These are the journals of Darien Lambert, Captain, Fugitive Retrieval Section,
A.D. 2193.
Yes, that's the man.
We paid you a lot of money to send us back to the 20th century.
You said we'd be safe here, but we're not.
It's only a matter of time before Lambert finds us.
The man's everywhere.
If I'd wanted to be on the run, I would have stayed in the future.
It's true.
Captain Lambert has been getting out of hand lately.
That is why I've taken steps to eliminate him.
How?
Have you hired a hitman?
Oh, hitman is such a crude 20th century term.
No, let us just say that I have found an adversary
who will be Captain Lambert's equal in every way.
Allow me to introduce him to you.
It's a trap!
Sahmbi, do something!
Stop!
That is enough.
Yes, sir.
What's going on?
That's Darien Lambert.
Can't be.
No human being could do what he just did.
That is correct.
No human being.
But an Android is a different matter.
It began in the future.
A time machine called TRAX.
Criminals who vanish.
And a lawman who must pursue into the past.
Now he is among us.
A special breed of man.
He has one weapon and a computer named Selma.
Good morning, Captain Lambert.
With her, he will travel through our world.
Searching for fugitives from his own.
Knowing he cannot go home.
Until he has found them all.
His name is Darien Lambert.
And this is his story.
Go on.
Take a closer look.
He won't hurt you.
Will you?
Only if you instruct me to.
Right.
How is that possible?
Materials are not available in this century.
I have to improvise.
Find substitutes.
But I think you'll agree the result is more than satisfactory.
He has two-way audio and video communications capabilities.
What about his physiology?
He is faster and stronger than any human being.
He has intelligence and the ability to problem solve.
And everything I know about Darien Lambert, I have planted in his physiotronic brain.
Are you certain you can control this thing?
I am not a thing.
It's all right.
Mr. Malcolm did not mean that.
Did you?
No.
No, of course not.
I apologize.
Apology accepted.
To answer your question, I have total control over him.
His thoughts are my thoughts.
His will is my will.
His only function is to kill Darien Lambert and then take his place.
Take his place?
Why?
To fool his superiors in the 22nd century.
If they found out he was dead, they would send someone else to take his place.
This way, we will be able to function without any interference and...
with Darien Lambert on our side.
Sahmbi, that's brilliant.
I know.
There's only one problem.
How do you intend to bring the real Lambert into the open?
By offering up a sacrificial lamb.
Someone I can use as bait.
Any volunteers?
I didn't think so.
But don't worry.
I have someone else in mind.
Someone Lambert has been chasing for a long time.
Dr. Sahmbi.
Yes?
Is it time to fulfill the mission?
He seems to have a mind of his own.
And why shouldn't he?
I've programmed him to take the place of Darien Lambert,
who was one of the best minds in the 20th century.
Second, of course, to mine.
It won't be long.
My captain had come to Santa Monica, California, in response to a classified ad
we had discovered two days prior in the Washington Post.
Visual mode, Samba.
That felt great.
But I think I've gotten a little out of shape.
That is to be expected, Captain.
An unfortunate result of your demanding workload.
And the natural aging process.
What are you saying, Sahmbi?
Saying I'm getting a little old?
One of the drawbacks of being human, I'm afraid.
Well, this is one of the assets of being human.
Junk food.
Huberman's chocolate-covered decadence.
1,600 calories.
25 grams of fat.
57 grams of sugar.
Drenched white flour.
Partially hydrogenated soya bean extract.
Cotton seed oil.
Artificial flavoring.
I get the point, Samba.
I tell you what.
We'll pick up some carrots later.
Much healthier, Captain.
Thanks, Mom.
So what, we're supposed to meet him in three hours at the park?
Three hours and 12 minutes, Captain.
Here is the ad.
Lambert.
Tired of running.
Meet me Ocean Park Boardwalk, Santa Monica, noon Friday.
Hector Cisneros.
Hector Cisneros is not the type to surrender without a fight.
Do you suspect a trap?
I just don't know.
Maybe he really is tired of running.
I'm gonna take a shower.
We'll go over to the boardwalk early.
And then I'll do a little recon.
Yeah.
You, Hector.
It's for you.
Take a message.
I'm not your answering service.
Some guy named Sahmbi.
You gonna talk to him or do I hang up?
You mind?
It's about time.
You got my money?
Of course, Hector.
A deal's a deal.
Meet me at noon on the boardwalk outside the House of Mirrors.
