"Don't do this bro."
Dex lay by the couch the gun just out of reach.
"You don't gotta." Dex pleeded with his younger brother. "We can still fix this."
"No." Slick's face was bloody, but he was fine. "They got us, bro. It's over."
Dex's Com. was down, his legs were decommissioned, his arm was by the counter, and his weak organic body was drugged, useless, and desperate. Slick was still fighting. But he was all-natural and weak, and naïve. And Dex didn't want him to die. Because Dex loved his younger brother more than he loved himself.
It started when their self-defense system shut down. Dex was by the pool, fixing up some bacon and eggs for breakfast when his Com. warned him of a critical breach. What ensued was a chaos of bullets, lasers, and muters. Slick was thinking, thank the Lords, and Dex could hold a lot of them off. He was decked out with the newest alters.
But even that predawn comichero Super-Man had kryptonite, his greatest enemy. And the government was nothing to #&@% with.
"I'll say it was all me, bro." Dex knew slick still had his suppressor add-on on. They couldn't hear them. "Put the gun down, bro. You know I can beat the serum."
"I ain't losing you, Dex." Slick was crying now. "I can't."
A phaser sliced Slick's arm in half, the gun fell on the floor. Slick had no time to react as a deafening noise took over their world. The moment was still, endless. Dex is thankful that they decided on disarming Slick, rather than killing him outright.
Soon, but not too soon. Dex started hearing buzzing. And his image started... moving. The still face of his younger brother morphing into that of shock. Morphing into that of pain. And buzzing... still buzzing...
And lightssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss -
"Dex! Ye', what I say, Pumbo? Mmm? I fix em' right up! Ha!"
"That you did Jeremiah. Dexy-boy? The systems are telling us you are conscious. Come on now."
"Peables?" Dex was on his sofa, his apartment undisturbed. "What... The Goons... Slick! Where's my brother?"
"He's fine, Dex. Don't worry." Peables organic eyes twitched. "All is well. We handled it."
"You... handled it?"
"Aye! We sure right did, D!"
"How is that, J? We killing Goons now? How is that?"
"When it be High Temperature, you need to cool off, ye? Ahahahahaha -"
Jeremiah's eyes lost their luster and Dex turned to Peables.
"You have to code them like that?"
"Don't tell me you prefer those emotionless manikins?"
"There has to be a middle ground. Now. What happened?"
"We didn't have a choice, Dex." For the first time in his life, Peables seemed afraid. "We'll have to run, Dex."
"Peab, you don't run from the government."
"You do." Peables gave an unimpressive chuckle. "When the "High-Temperature" hits. Ye?"
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