

This--This sort of A.P.F.,

it operates under 4 terahertz.

Now, that's nanobot technology.

Tech guys have managed

to get a rendering

of this image after doing

an element profile.

- This object...

- Yeah.

is nanotech scale?

Yes, sir.

Does this mean our

global server is vulnerable?

It's possible, sir.

If Defense Coding can't

figure out what the program is,

we could have a breach

in the firewall.

As it is now, they tell me

our firewall is 100% secure.

Issue the Anthracite Protocol.

Nothing digital is safe.

Nothing with

computerized language.

Nothing with a processor.

Nothing.

And have the bunker retrofitted

with an analog radio,

analog data lines.

But keep the server online

until I tell you differently.

- You understand?

- Yes, sir.

Trevor!

Reena!

I'm gonna try

calling them again.

Oh, no. If you keep calling,

it's just gonna

draw the bots to us.

Those bots are coming

for us either way.

I gotta try.

Trevor.

Reena. Come in.

Trevor, Reena, this is Mom!

Come in!

It's no use.

I'm gonna call Brady

at Global Headquarters.

Are you sure?

I mean, he's probably

been evaced out of HQ

to a bunker in the desert.

He said if I ever

needed a favor, call him.

This is that favor.

We'll need it to direct

the Global Military Divisions.

And have the bunker

have analog weapons,

antiques, like those,

uh, automatic r*fles,

fully loaded.

Prime Minister.

Sir, you're getting

a priority-one

radio transmission

from the Van Ryberg Center.

Who's calling?

It's Sergeant Agnes Oros, sir.

Agnes Oros?

From the Liberation Day Battle.

Oros specializes

in this kind of warfare.

She and David Gura

defeated the Z-Bots

using electromagnetic bombs.

We'll evacuate at 1405

to Bunker Theta.

Sir, that's

inside headquarters.

We have a 10-story bunker

in the eastern desert.

With this threat,

we aren't gonna do anything

that exposes us to danger

outside of these walls.

We gotta be

getting closer.

Cut the city power grid.

Get me regular updates

from Coding Defense

on how to k*ll these things.

And have them read

over the radio.

Nothing electronic.

Then I want you to call in

a major airstrike

to L.A. City everywhere...

once we know people

are back underground.

No nukes.

Uh, sir, are you suggesting

that we take the people

back underground?

We've just spent

the last 20 years

bringing them aboveground.

Yes, they're going

back underground.

I know

everybody's gonna be mad

'cause they got a taste

of life aboveground,

but you reassure them,

by the end of the day,

it's gonna be safe

to go back aboveground.

Also tell 'em this attack

will not be tolerated.

Yes, sir.

Agnes.

Brady.

I'm calling in that favor.

I figured as much.

I'm sending in

an immediate evac

and advance warships.

That's not it. It's my kids.

My two kids, Reena and Trevor,

they're trapped inside

the Van Ryberg Center.

Prime Minister...

the other Council members

have demanded an airstrike,

Spear Fighter Craft.

That's a suicide mission.

An airstrike?

They could transmorph

the planes.

The attack

is already under way.

The outposts insisted that we

stop these Z-Bots immediately.

Agnes...

there's an airstrike

on the way there,

and the Van Ryberg Center...

is a hot spot.

David went back for you.

20 years ago, those Z-Bots

launched an attack

on a chemical plant,

and you couldn't get out.

Now, it took years

to show effects, but if he...

if he hadn't gone in,

he'd still be here.

Hmm.

If you're gonna launch

a massive attack

on this compound,

we've got 65 minutes to prep.

Send in the elite rescue team,

the primary S&R unit.

We're gonna need

all the help we can get.

If we fail to contain

this threat quickly,

your expertise

in electromagnetic bombs

is gonna be crucial

to our defense.

I'll help you

with whatever you want

soon as I know

my kids are safe.

I'll have you and your family

brought back here

after the rescue.

Mark.

I know.

It's w*r again.

Move it!

Come on!

Heading around.

Reload! Reload!

Someone cover me!

Someone cover me!

Watch out!

Attention. Attention.

All strike force pilots,

code Z.

Code Z. Report

to flight deck immediately.

- Sir.

- At ease.

Have you been briefed yet?

Right before I entered.

Good. We need

to get this right, or--

We will.

Target?

The Van Ryberg Center?

That place

isn't even built yet.

Like I said,

we need to get this right.

What if this is only a drill?

How many of these skirmishes

have we done

in the past 10 months?

It's always a false alarm.

Not this time.

We have confirmed sightings

in New Los Angeles City.

Look, you're a good pilot,

Private Connor.

Do you know why the Council

never rejects a recruit

to our flight team?

Sir, I'm sorry.

Because we lost

tens of thousands

of men and women

on Liberation Day, and now

we're constantly scrambling

to find enough pilots.

Sir, I'm not trying

to make excuses.

Normally we have time

to run a preflight diagnostic.

You're right.

We need to know exactly

what we're dealing with.

And I have one of these

for backup.

A scramble drive?

Won't that wipe

the jet's operating system?

It's an old trick

we used during the w*r.

Sir, it's been a long time

since the w*r.

We've been

using tech constantly

since I've been here.

Do you really think we'll need

to use something like that?

Trust me, it's better

to have it and not need it.

Copy that, sir.

