Last time on "The Files of Hydrogen Guy"...

Rob
Hey Readers! I'm Rob Smith, editor-in-chief here at "The Files of Hydrogen Guy"! You may have noticed that lately we've been experimenting with NEW WAYS of recapping what's happened so far! Last week we tried the "clips from last week" approach, and THIS week, Hydrogen Guy and I are going to give you a personal, one-on-one account of our EXCITING story! Hey HG!

Hydrogen Guy
Hey, Rob.

Rob
Well, HG, it's been pretty EXCITING so far hasn't it?

Hydrogen Guy
Yes, Rob, it has.

Rob
Let's recap the story so far: Chuck War was staking out a high-level meeting at an ICBC Claims Centre.

Hydrogen Guy
In Delta.

Rob
That's right, in Delta! There he met a mysterious old man named Z who claims to have omnipotent powers. Then he mysteriously transports him back to the Hydrogen Cave.

Hydrogen Guy
Although it wasn't quite right and they ended up in the closet, and Chuck's War-Rig is orbiting Pluto...

Rob
Exactly, it wasn't quite right! Remember that, it's important later!

Hydrogen Guy
Anyway, Z then transports me and Deuterium Boy through time to the year 2135, by accident.

Rob
Or was it really?

Hydrogen Guy
So we suppose.

Rob
Z really is a mysterious and enigmatic character, isn't he?

Hydrogen Guy
Very mysterious indeed!

Rob
Then, it turns out Z can't bring them back! There they are, in a post-apocalyptic future, and they're stuck!

Hydrogen Guy
Utterly up the river.

Rob
Right! Next, they get captured by Telus -

Hydrogen Guy
The phone company.

Rob
- and their atoms are trapped inside magnetic containment bottles!

Hydrogen Guy
Bottled like cheap beer.

Rob
That was a tense situation there all right! Then they're taken back to Telus Command Centre, where Hydrogen Guy escapes from his containment bottle!

Hydrogen Guy
And I wheel away Deuterium Boy's bottle on this little dolly.

Rob
Right, on a dolly! And he leaves Z behind. But I've got a feeling we haven't seen the last of that mysterious and enigmatic old man!

Hydrogen Guy
You wouldn't be foreshadowing, now, would you Rob?

Rob
Ho ho ho, I'm not saying a word! Anyway, after various twists and turns...

Hydrogen Guy
There was a bit with a security guard and then a scene in an elevator which was really quite funny. Not terribly important or action-packed...

Rob
Well, you did knock out that guard in an exciting and violent manner.

Hydrogen Guy
Well, that's true, yeah...

Rob
Anyways, after various twists and turns, Hydrogen Guy finds the Molecular Restorer device so he can get Deuterium Boy out of the bottle. But it's the wrong kind of machine!

Hydrogen Guy
So I hook up the bottle as best I can and turn the machine on. But it explodes...

Rob
Right! It explodes!! And Deuterium Boy's out of the bottle, but he's all put together wrong and he comes out as an obese three-foot-tall dwarf.

Hydrogen Guy
Which he's not too happy with at all. Just then it seems like we're about to caught by Telus's security troops, but then a group of scruffy, heavily armed fighters show up and blast their way out of the building and take us along!

Rob
And that's where we left them at the end of Part 2, escaping into the streets with a mysterious group of heavily armed fighters!

Hydrogen Guy
Very exciting, isn't it Rob?

Rob
Yes, HG, it's very exciting! And I know you wouldn't want to miss Part 3 of...

Both:
NEVER SAY DIE TILL YOU'RE DEAD!!

[Silence]

Rob
Well, thank God that's over.

Hydrogen Guy
That really was gratuitous.

Voice Off Camera
You're still on!

Rob
Oh, shiAnd Now...

Never Say Die Till You're Dead - Part III

It is still early in the morning, and the clear, cloudless sky is just getting over the soothing pink of dawn and edging into blue. It promises to be another scorching mid-April day.

