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New Pork City

With a great KSSSSSSSSH! the limo lands at the entrance of Master Porky's neon haven, New Pork City. The streets are lined with lively distractions and familiar faces, the people of Tazmily bustling about at the cinema or the arcade.

Boney nudges his owner's hand with his nose, giving him a comforting lick. Kumatora puts a hand near her eyes, scanning the area. Duster fiddles with a wall staple, itching to move but wanting to stay still.

Lucas soaks it all in, frowning faintly.

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One thankfully brief explosion is the least of their worries. Five more Porky-bots drop from the ceiling and close in, all clamoring for attention. A couple throw themselves on the ground to play dead. One begins to cry. Another bows up and down and apologizes over and over. The last moves behind the apologizing one to use him as a shield.

Kumatora and Duster try to push the resisting bots away while Lucas casts a PSI shield on everyone in the party.

"Is it safe to assume that all of these will explode?" Autor shouts, standing up from his crouch. Sylladex in one hand and one of his grenades in the other, he darts to Enzo's side.

"Unless we can shut them down first?" Dinah suggests. She takes a couple of steps back in order to give her a running jump over the force field. "Keep it strong, Enzo."

With that between her and her friends, she takes a breath.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Oh shit!" Kumatora yelps when she hears multiple bots beeping. And then, as fast as she can, she crouches down and puts her hands against the floor. "PK Ground!"

The PSI attack spreads the bots further out just as they explode one by one...

...only to be replaced by five more Porky-bots.

Frag. That did it. They're okay, but... "My force field needs time to recharge!" he says, abandoning the defence and sending the nearest bot flying with a powerful kick. "And how many of these things are there going to be, anyway?"

"Slightly fewer than we can handle," Dinah says firmly. Her scream didn't disable, so she sweep kicks one as far away as she can on her way to racing towards another, wrestling it to the ground and away from the others.

"Robots usually have 'off' buttons, right?"

(All the while praying: please don't explode while I'm holding you, please don't explode while...)

"Haven't seen one yet," Duster answers, pinning the kicked bot to a wall with his staples.

"I'm really sorry," whimpers the Porky-bot in Dinah's hold.

Autor picks one distanced from the others off with a well-placed flash bang. He tosses another up into the holes in the ceiling and waits for beeping. "I don't think anymore are dropping down!" he says. "But be careful!"

"Oh man."

Dinah, for the record, hates throwing things. She turns away from her friends, and hurls the Porkybot away from her, while rolling backwards to give herself as much distance as possible.

"I say we get out of here."

A couple of the Porky-bots explode. More drop from the ceiling despite Autor's attempt to stop them.

But all of a sudden, some guys rush into the room!

"Tonda Gossa!" calls Baccio as he jumps out and effortlessly takes out a Porky-bot without exploding it. "Dramatic climaxes are when unruly dudes like us get to shine!"

Shimmy Zmizz beans another. "Seems this Master Porky guy was trying to use us to brainwash everyone. I say it's high time we screw up his idiotic plan!"

"Hah! We ain't gonna let this Porky freak have his way!" Magic shouts.

"We're gonna make you pay for all the bad stuff you've done!" OJ adds. "Get ready! It's punishment time!"

One by one, the DCMC deactivate and destroy the rest of the Porkybots in the room.

"Everyone all right?" Magic asks, offering a hand to anyone who needs it.

SUDDENLY, MUSICIANS.

"I think we're good, yeah. Thanks for the backup."

Autor takes that hand, given that one of the explosions happened to knock him down. "Er, thanks," he says, thoroughly confused. "Nice job cleaning up the mess."

He glances around the room. "Think that was the last trap?"

"Lucas, this is it," says the gruff shepherd that just entered the room. "This is finally it..."

Boney barks and rushes forward, pawing at Flint's hand while Lucas turns to face him.

"Dad...?"

Why are his feet lead when facing his father properly for the first time in three years? Shouldn't he run forward the way Boney did?

"Have we managed to corner the enemy....or have we all been dragged here?" adds Wess as he and others from Tazmily file in. "Hmm. I suppose it doesn't matter either way. Right, Duster?"

Bronson and Alec look around the strange room. Lighter messes with the 2x4 he's hauling on his shoulder while his son Fuel turns circles. Lastly, Dr. Andonuts from the chimera lab approaches the front of the room.