Do you hear that?

That's a warm-up.

Pilots your age.

They always seem to have

the same complaint.

Too many drills.

Never seen a robot.

Well, that is why

we run so many drills.

We've been preparing you for

exactly what's happening today.

Let's go.

Listen, all this,

everything aboveground,

it was all smoke and rubble

during the w*r.

The sky was black.

It rained round the clock.

Anyone aboveground

was almost instantly

k*lled by Z-Bots.

I've never seen a Z-Bot

in real life.

Well, today's your lucky day.

Although I'd like to think

we're better prepared

to handle them now

than we were 20 years ago.

Can they really

disguise themselves

as any piece of tech?

Yes.

My squad leader told me

they were in the hell sector.

My squad leader thought that he

could hack into an old tank,

not to turn it on,

but to try and steal

the pulse cannon on the front.

I'm assuming it didn't go well.

No, it did not.

We were trying to get

to a collapsed supply depot,

about 100 men and women.

The ammunition charger

transmorphed first.

25 people were shredded

in seconds.

Everyone surged forward

screaming.

The tank transmorphed next,

and all of a sudden,

the entire place lit up,

everyone sh**ting

in all directions.

But it was too late.

I woke up in a triage

with half my insides missing.

I'm sorry, sir.

Six generations fighting

a w*r from underground.

You have no idea

how good you've had it.

I was 25 years old

when I saw the sun

for the first time.

Sir, what about the jets?

Won't they transmorph?

Well...

that's why we run

the pre-flight check.

We planned for that exactly.

And if all else fails,

we've got the scramble drive.

Mm-hmm.

Look, the firewalls

we use on the jets,

the tech we've developed,

it's all Z-Bot-proof.

I tested it myself personally.

Then why do we need

the scramble drive?

Stopping destructive code

is a technique

we had to learn to survive.

Tech synced.

Synced.

Good. Let's move.

Q-Bots spotted.

Prepare to engage.

Copy that, Captain. Weapons

armed and ready on your signal.

We need to get

directly over them first.

We can't afford

to miss any shots.

Copy that, Captain.

Q-Bots on the attack! Engage!

Copy that, Captain!

We'll take care of them

just like we took care

of the ones in the city.

Can you still hear it?

Come on, Reena. Let's go.

It spotted us.

Is it able to network

with the others,

let them know where we are?

I don't know.

But I don't want to find out.

Let's go. There's a door

at the end of the tunnel.

We can seal this one shut, too.

"Apex predator function"?

What kind of program's that?

- Run!

- Go down!

Go down!

We need to find weapons!

We need to escape this place!

Can you still hear it?

It's still down here.

It sounds like it might be

two or three levels above.

Should we keep going down?

Mom is probably

up there right now

with the rescue team

looking for us.

Mom, this is Trevor. Come in.

Mom, Mark,

this is Trevor and Reena.

We're here inside the tunnels.

Come in.

Mom, Mark,

it's Reena and Trevor.

- Come in.

- Nothing.

That attack destroyed

a huge section of the building.

And it's not like

these things just stopped

once we got inside.

Mom and Mark could

be miles away now,

just to stay safe

while the military fights them.

We could be down here

for a while.

We don't know how far down

these tunnels go.

Or how sensitive

the bots' heat detection is.

I know. I know.

Or if we're

gonna hit a dead end.

Hey, hey. Hey. Hey.

Hey, what's wrong?

Are you having a panic attack?

- Yeah.

- Hey, hey, it's okay. Come on.

- Yeah.

- Hey, hey.

I can't--I can't think.

- Shh. Breathe.

- Can't breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Do you remember this?

We used to do this

when you were a kid.

Yeah. Yeah, I remember.

I'm sorry.

I know this isn't helping.

- Shh. Look at me.

- I'm sorry.

Look at me.

It's okay.

We're gonna be okay, all right?

- Okay. Okay.

- The human race

was down here for 300 years

and managed to make it.

Right?

Mom and Dad fought down here

their whole lives

and won the w*r.

- Okay. Okay.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

And you know Mom's

not gonna stop

until we're rescued.

And with

all the lions attacking,

there's no way the military

isn't focusing on this place.

All right? Plus Mom and Mark

work for the Council.

All right? They've gotta be

trying to rescue people.

Listen, I think our best bet

is to get as many doorways,

hatches, and steam pipes

between us and that lion

as possible.

But what if we

hit a dead end?

What if there's

more tech down here

that can turn itself on

and transmorph?

Mom said they used

these tunnels during the w*r.

All right? We'll find

some weapons we can use.

Weapons we can't use.

Reena, we can't fight them

with a baseball bat.

Yeah, but a baseball bat

can't turn itself into

something that can hunt you

and rip you to pieces.

Damn it.

That lion just keeps coming.

We need to go. Let's go.

Let's go. Go! Go!

sh*t. It found us.

Now what?

Trevor, wait!

It's totally computerized!

We need to shut the door!

Let's go!

Welcome to the command center,

Prime Minister.

We have

carbon-reinforced concrete

to protect against

any mechanical lions coming in.

Analog weaponry.

Yes, it's not a laser r*fle,

but at least

it can't be transmorphed.

I want you to meet

our elite lieutenants,

Lieutenant May,

Lieutenant Ryan.

At ease.