The city has seen better days. That is one's first impression, but a more careful study reveals that it was never terribly well-built in the first place. The place sprang up in a suburban glut over two centuries ago, and when urban centers started collapsing it bore the brunt of the refugees. The buildings, a mix of prefab structures from various eras, were not meant to last as long as they have, or in the climate they now exist in. They are shabby, heavily weathered, held together by makeshift repairs. The streets appear unusually wide for pedestrian thoroughfares. A little digging will reveal ancient concrete and asphalt under layers of dirt. The streets are narrower in more densely populated areas that have become built-up since the Collapse.

A marketplace covers several ex-city blocks. Vendors are setting up shop, selling every kind of product imaginable, from vegetables to ammunition. The scene has the feel of a medieval city long ago, or more recently a third world metropolis in Africa. But this is South Surrey, 2135, an island of relative stability in the anarchy of the 22nd century.

The venders hardly look askance - just a bit annoyed - as four heavily armed mercenaries and what appear to be a pair of ancient circus performers push their way through in a discourteous hurry. A siren can be heard wailing in the distance.

The taller of the two circus performers is Hydrogen Guy, who is doing his best to keep up with the extremely large individual with the appropriately large weapon while trying to figure out what the hell is going on. The shorter of the two isn't even trying to figure it out. Up until recently he though of himself as Deuterium Boy, but since the accident which made him an obese dwarf and unhinged his mind, he has taken a fancy to the title "Zoto the Potato Queen". Two of the mercenaries have taken it upon themselves to carry him, his diminutive legs being unequal to the task of running through marketplaces.

Hydrogen Guy
*puff* Excuse me? Mr. Burly Man with a Big Gun?

Algernon
War! The name is Algernon War.

Hydrogen Guy
Where are we going?

Algernon
Not germane! Keep running, they're be bring out the Attack Cycles in a tick!

This does very little to answer any of Hydrogen Guy's questions. In fact it introduces new ones, such as "What are Attack Cycles?", "How can we hope to out-run something called an Attack Cycle?", and "What sort of mercenary uses words like 'germane'?".

They duck down an back alley. Algernon War calls a halt behind a pile of refuse.

Algernon
Friedrich! Bingley! Fitzwilliam! Methinks it would behoove you to get back there and create a diversion, what?

Fitzwilliam
Diversion of what sort, old chip?

Algernon
[waves hands] Improvise. Blow something up. Kill someone. Just keep the Telus busy for a few ticks.

Bingley
Hai! Diversion, one, coming up.

Friedrich
What about the dwarf?

Algernon looks at Zoto the Potato Queen and starts.

Algernon
Coo! He's something, isn't he? Leave him here.

Friedrich
Hai! We'll be back before the next market crash, old byte!

The others take off out of the alley. Hydrogen Guy opens his mouth as if to speak. Algernon holds up his weapon.

Algernon
[softly] Hush.

He gestures for Hydrogen Guy and Zoto to stay put. He gets up and slowly starts walking farther down the alley.

Algernon
[softly] Ho! You here?

Hydrogen Guy watches him. He appears to be expecting somebody...

Zoto the Potato Queen, meanwhile, is lying on his back staring at the bit of sky visible between the buildings. All sorts of happy thoughts are tumbling round his head. How blue the sky is. How nice it is for his cape to finally be the right length. How awfully pale that man in the black cloak with the scythe is who's leaning over him right now.

Deuterium Boy
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!

Hydrogen Guy and Algernon War jump nearly a foot in the air each, then Hydrogen Guy jumps nearly two feet when he catches sight of the figure looking down at Deuterium Boy. Algernon War sprints back to the rubbish heap, immediately takes stock of the situation, and gives Zoto the Potato Queen a swift kick in the ribs.

Algernon
SHUT UP!

Deuterium Boy stops screaming and takes up whimpering instead.

Hydrogen Guy
Hey!

Perhaps it doesn't reflect well on Hydrogen Guy that this is all he can think of to do at the moment, but it's been one of those mornings.

Algernon
Sorry about that. I'll get to you lot in a minute.

Hydrogen Guy
Dave, are you okay? Dave? Deuterium Boy?

Deuterium Boy
Uhh...

Algernon War ignores them for a moment and turns to the shrouded figure still standing unruffled by the rubbish heap.

Algernon
Coo! What are you trying to do, exactly, scare the merchandise to death?