Lucas can't remember the last time he saw everyone together like this. Why here like this?

"Is anyone hurt?" Autor asks, clearing his throat.

He shifts his feet, trying to find a space for himself in the crowded room, and ends up near Lucas. "Hey. You okay?"

"Huh?" Lucas goes. "Yeah, I'm okay."

Flint steps closer to Lucas, looking Dinah, Enzo, and Autor over.

But then there's a creaky coughing and wheezing.

"Come a little closer so I can see your face better..."

Lucas looks left, then right, then turns around.

"Oh, is that what you look like? I was the one who brought you here. A traveler who has journeyed to and from past and future. I'm the most clever, most charming, and most trouble-making boy ever...

"Master Porky Minch!"

Chains rattle in the high ceiling.

"I welcome you once again, you weak hangers-on pretending to be the last survivors of this world! Spankety, spankety, spankety! Ahahahahahahaha!"

The chains jerkily lower a bed holding an immensely old man. His skin is wrinkled and almost as white as his hair, his cheeks are sunken in, and his childish t-shirt and denim overalls have been faded by time.

"That's our virus? Seriously? He's just…"

Pretty creepy, actually, but not in any way Enzo had expected.

If Autor hadn't just blown up a robot wearing a facsimile of those overalls, he wouldn't have believed the announcement.

"Spankety?" he murmurs, perplexed.

Dinah steps closer to Lucas, so she's standing next to him, in case he needs it. But she also folds her arms across her chest, distinctly unimpressed.

"Does anyone object if I kick this guy's ass?"

This sends Porky into another cough-laughing fit.

"You resorted to blanking your memories to create a new world where humanity's past failures would never be repeated... How stupid can you be?! No matter how much you change the rules, no matter how much you refuse to admit defeat, in the end, the creatures known as 'people' will always sign their own death warrant by acting out of stupidity and evil. And then...mankind will be gone for good."

He gives a feeble shrug aimed towards Lucas.

"You could've been happy, if only you would've done as I did and obediently followed the visionary, selfish desires of a great hero..."

Porky wheezes and tries to catch his breath.

"Why is it you struggle to cling to life with such puny minds, pitiable bodies, and feeble hearts?"

"Aren't you doing the same?" Autor points out quietly. "Creating armies of robots to serve and immortalize you in your old age?"

Porky heaves out another laborious laughing-coughing fit.

"Get a load of Four Eyes!" he chortles. "We'll have to send you to the Chimera Lab and weld your mouth shut. We can yank out your busted eyes and fit you with a better pair while we're at it."

Lucas edges in front of Autor. Porky clears his throat.

"Well, no matter. The curtain is about to fall on this pathetic little play of yours. Because, soon, the power of power will be mine. The world and everything in it has been my oyster so far, and now I'll end it all by acquiring the ultimate power."

The ancient annoying kid next door laughs himself into gasping.

Enzo snarls softly. Out of the corner of his mouth, he asks the locals and Lucas in particular, "Any reason we can't just delete him now?"

Haven't you ever heard of a dramatic monologue? Autor thinks, gratefully stepping behind Lucas.

"He probably has shields or something," he murmurs. "In any case, it's unlikely he'll stop yammering at us."

Or something is an apt description. Anyone trying to move any more than a few inches will now find their feet in a thin but gummy slime generated from Porky's bed mech.

"Though everything so far has been fun and games, I've given you many a concession. I was bored out of my mind and wanted to play something more thrilling, you see. But now that we're face-to-face like this, I won't hold anything back.

"My slave... My lifeless son will pull the final Needle for me. And, the moment he does, the Dragon should awaken and do as I want. At which time, I assume you fools will turn into garbage or dust or something and finally disappear for good. Ahaha, I'll admit, that is kind of sad. But I would be crushed under the weight of boredom if it were any other way.

"Do you understand now? Do you understand the sadness Master Porky bears now that he's godlike?"

"Eww," Autor says at the gummy material, trying unsuccessfully to lift his feet.

The start of Porky's speechifying is the standard dreck, but by the time the old man starts talking about his motivations derived from boredom, Autor sets his teeth.

"Would you please be quiet?"

Porky isn't, of course.

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