Do we know if there's nanobots

inside the wiring

in these devices?

We're running

a resistance tracker

along our circuits now, sir.

And while our platoons

are out there defending us,

have you found a way

to hack 'em?

Negative, sir.

Both Tech and Coding Defense

have sent a barrage

of covert hellfire code,

but the Q-Bots

receiving the signals

spit it right back at us.

They fried one of the servers

on the side of the HQ.

Q-Bot?

Yes, sir.

Tech Team designated them

as Quadrupedal Robots,

or Q-Bots for short.

These Q-Bots

attacking downtown,

they were transmorphed

because of nanobots

hidden inside of digital tech

throughout the city.

What's our Tech Team doing?

As of 1439, the Q-Bots

have k*lled all members

of the Tech at the power plant

and destroyed

all their equipment.

Can you give me

an ad hoc diagnosis?

Prime Minister,

an ad hoc diagnosis

won't detect anything

in the metal in our circuits.

Without the Tech to run an element profile

directly, physically

on our circuits,

we have no way of knowing

if there are nanobots

lying dormant

in our headquarters.

So these Q-Bots

could be in this bunker.

They could even be

in this room. Is that right?

Jesus.

The attacking Q-Bots are now

within two miles

of our location.

Should I send out

a phalanx order, sir?

Negative.

Troops are to maintain

their search-and-destroy

formation, please.

General, we have

a malevolent programming alarm

along wireless transmission

and network cables.

They're bombarding

our system, sir.

Firewall's at 98%.

So the Q-Bots have made

progress against our firewall.

Sir...

out of an abundance of caution,

I think we should power down

our global server immediately.

That's a negative. We need

to keep the server active

to the very last minute.

But, sir, we can't risk--

Stand down, Lieutenant.

In case you've forgotten,

the Council's primary function

isn't just

to protect the planet

from malevolent spyware.

It's also to coordinate

our Global Armies for defense.

Prime Minister.

I have new intel

from our manual diagnostics.

These transmissions...

they have realigned

in a radial pattern

directed straight

at headquarters.

So the Q-Bots are directed

at headquarters?

Once it breached the cursory

layers of our firewall,

it was able to detect

the nature of our operations.

So they now know

how powerful our server is.

- That's correct, General.

- Oh, my God.

And it's utilizing

all of its hacking resources

to try and seize control of it.

And if it does?

It could transmit

a signal around the world

using our server.

Firewall's at 97% now, sir.

This isn't just

a random viral signal.

It shows a defined sequence

set to turn every piece of tech

into a Q-Bot within 12 hours.

Lieutenant Ryan, I need you

to go to the server room.

Power down

each server manually.

Take analog weapons,

and take backup support.

I need this fire put out now.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant May,

I need you to run a program

at 4 terahertz.

Scramble it through our system.

That should prevent them

from reactivating

any of those Q-Bots.

My guess is

they're trying to...

damage our defense system.

That search and rescue

at the Van Ryberg Center,

it can't fail, okay?

Because right now,

Agnes and her EMP expertise

is the only arrow

in our quiver

that can pierce their defense.

These Q-Bots are relentless.

If we can't shake 'em,

Search and Rescue's

gonna have a real hard time

clearing off the landing zone,

and they're not gonna

be able to pick us up.

Well, they're

not gonna retreat.

You're right.

But we have to find

Trevor and Reena.

We're not leaving

without my kids.

And after we find them,

we have to find a way

out of this zone.

I have an idea.

Open up the sensor

on the back of your r*fle.

I'm gonna make an EMP b*mb.

What, you're gonna overload

the generator on the r*fle?

I'm gonna create

a feedback loop.

Unfortunately

it's gonna fry your r*fle,

but it's also

gonna send a pulse

that'll fry every lion

within a 100-yard radius

on the ground.

It shouldn't interfere

with Search and Rescue,

and it should give us some time

to get to a landing zone.

After we find the kids.

And then...

we could find

Prime Minister Grady

and make him

the EMP b*mb he wants.

Go! Run!

What was that?!

They fired

our electromagnetic pulse

right back at us.

Mark, an EMP

doesn't affect these things.

Search and Rescue, come in.

We need immediate evac.

Search and Rescue, do you copy?

If they disabled our weapons,

they most likely disabled

Search and Rescue's, too.

I hope Trevor and Reena

are okay.

Hey.

Mark,

if anything happens to them...

I know.

We will find them.

Okay.

Let's move.

Captain Watts,

the weapons aren't releasing!

Affirmative on my end as well!

I'm engaging

the scramble drive.

That will give all nearby jets

a five-second hard reboot

and should get

those bots out of our jets.

Agnes, the airstrike

is closing in.

There'll be there

in less than four minutes.

You gotta hurry.

The reboot didn't work!

We have to warn

the Prime Minister.

Get down!

Twelve hours...

until they seize

the most powerful

computer system on Earth.

Hey, Mark...

I'm not leaving

without Trevor and Reena.

I'd rather get ripped apart

before I leave them.

Then we find them,

and we get 'em out of here,

or we both get ripped apart.

I do not care

how long it takes.

I will fight this damn w*r

until all of us are safe.

We need

some conventional weapons.

No circuits. No nothing.

Those are ancient artifacts.

I mean, are they even

still gonna be functional?

There has to be

something we can use.