I'm warning you, Sahmbi.
I want what's coming to me.
Don't worry, Hector.
You're going to get it.
That's a promise.
You're right about that.
Remarkable.
If I didn't know better... Hold it right there, Sahmbi.
You're under arrest.
How was I?
How were you?
Was I convincing as Lambert?
Very convincing.
Don't ever do that again.
I did not mean to upset you, sir.
I was only working on the nuances of Darien Lambert's character.
I'm trying to learn all I can about him.
I appreciate your initiative.
It's time to implement the plan.
Have a nice day at the beach.
Too bad I don't have time to play a game of chance, Sahmbi.
I'd win you a Teddy bear.
You are referring to the fur-covered toy inspired by President Theodore Roosevelt.
They became very popular in the 20th century.
And just as popular in our time.
Even 22nd century children have Teddy bears.
I know about your childhood, Captain.
You did not have a Teddy bear.
No.
Toys were pretty scarce where I grew up.
Then perhaps you should win one for yourself.
Right now I'd settle for Hector Cisneros.
He is 80 degrees to your right, past the pinball machines.
It's not like Hector to give himself up.
Do a quick bio scan.
Scanning.
Heartbeat is 64 per minute and respiration rate is normal.
He's about to be sent back to a 22nd century prison for life.
And he's cool as an eggplant.
Cucumber, Captain.
What?
I believe the phrase is cool as a cucumber.
I knew it was some 20th century vegetable.
I suppose we'll never find out if we're being set up unless we do this thing.
Hello, Hector.
I knew this didn't feel right.
Damn you, Sahmbi.
It's over, Hector.
Give it up!
How do I get out of here?
Give my regards to the future, Hector.
Transmission tone, cell music.
We may not ever know what that was all about.
But cross one more fugitive off our list.
That man in the house of mirrors brought a striking оружie AGAIN.
He looked exactly like me.
Even out of the same clothes.
I don't get it, maybe it was some kind of optical illusion, with the mirrors.
I have reloaded my weapon, Dr. Sahmbi.
Shall I Yumdang??
And terminate Lambert at this time.
No.
Too many witnesses.
How shall I proceed?
Track him.
Find out where he's staying.
Tonight, when he's asleep, complete your mission.
Confirmed.
This place is interesting, all these people.
Keep your mind on the mission.
You'll have plenty of time to indulge your curiosity...
after Lambert is dead.
I have the subject in sight.
Through your orders, I will wait until nightfall.
I can't stop thinking about it, Selma.
None of it makes sense, beginning with Hector.
And ending with the attack by your doppelganger.
My doppelganger?
A German word meaning double.
It also refers to a ghostly counterpart of a living person.
That was no ghost.
Would you like to review the events?
Absolutely.
Projection, please.
It's over, Hector!
Give it up!
Hold it, Selma.
If we fast-forward through all this, go directly to the appearance of the shooter.
Hold it right there.
Now, I know that's me.
But it's not me.
Your confusion is understandable, Captain.
Selma, can you provide a scientific explanation for all this?
Logic suggests one of the following options.
A.
Your assailant is another man who happens to share your features.
Down to every whisker.
B.
A distant ancestor.
Just as unlikely.
Or C.
An artificial replicant.
The technology doesn't exist in this century to produce something that sophisticated.
Did you get any readings from him?
Only a smattering, Captain, and they were very inconclusive.
I could do a more comprehensive analysis on your
look-alike if we were to have another run-in with him.
I think we can bet on that.
Please, continue.
I'm merely observing.
You some kind of pervert?
No.
Well then, buzz off.
I do not understand.
Yeah?
Well, maybe this'll help.
Dr. Sahmbi.
You've located Lambert?
Yes.
I'm going there now.
Visual, please.
I think you'll enjoy this.
Oh, man.
I'm beat.
We can get a fresh start on this mystery in the morning.
An excellent idea, Captain.
Sleep will help you to think more clearly.
Another one of those human drawbacks?
Not necessarily a drawback, Captain.
However, humans do waste almost 38% of their lives sleeping.
Far from a waste after a day like today.
Voice mode, Selma.
Good night, Captain.
Good night.
Selma, there's someone outside.
That's odd.
My senses are only picking up an inexplicable pulsation of energy.
Must be getting feedback from the neon lights.
Can you filter that out?
No, Captain.
Data input does not correlate.
What happened?
Respond.
Are you tracking him, Selma?
No, Captain.
Why didn't those blue pellets take him out?