The figure does not appear to respond. He, if it is in fact a he, which is a supposition that works as well as any other, is very tall, at least three inches taller than Algernon, who himself is rather on the tall side. But whereas Algernon War is also stocky and muscular, the shrouded figure is seemingly all length and no breadth. His face is now hidden by a black cowl, and his cloak extends down to the ground, so that only two pale, bony hands are visible of the creature inside. One would be inclined to mistake him for an ironing board draped in black fabric, if it were not for the wickedly sharp looking scythe he held in his right hand. The blade was so thin that, looking edge on it seemed to disappear.

Algernon
Be that as it may, it doesn't make my job any easier when you do that sort of thing...

Hydrogen Guy
Excuse me...

Algernon turns to face Hydrogen Guy. He points the barrel of his gun at him and is about to tell him to be quiet again, when a high-pitched whine starts emanating from the gun. He frantically checks the status indicator, and finding that the lithium hydride crystal is about to go critical, he swore and heaved the gun down the alley away from him.

Algernon turns to stare at Hydrogen Guy, who is giving him a look that could kill household pets.

Hydrogen Guy
I am not happy.

Algernon
Did you do that?

Hydrogen Guy
You owe me some answers. And unless you think you'd like the feeling of your blood's pH dropping dramatically, you'd better give them to me. Now.

Algernon
Erm, I think we've maybe gotten off on the wrong foot... Please, ask away.

Hydrogen Guy
Who are you?

Algernon
My name, as I said before, is Algernon War. My jaunty little band of mercenaries is called "Team War", after a special forces unit an ancestor of mine from the late 20th century had. Ahead of his time, that one.

Hydrogen Guy
You don't mean Chuck War?

Algernon
[surprised] The very one. Heard of him?

Hydrogen Guy
He's an associate of ours. Or he was, until that nut-bar wizard zapped us 140 years into the future.

Algernon
My word... this does complicate matters.

Hydrogen Guy
How do you mean? What's your interest in us, anyway?

Algernon
We were hired by Number 17 - one of Orca Bay's Corporate Managers to bring, quote, "two gaudily dressed poofs", end quote, from the Tel CC in to the Pizza Kremlin on Granville. The message was brought to us by the tall chap with the mono-planar scythe standing to your left.

Hydrogen Guy turns to the shrouded figure.

Hydrogen Guy
And who are you supposed to be?

Algernon
His street name's Reaper. He's one of the best. If he's not Death Incarnate, he does a fairly good impression.

Reaper
[silence]

Hydrogen Guy
Uh huh.

Deuterium Boy
Oooh...

Hydrogen Guy turns to look at his partner, who is slowly getting to his feet. Hydrogen Guy stoops to help him.

Hydrogen Guy
Deuterium Boy! Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?

Deuterium Boy
Two.

Algernon
Oh, so he's lucid again.

Deuterium Boy
Yes, yes...

He brushes himself off and gives his stubby arms the once over.

Deuterium Boy
I think seeing - him - shocked me back to reality. Too bad, I'll miss the Potato Kingdom.

Hydrogen Guy
What?

Deuterium Boy
Never mind. What happened to me?!

Hydrogen Guy
Err... a little accident with the Molecular Restorer.

Deuterium Boy
This was your fault, wasn't it?

Hydrogen Guy
No. Not directly. Not literally. Well, yes, if you get right down to it.

Deuterium Boy
You are SO going to get it.

Hydrogen Guy
I'm sorry!

Algernon
Gentlemen?

Hydrogen Guy
We'll discuss this later, DB. [to Algernon] This Number 17 hired you to find us? But who other than Z would know we were here?

Algernon's response is lost in a spray of gunfire from the street.

Algernon
Telus stormtroopers, apparently! Away, chaps!

He takes off down the alley, and the others follow close behind, just in time to miss a rocket volley which reduces their former position to a heap of smoking masonry. A trio of armoured Telus stormtroopers on three-wheeled vehicles - looking like ATV's mounted with rocket launchers - zip around the corner after them.

Deuterium Boys
This isn't good!

Hydrogen Guy
Those are the Attack Cycles, I'm guessing?