We don't have any choice.

Over there.

They don't have

a single computer chip in 'em.

Might as well have

been made by cavemen.

You know how to use

one of these?

Load it. Safety off.

sh**t.

That's the girl I married.

Let's go get my kids.

Do they think they moved

this part of the tunnel

so it'd make it hard

for unwanted bots?

I assume so.

But with all the tech

able to transmorph,

I doubt it'll do us much good.

Wait a second.

What is it?

Wait. Is that

a hard-wire code junction?

It is.

If there's any more tech

down here that can k*ll us...

if we can cross

the code patch...

we can scramble

their directives.

Not with these Q-Bots, Trevor.

The people at HQ

spent all day and night

generating code to prevent tech

from transmorphing.

No, I know, but there's

a ton of tech down here,

including from the w*r.

The Z-Bots...

if we come across one

and it activates,

we're not gonna

be able to fight it.

We'll need it

to see us as an ally,

even if it's just for a minute.

If it's a Z-Bot,

it'll have to be wired in.

You've seen the work

that Mom did.

When they shut those things

down, they put them

in a containment unit

plugged in.

If we find one...

this ought to do it.

Then the Z-Bots

won't see us as a threat.

All right?

All right? Come on.

Dead end.

We have to go back.

Go back? Reena, if we go back,

we're gonna run right

into 'em. No. We're trapped.

No! This can't be it.

At least we can open

one of those panels

down there and hide inside.

It's better than nothing.

Plus there might be

one more air shaft

or something inside

so we can climb through.

I don't see how we're

gonna get these open.

I bet that'll do it, though.

Have you lost your mind?!

When is it gonna sink into you

that this technology

is dangerous?

Every time you've tried

to hack something,

we've almost died.

Besides, it might

turn into a lion.

You don't think I realize that?

I mean, what other choice

do we have?

But--But you

don't think I know?

Know what?

Reena, the only reason that

we're still alive right now

is because of you.

If you wouldn't have

used the baseball bat

to collapse the ceiling,

we wouldn't even be here

right now, all right?

I wouldn't have had anything

to stab into the lock

to get us into the tunnel,

and I wouldn't

have had anything

to bash that pipe with.

Trevor, look, using zero tech

is not a right or wrong choice.

- I'm saying--

- I know what you're saying.

Reena, I know what

you're saying. I get it now.

I do, but by the time

we even make a dent

in one of these panels

with this baseball bat,

the lion'll be here.

Look, my way definitely

is not the right way...

but it's the only way

right now.

You ready?

- Whoa. Slow, slow, slow.

- Trevor, look out.

- Slow.

- Slow doesn't matter.

They can detect heat.

It doesn't even look

like they're activated.

But look at that section there.

The Resistance must have sent

a power surge through them,

shutting them down,

and then ripped

the connection out

so the Z-Bots couldn't

power themselves back up.

But that lion

just keeps coming.

Okay, what if--

I know this sounds

totally insane,

but what if we

turn the Z-Bots back on?

What? Reena, what are

you talking about?

Did we not

just get done saying

that activating tech

was dangerous?

Yeah, but their

programming language

is decades outdated, remember?

Even that colonel

said it was worthless.

What if the lions

can't take them on?

They might start

attacking the Z-Bots,

and then the Z-Bots

will fire back.

Right.

Wh-Whoa!

That touch screen was a robot.

We gotta turn 'em on.

Look, if this goes badly,

I'm sorry.

There.

Okay.

Here goes nothing.

Scanning area

for imminent threats.

Just--Just stay still.

Apex Predator attack: imminent.

What is your objective?

Apex Predator attack: imminent.

Objective: world domination.

Primary resistance:

eliminate A.P.F.

It's giving us

its basic programming.

Z-Bot, do you have

an Apex Predator function?

Negative. Baseline: Z-Bot.

Function:

artificial intelligence

and military strategy.

Targeted for elimination:

lion robot hybrid.

Status: Quadrupedal robots

will attack

Global Council Headquarters.

It's giving us the Quadrupeds'

basic programming.

The Z-Bots would scan humans

to determine

their objective, strategies,

and where they're heading next.

It just told us where the lions

are planning their attack,

so it must have scanned

the lions' neural network.

Do you think the Z-Bots

are on our side?

If they are on our side...

if we have them on our side,

then they can help us

destroy the remaining lions.

Until they come for us.

Sir, I got a priority message

from the soldiers in the field.

They're almost completely

overrun by the Q-Bots.

They'll pulling every available

soldier they can find

to protect the perimeter to

within two square blocks, sir.

Lieutenant Ryan,

I need the status update.

Please tell me you

and the Tech have powered down

these servers.

Sir, the Q-Bots' as*ault

on our firewall

managed to reroute

some of the flow of power

to other sections

of the system.

It's tough to keep up

with their hack,

but I'm working on it.

As far as a total

tech takeover worldwide...

we now have

seven hours remaining.

Where's the rest

of the Tech Team, Lieutenant?

This is full

Anthracite Protocol.

K.I.A., sir.

Defending the HQ

at the outer perimeter.

Oh, God.

Sir...

I came across

a piece of alien code

while deactivating some

of the systems on the server,

and I was able

to translate some of it.

Seems the code

is directing these Q-Bots

toward something

called Total Convergence,

but I don't know

what they're converging

or how to counteract it.