I don't know.
You don't know?
There is nothing in my database to explain that reaction.
Captain, 80 degrees to your right.
I see him.
Come on out.
We'll talk.
I don't want to hurt you.
You cannot hurt me!
I am everything you are!
And more!
Well, that's true.
Why are you hiding?
Show yourself!
Something.
Something must have shorted his communication system.
Yes.
Darien Lambert.
Despite that malfunction,
the double is in perfect working order.
If Lambert isn't dead already, he will be soon.
Who... are you?
I am Darien Lambert.
Wha?
All night.
He should have contacted me by now.
Maybe Lambert put him out of business.
No.
His built-in homing device is still functioning.
Emmett, come in.
Doctor?
Get the tracking monitor and bring the car around.
What are you doing?
Studying you.
So who or what are you?
I have been designed to replace you.
So you are a replicant.
An Android.
Who designed you?
Oh, wait a minute.
Let me guess.
Mordecai's Sahmbi?
That is correct.
The plan is to kill me and then become me.
But before I do, I want to learn more about you.
Okay.
Lesson number one is...
I never say die.
An admirable trait.
What else?
I'll make it simple.
I'm one of the good guys.
Your Dr. Sahmbi is one of the bad guys.
Maybe the worst.
That is not the truth.
Everything you believe has been provided by Dr. Sahmbi.
He's a very manipulative man.
Dr. Sahmbi is a fine man, a brilliant scientist.
He may be brilliant.
But Mordecai's Sahmbi is the most evil man on this earth.
I do not believe you.
But you still want to learn more about me?
Yes.
Selma, visual mode.
What is this?
This is Selma.
She's not human either.
And she is programmed to tell only the truth.
Are you willing to listen?
Yes.
Good.
Selma, tell him the story of Trax.
Very well, Captain.
Professor Mordecai Sahmbi.
A brilliant Nobel Prize winning scientist who turned his skills to evil.
In the year 2183, he developed a time machine called Trax.
This invention was used to transport hundreds
of dangerous criminals to the 20th century.
Don't you have a bearing on the Android yet?
Got him.
Two miles ahead.
Hurry.
If this experiment has gone wrong, I mean to terminate it as soon as possible.
I should have known these 20th century materials are inferior.
So you have been sending fugitives back in time.
And they've paid you.
I guess they paid handsomely.
Extravagantly.
If you want to kill yourself, go ahead.
But don't take her with you!
Oh, my God, Elizabeth.
I'm here.
Stop!
These are lies.
I am incapable of lying.
Make that thing go away.
Voice mode, Selma.
You are very clever.
You've seen with your own eyes the fine things your Dr. Somnly has done.
A crime so horrific that I have vowed to hunt him till the ends of the earth.
Never say die.
So you are learning.
And this time it's the truth.
It only serves to confuse me.
Well, that's good.
That shows you've been programmed with the ability to formulate moral judgments.
Right from wrong.
But my mission?
To kill me.
And then replace me.
But now you're not so certain that that's the right thing to do.
I don't know why I'm suffering from this indecision.
Because Somnly programmed you to be a killer.
But he also programmed you with pieces of me.
I'm not a killer.
And that contradiction is resulting in emotional conflict.
I'm not programmed for emotional response.
Then Somnly did you a great injustice.
Because it's what living's all about.
Experience things.
Feel things.
You have a brain but you have no heart.
I have a fully functional circulatory system.
It's not the same thing.
Bringing you into this world was Somnly's ultimate act of cruelty.
No.
He gave me life.
What you have isn't life.
It's only existence.
I feel sorry for you.
While I'm not capable of emotional response, this
experience has changed the way I've pursued my role.
So you understand now that I'm not your enemy.
That I can help you.
You can help me.
There.
Dr. Somnly.
Forget about him.
Execute the plan.
Now.
I am sorry.
It.
Is done.
Darien Lambert is dead.
What happened?
Lambert's computer warned him in advance.
He was able to escape but not for long.
I hope my performance was satisfactory.
I am quite proud of you.
Am I ready to assume Darien Lambert's identity?
Ah.
You are very close.
Dispose of Lambert's body.
And then spend some time moving among these humans.
Observe.
Learn.
Yes, Dr. Somnly.
I will report to you later.
Are you sure it's a good idea to let Frankenstein run around on his own?
He might get into trouble.
You don't seem to understand.
The Android has been programmed with a trait
that cannot be taught and cannot be bought.
He is 100% loyal to me.