They sure as hell aren't

using our server to do it.

Do not let the Q-Bots

prevent us

from shutting down

this server.

All right, General,

how big a security detail

can you put together to get us

up in the server room?

All of our personnel

is in the field

defending HQ.

Well, then we're gonna go,

and we all

are gonna shut it down.

We also can't have 'em access

anything in this bunker.

- Lieutenant May.

- Yes, sir.

Continue monitoring this room.

- Make sure nothing reactivates.

- Yes, sir.

This is the Resistance w*r

all over.

Private, grab a weapon.

It's all hands on deck.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant!

We're outside the door!

General, the nanobots

have taken over the technology!

You can't use it!

Gonna have

to open this manually.

- It's not gonna be easy.

- You're right.

Lana! A little help.

Lieutenant, we've taken out

the magnetic lock!

We need your help

from the inside!

Copy that, sir!

This way.

All right, Lieutenant,

I want all of this to go dark.

I don't want to hear

- so much as a cooling fan.

- Yes, sir.

Tell us what to do,

and we'll do it.

Well, first we need to go

over here to the secondary hub.

We have to work backward,

like fighting a fire.

Okay.

Our meta-linguistic scans

are constantly regenerating,

but if we unplug

the secondary backup hub,

they've got nowhere to go.

Now, this cube

is a semistate conduit.

If unplugged, it cuts off

all wireless signal

from around the world, going

into and out of the server.

If I take this cube, and I plug

it into the semistate port,

it'll redirect our entire

quantum A.I. sequence

onto this external drive.

What's happening?

Holy moley.

Get out now!

Lana, get behind me!

Everything is

completely destroyed.

If anyone can hear us,

this is Trevor and Reena Gura.

Main Council, come in.

I repeat--

Main Council, come in.

It sounds like

anybody that could help us

is either under attack

or dead by now.

Listen, we need to get

to the headquarters.

All right? If Mom and Mark

are gonna be anywhere,

it's gonna be there.

All right? Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

There might be some weapons

inside that Council

patrol car we can use.

If there are,

we can't use them.

They run

on at least some tech.

There's that alarm.

It's everywhere.

It's gotta be a signal

coming from the Q-Bots.

If that's the case,

then right now,

we're totally surrounded.

We're at least a mile

from the headquarters.

If we call, they might be able

to send some troops to help us.

- Is that a car?

- Let's go.

We'll have to be quiet.

I don't know this for sure,

but I'm guessing the lion-bots

have more than just--

Whoa. Whoa.

Go. Run! Run!

- Up here! Up here!

- Go! Go! Go!

Get down. Get down. Get down.

Damn it!

I don't understand.

The Z-Bots scanned the neural

network of the Quadrupeds.

They knew

where they were going.

They should have seen

this attack coming, right?!

We've got to get ahold

of the Council!

Global Council,

this is Trevor Gura.

We need immediate rescue

outside the headquarters.

I think the radio is dead.

These things run

on old-world batteries.

- We're pinned down.

- Z-Bot!

Record my voice,

and transmit the message

to all audio speakers in range!

But that will--that will

draw the Q-Bots' attention.

At this point, we've already

got their attention.

Mom, Mark, Global Council,

this is Trevor and Reena Gura!

We're heading in

to the headquarters

with friendly Z-Bots.

Do not open fire on us!

I repeat--

do not fire on us!

Z-Bot, transmit audio.

Mom, Mark, Global Council,

this is Trevor and Reena Gura!

We're heading in

to the headquarters

with friendly Z-Bots.

Do not open fire on us!

I repeat--

do not fire on us!

You ready?

Thank God.

They're alive.

They're alive,

but they're not safe.

There's no such thing

as a Z-Bot allied with a human.

Then we will go in,

and we will separate them

from whatever

Z-Bot platoon there is.

How did Trevor get a message

through the loudspeaker system?

Couldn't this just

be a trap set up by the Z-bots?

Or even the Q-Bots?

I mean, there's--there's no way

he hacked a Z-Bot, right?

I don't know.

During the w*r,

the Z-Bots could record

and transmit messages,

but they were recordings,

not simulations.

And the Council

recruited Trevor

for the Coding Defense team

for a reason.

I think he used

that bot to communicate.

Even if the Z-Bots

would work with the humans

- against the Q-Bots--

- It's just a matter of time

before the Q-Bots

use their pulse

to seize the Z-Bots.

And we have no way

of stopping them.

Not even an EMP?

You saw what the Q-Bots did

when we detonated our r*fles.

They bounced our EMP

right back at us.

I gotta warn the Council.

Sergeant Oros

to Global Headquarters.

This is Sergeant Oros

to Global Headquarters,

Priority Theta.

Trevor, Reena, come in.

We gotta get there.

And if the Z-Bots gain access

and they're seized,

they could turn on us.

Let's go.

Get down.

Those things are everywhere.

They're airborne.

They're roaming the buildings.

Okay, go. Get to

something that's burning.

We are surrounded

above and below.

Everywhere.

Okay, we keep moving.

If we just stick

to things that are burning,

I think we'll make progress.

We're only a few blocks out,

but that next section

of street, it's buckled,

and not to mention

the wreckage around it.

A few more blocks.

Come on.

The firewalls in headquarters,

they can't have much left.

Even at 90%,

we can't produce an EMP

that's gonna do us any good.

How about a nuclear option?

No. We'd wipe out

all the humans

along with the Q-Bots.

We gotta find another way.

We're almost to HQ.

But that is

way too much open space

between us

and the main entrance.

Yeah, it's over 100 yards.

And we don't know

how many lions

are circling the building...

even around the next corner.

If we make a run for the HQ,

I think their heat detection'll

spot us immediately.

But if we can make

a big enough fire,

I think it'll obscure it.

At least they won't be able

to get a lock on us.

Yeah. The smoke might obscure

their visual sensors as well.

You know,

there's probably a tool kit

inside the cab

of one of those transports.

I can puncture

an auxiliary fuel line,

start an electric spark.

Whole thing'd go up

like a fireball.

Let's do it.

Torque dowel and hammer.

Okay, that's all we need.

I'm gonna keep watch.

Just try to get it in one go

so we don't draw

any lions to us.

One more ought to do it.

Let's light it up.

Keep going! Don't stop!

Locked!

That one.

Down! Get down!

Come on. Come on.

Oh, all the digital locks

are decommissioned.

The soldiers inside

must have done that.

Oh, damn it.

We're too exposed out here.

You think they detected us?

If they haven't,

they will soon.

They're starting to swarm.

What is that?

Where'd you get that?

It's a pin

from the safety latch

of the rocket launcher.

You're gonna pick the lock?

We've been fighting

the Resistance all our lives,

and I have never seen you

go all 21st century before.

Ah. Old soldier taught me this.

Told him I never

wanted to get trapped

behind an old-world door.

Inside!

We brought Trevor and Reena

here enough.

They should be smart enough

to know to go to HQ's bunker.

We can't go

outside the building

into the open again.

Wait.

The air in this hallway,

it's--it's stale.

The entire air circulation

system's been shut down.

Computerized.

Of course.

The sensors inside that system,

they can't transmorph anymore.

It'll buy us some time inside.

Here.

I'll give you a leg up.

We're on level D, midlevel.

Almost to the bunker, then.

Agnes.

My kids, are they here?

I haven't had word

from anybody about anything.

I'm sorry.

Trevor, Reena, come in!

I'm sorry we couldn't do more

to find your family.

No, they said those Z-Bots

we're actively guarding them.

We don't know for sure

that's changed.

They're not safe, Mark.

I'm gonna

go out in the HQ

floor by floor

until I find them.

That--That should be physically

impossible, though, right?

The server

just turned into a Q-Bot.

It's acquiring every piece

of technology it can

and turning it into a Q-Bot.

What is this new Q-Bot?

I don't know.

I was too busy firing

to see it.

But it's bigger

than anything else,

and it keeps growing.

It's acquiring

everything it can.

General Palmer, sir,

we need an extradition force

to get you and

the prime minister out of here.

All of our

extradition forces are dead.

The Q-Bots are taking over.

We have one last chance

to make a stand.

Take it easy, General.

Our sole objective is

to destroy the new Q-Bot

by any means necessary.

We're gonna need

an EMP blast

orders of magnitude greater

than anything

you've ever wired up before.

But you're gonna have

to do it without me.

I'm sorry.

Prime Minister.

Prime Minister.

General.

Come--

There are new variables

that are a grave threat

to the mission.

When we were fighting

the Q-Bots,

Agnes trigged an improvised EMP

to fry their circuits,

but the Q-Bots bounced

the signal right back at us

and kept fighting

like it was nothing.

- Oh, God.

- An EMP is not going

to stop these lions,

not even on a large scale.

General. Sergeant.

I was able to decipher

some of the viral nanobot code.

I know

what Total Convergence is.

This new Q-Bot

isn't just going

to transmorph

every piece of tech.

It wants to connect itself

physically, not just digitally,

to every piece

of machinery everywhere

to form

a new weaponized organism.

That's why they wanted

control of our server,

to transmit its signal

around the world,

not only turning every piece

of tech into a weaponized bot,

but to lay the groundwork

for this new entity.

What? And our server

is so powerful

that this Q-Bot can, what,

break lesser firewalls

on other continents?

That's correct.

This new organism

will be all-seeing,

all-sensing, omnipresent,

easily able to k*ll

every living thing on Earth.

It'll almost be godlike.

Oh, my God.

That is Total Convergence.

Almost like a...

like a T.C.

A Total Convergence Robot.

It won't need to manufacture

circuits or chips.

It'd just combine everything

into one entity.

Wait.

Wait, you said that the signal

is being transmitted

virally by nanobots?

Correct.

Wait a minute. That--

The wiring for that circuit

is across from the armory.

It's directly

across from the armory.

There's a locker

down the hall on the right.

Take that key.

It has all antique weaponry.

It's all analog weaponry.

There's no wires, no nothing.

General.

Jesus!

General.

- Oh, God.

- Ohh.

It's worse than it looks,

trust me.

Come on. Come on.

Gentlemen,

I'm not gonna make it.

Come on, General.

He was my commanding officer

when I first joined.

Let's go flip that circuit.

Low and slow.

Eyes sharp.

Come on.

Agnes,

the signal isn't

being passed by the Q-Bots.

It's being passed by

the nanobots inside of them!