This is Dr. Somnly.
As promised, the problem of Darien Lambert has been resolved.
There's no damage to the MPPT.
I wish I could say the same for him.
Any readings?
Captain, I am detecting a faint energy pulse.
Some of his systems are still functioning.
Selma, can we help him?
Visual mode, Selma.
Give me a prognosis.
If you follow my instructions, I believe he can be repaired.
The artificial skin is an elastomeric single component coating with a silicon base.
You can peel it back from just below the neck to reveal the chest cavity.
Captain, I must ask you a question.
Yes.
Why do you feel compelled to repair a machine that is programmed to kill you?
Because he's in pain.
I realize that he appears to be human, but he is in fact a machine.
It cannot experience what you know as pain.
Well, let's just say that he and I have formed a certain bond.
If we are successful in bringing the Android back
to life, he could pose a serious threat to you.
Perhaps you should leave well enough alone.
I don't think of this as repairing a robot, but as saving a life.
No matter what you might think, he is only a machine.
So are you, Selma.
And I know how I'd feel if I lost you.
His energy level is diminishing.
We must begin at once.
Just tell me what to do.
Scanning.
The left upper quadrant needs immediate repair if he is to be saved.
However, the area contains dangerous levels of electrical voltage.
If there is any voltage transference to you, Captain, it
may severely affect your electrolyte and heart function.
Are you trying to tell me it could kill me?
Yes!
Captain!
Are you alright?
What do I do next?
Connect the red wire to the lower lobe of the artificial lung.
Now, proceed with the placement of the green wire
into the left ventricle of the circulatory pump.
Lambert is alive.
That was him on the block.
What are you doing?
Trying to help you.
Why?
I am trying to kill you.
Captain, you must not continue.
The risk is too great.
You are jeopardizing our entire mission here.
Selma, we're almost there.
I'm not going to quit now.
Now just tell me what to do.
Splice the blue wire with the black cable around the clavicle.
Reattach the Spreling and Wittek wires.
This will reintegrate the Android circuits.
Which wire is it?
The red wire near the left occipital lobe.
Selma?
Where am I?
Take it easy.
You've been through a lot.
Answer me.
Where am I?
You're in my motel room.
I want you to tell me where Sahmbi is.
I cannot tell you that.
You have to.
You know what he's capable of.
Now Sahmbi has to be stopped.
This is Dr. Sahmbi.
Tell Captain Lambert what he wants to know.
Dr. Sahmbi. Dr. Sahmbi.
As at the Telecal Research Facility,
Palisades Road.
Access code is 202.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
When I return, we'll continue your education.
Voice mode, Selma.
Dr. Sahmbi.
He's here.
Send him in.
Dr. Sahmbi is expecting you.
He wants you to wait in the conference room.
No.
The conference room.
Through there.
Of course.
How was your adventure in town?
It was very revealing.
I'm sure it was.
You look a little rundown.
Come here, let me look over your circuitry.
My circuitry is fine.
Oh?
How are your reflexes?
Excellent.
How are yours?
Drop it!
Eventually, this game had to come to an end.
It's been an interesting contest, Lambert.
You have been an admirable opponent.
In time, I might even regret having to kill you.
But that is a risk I'm willing to take.
Wait!
This is my job.
I was created to destroy and replace Darien Lambert.
Let me finish the job.
You hear that, Emmet?
One hundred percent loyal.
I give you the honor of killing my great enemy.
What are you doing?
Tell him to put down his weapon.
What?
Tell him to put down his weapon or I will kill you.
You cannot kill me.
I created you.
I gave you life.
I have no life.
Drop the gun, Emmet.
Selma, is there anything we can do?
I am sorry, Captain.
His circuits are too badly damaged.
He is beyond our help.
It has been an honor to have been somewhat like you.
To have been almost human.
Your courage was most human.
Hurry, Captain.
You must leave.
There is nothing we can do for him now.
A penny for your thoughts, Captain.
Sorry.
Were you thinking about Dr. Sahmbi?
Among other things.
Yesterday you said you knew about my childhood.
Yes, Captain, I do.
When I was seven, growing up in the Enclave, I made a wish.
Do you know what it was?
My knowledge of you is limited to historical fact and accomplishment.
I am not privy to your wishes unless you choose to share them with me.
I wished I had a brother.
For a minute I almost got one.
Captain!
Yes, Selma?
Would you settle for a sister?
Come on, we better hurry.
We'll miss the flight.
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