So that's why the Q-Bots

can keep fighting

as if nothing happened.

And it's why they can fire

our electromagnetic pulses

back at us.

That should be

physically impossible, right?

Not on an atomic scale,

it's not.

The wavelength frequency

of an EMP

is between 100 megahertz

and 100 gigahertz.

It's wider

than the nanoscopic scale.

Get down!

These analog

Z-Bot-era laser cannons

and some handheld grenades

are a good start.

Those are power banks

just above us,

probably transmorphing

as we speak.

I mean, isn't that where

Agnes said she was going?

She said she's

going floor by floor.

I gotta go back her up.

Go. I'll stay here.

We're not done just yet.

Mark, they need you down there.

No. Ryan's keeping watch,

all right?

We heard transmorphing

machinery above us

right in this area.

I couldn't let you

face it alone.

I've haven't seen anything yet.

There are power banks

feeding the server rooms.

They need technicians

to maintain them,

so they should be

easy to find and destroy.

Wait.

Unless they've recessed

back into the walls.

We doing this?!

Yes, we are.

Okay, well, we did

nice demo on the wall.

You okay?

Still here.

We finally made it inside.

Finally.

We can thank the Z-Bots

for destroying those Q-Bots,

or we would have

never made it in.

I don't know how much safer

we are in here.

At least there's some

more places we can hide in.

Hopefully some weapons

we can use, all right?

Let's go. Let's go.

- Wait.

- What?

When is the last time

you've seen

someone print

this much material...

on paper?

If they were

relaying info analog.

Has to be related

to the attack, right?

It's just pages

and pages of code.

This is my code.

This is my code.

The data report shows

they tried to use it

to send a distress signal

to the other territories

around the world,

but they were

overrun by Q-Bots.

They were overrun?

Everywhere?

They must have been

real desperate

if they tried to fire up

a tech hub one last time.

Damn.

Look, this is a scramble drive.

They tried to use this

to defend the attack

against the main server.

They were too late.

The Council's last transmission

came from the main server

here in the headquarters.

They underwent

a major code disruption.

They're using the main server

to transmorph

all the remaining tech

throughout the world

into Q-Bots.

Reena, they're attacking

all over.

And they're running

a countdown program...

called Total Convergence.

It's gonna run out

when it takes down

all the remaining firewalls

throughout the world.

Reena, we gotta

shut this thing down.

What if the Z-Bots turn on us?

Right now,

they're our only viable weapon

against Total Convergence,

all right?

Until they stop listening,

we can use them.

We'll go down,

have them disguise themselves

as computer banks...

and then maybe can beat

this thing ourselves.

- All right?

- Okay.

Let's go.

Here.

Let's go.

Man, it's burning hot

down here.

There must have

been a huge firefight.

Some of the areas

are still smoldering.

There is zero air

coming through.

I'm burning up.

Yeah, me, too.

Where's the safety

on this thing?

Does this even work?

Yeah, it's right here.

Did you think

there would be instructions

taped to the wall

in the armory?

Yeah, you know what?

There should be.

There is zero military

down here.

We need Mom, Mark,

and about 500 troops.

Like, 12 Q-Bots

just marched inside.

I thought we were done

that time.

The fires must have obscured

their heat detection.

Either way...

something's wrong.

This isn't right.

Are the Z-Bots in position?

Yeah. Their disguise

as random computer banks

must have worked,

because the Q-Bots

didn't fire on them, either.

Then I guess

it's all or nothing.

It better be a hell of a lot

more than that.

Z-Bots, storm the server room!

Trevor, Reena, stay down.

Listen to me! That server

is not an ordinary server!

It has been transmorphed!

It is extremely dangerous!

Agnes,

drill and k*ll formation.

We can't just leave them.

We need to fight.

I'm with you.

Let's go.

We got you, guys!

I'm out!

Get down!

What the hell was that?!

We need to pull back!

The Q-Bots just used an EMP

to disable our Z-Bots!

Oh, no.

- Mom, come on.

- Move! Move!

I knew you guys would make it.

Okay, we need to build

a b*mb, scorched earth.

There's no time.

Those Z-Bots

you brought with you,

they--they attacked

the Q-Bot server.

Their coding is so old

the Q-Bots

can't seize control of them.

We have an army of Z-Bots.

They're in storage

in the armory.

We can't activate

an army of Z-Bots here.

- It's suicide.

- We're out of time.

We have 19 minutes until every

firewall on Earth goes down.

Then after that...

After that...

it's still a Convergence.

If we fail,

we go back underground,

and this time, for good.

Now you two stay down

when I tell you

this time, okay?

Do you understand me?

Okay.

I love you.

We're--We're gonna

come back for you

as soon

as everything's clear, okay?

Mark.

You're brave as hell...

both of you.

We got this.

It's okay.

What's that sound?

It's malevolent code.

It's trying to take them over.

- Mark.

- Total Convergence achieved.

k*ll all organics.

It's reached Total Convergence.

Reena!

We can't just leave them

in there to die.

Well, sh**ting at it

doesn't do anything,

other than piss it off.

If we can get above it...

there's a walkway

still intact above the T.C.

What are you

gonna do with that?

The T.C.'s already fused itself

with all the tech on Earth.

I don't know, Reena!

Might be a weapon

I can still use!

I can still use it!

It hasn't been seized

by anything yet.

No, it hasn't.

The T.C. hasn't fused itself

with all the tech.

It's trying to fuse itself

with all the tech.

Of course.

It's not a digital process.

It's a physical process.

It doesn't happen

instantaneously.

Do we know that for sure?

It would go against

the laws of physics.

The T.C.'s been reaching,

probing, capturing all over,

but--but that takes time.

So how do we

get up to that walkway?

Look, there's a way.

All right. Okay.

Trevor!

Reena! Reena!

Reena. Come on. Come on.

I got you.

I got you. I got you.

I got you. I got you.

Come on. Come on.

- Reena, get down!

- Grab her!

Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! I'll cover you!

Come on! Come on!

Mark, come on!

- Go now!

- We need to go!

- Mom, Mom, Mom, we gotta go!

- Mark!

Mark!

- Mom, right here. Mom, Mom...

- Mom.

You have to get down.

Shield yourself.

We have nothing left

to shield ourselves with,

except for the Z-Bots, and

they're connected to the T.C.

Can we shield ourselves

inside of the Z-Bots,

you and me?

They're only connected

by a thin set of wires,

not like the lions.

Even if we get close enough,

we have nothing left

to hack them with,

nothing left

to blow them up with. We--

Yeah, we do!

We show them with our minds.

They scan

human neural networks, right?

So let's give them

something to scan.

So, what?

What, we bombard them

with whatever directive

we can think of,

and then what? And then what?

We--What if--

What if we die?

Then we go down swinging.

Okay?

You really are my sister, huh?

I love you two...

so much.

I am so, so proud of you.

Okay.

We throw these

straight at the Z-Bots.

It'll stun 'em, right?

It definitely

won't destroy 'em,

not with the T.C. in control.

But yeah. Yeah.

I love you.

Let's go.

Come on, Reena.

You ready?

Throw 'em at the Z-Bots!

Blow a hole in their back!

Get down! Get down! Get down!

Now's our chance!

Let's go! Let's go!

Z-Bot, provide voice radio

function to adjacent Z-Bot.

Z-Bot, provide voice radio

function to adjacent Z-Bot.

Reena, can you hear me?

Reena, can you hear me?

Trevor? I can hear you.

Find those electrodes,

the one on the Z-Bot circuit

the colonel showed us.

I'm looking.

I think I found 'em.

Ohh. That's so weird.

Reena, what's wrong?

What is it?

Reena, what?!

I-I can feel, like, this...

flow of information

going through my brain.

It's--It's inside of my head.

I'm seeing what it sees.

Trevor, you have

to fight against it.

I'm trying.

I think I can control it.

I'm unable to get through

to the others.

The whole system's

rejecting it. Ohh!

It's trying

to take over my mind!

Me, too.

Just keep thinking

of the whole army

turning against the T.C., okay?

I'm gonna try again.

It's trying to shock me

into unconsciousness.

It's no use.

Trevor, I can sense them.

The rest of the lion-bots

are headed our way.

They're coming from everywhere.

They know what we're doing.

I can read

the T.C.'s directives.

It knows we're in here, Reena.

It knows we're hiding

inside the--

the Z-Bots.

It's trying to k*ll me.

Come on, you son of a b*tch!

Take me! Take me!

Reena, we need to create

a feedback loop.

We could loop the circuit

back in on itself,

like Mom's EMPs.

We need to touch

the Z-Bots' heads together.

- What?

- Reena, we need to touch

the Z-Bots' heads together,

like we did when we were kids.

Human thought and emotion

flowing in a loop.

It's a process the T.C.

can't possibly understand.

Think about Mom, all right?

Think about us.

The pain is too much.

Just breathe.

Reena, breathe.

Focus on my voice.

Think about us

when we were kids.

Just breathe.

Reena, breathe.

Focus on my voice.

Okay, I'm breathing.

I'm thinking about Mom.

I'm thinking about when Mom

used to play with us

in the backyard.

I'm thinking about Dad.

Think about Dad, Trev.

The T.C. can't under--

understand this process.

It can't understand

this directive.

It doesn't understand

pain or fear.

Or love.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, Dad.

Reena. Reena!

Reena!

Is it gone?

Is it dead?

The whole place is gone.

There isn't a single connection

left to the main server.

It just kept cycling

our emotions over and over.

Until it melted

the whole system.

Mom.

- Reena.

- Mom!

- Mom!

- Mom!

Mom! Come here!

I got--I got you. I got you.

We won. We did it.

We won. We destroyed it.

Aw, I love you.

I am so proud of you.

Both!

I'm so proud of you.

Wait.

It's the voice interface.

Z-Bot, baseline directive?

Baseline: world repair.

Function: protect human race.

We won.

It's over.

Where's Mark?

Last time I saw him, he was

pushing us away to safety.

- Mark!

- Mark!

- Mark!

- Mark!

There's a r*fle!

Hey, this is his.

This is his!

He wouldn't just lay down

and die. He'd fight.

Mark!

Hey, hey, here!

He's right here!

Careful. He's still alive!

Oh, my--Where are the--

Easy. Easy, sweetheart.

Easy.

Where are they? Where are--

There are no more of them.

We got them...

all of them.

We won.

For Mom.

For Mark Oros.

For you.

Come here. Come here.