Algernon
Masters of the blatantly obvious, aren't you boys? OWWW!!

Hydrogen Guy
Are you hit?

Algernon
No, he just bit me in the ass!

Deuterium Boy
That's for the kick in the ribs!

Algernon
Where's Reaper?

He glances behind them to see Reaper standing in the middle of the alley behind them, waiting for the Attack Cycles.

Algernon
What's he doing?

The first of the Attack Cycles races towards Reaper. The rider fires a round off at Reaper, but the bullets seem to do no damage. Reaper strikes out with the mono-planar scythe, slicing the rider into two perfect halves. There's lots and lots of blood and innards.

Hydrogen Guy
A little much, don't you think?...

The two other cycles stop and fire off their miniature warheads. Faster than the eye can see, Reaper splits each one in mid-air with the scythe, causing them to explode into shrapnel. His motions are fluid, each seeming to follow naturally from the other. It is with this fast, fluid motion that he springs forward to the other two cyclists, and cleanly beheads them even before having time to react.

Reaper pushes the headless, spurting corpses off the Cycles. He points toward the onlookers, then at the Cycles.

Algernon
Reaper, what a marvelous trick! Right! Mount up on the cycles! We have to reach SkyTrain Checkpoint One by noon, and before any other Telus troopers find us!

Deuterium Boy
Wait a minute! Why should we go with you?

Hydrogen Guy
Excellent question, DB. Why should we calmly let you lead us into the hands of this "Number 17"? Especially after you've roughed us up and your traveling companion is some kind of psychologically disturbed assassin.

Reaper
[exasperated silence]

Algernon
Because, point the first, if your claim to be from the 20th century is the truth, you won't last a kilocycle here on your own, despite your fancy parlour tricks. And if you want my help, you come with me. Point the second, those slabs of meat with the assault rifles behind you were very eager to have an open, frank, and fatal discussion with you viz. the explosion at Telus CC. See conclusion to point the first. And point the third, if you're so surprised that Number 17 knows you're here, you may find a discussion with him illuminating.

Hydrogen Guy and Deuterium Boy exchange glances.

Hydrogen Guy
I find your arguments compelling.

Algernon
Then get on the blink-tagged cycles and let's go.

Some Time Later... on board a SkyTrain crossing the Fraser River. Except for armour-plating, Vancouver's rapid transit system externally hasn't changed much since the 20th century. The train interior is much the same as well - same bench seats, rails, cheerful ads urging riders to take transit. Of course the posters also now exhort riders to help exterminate BC Transit's enemies, but most things change with time.

Hydrogen Guy and Deuterium Boys peer out the window at the cityscape, dramatically changed from what they once knew. As the SkyTrain passes over a bridge across the river, they see that all bridges across the Fraser - the Port Mann, the Patullo, the Alex Fraiser - have been destroyed, except two for SkyTrain bridges.

Deuterium Boy
Wow, the bridges...

Hydrogen Guy
"Wow, the bridges"? Is that all you can come up with for an exclamation? Whatever happened to "Great Buddhist Patriarchs!" or "Holy Tidal Waves!" or ...

Deuterium Boy
So I'm not in top form right now, okay? Fuck off!

Hydrogen Guy
True... I'm sorry, DB. I guess it's hard to expect Chris O'Donnel when all you can manage is Papa Smurf...

Deuterium Boy
Thank you for your heartfelt apology...

Algernon
Shh! Don't say anything you don't want BC Transit spooks to overhear.

Deuterium Boy
Are we safe from Telus on the SkyTrain?

Algernon
BC Transit protects all its passengers from other Corporations. The SkyTrain has blast-proof armouring and its own protonuclear capability.

Hydrogen Guy
So what's the deal with this century, anyway?

Algernon
What do you mean, precisely?

Hydrogen Guy
Why is Telus sticking "vagrants" in magnetic bottles and BC Transit arming SkyTrains with nuclear weapons?

Algernon
Ah, yes of course... you two originate before the Collapse.

Deuterium Boy
What collapse?

Algernon
Fortunately for you, I majored in History at Mercenary School... *ahem*...

It was a worldwide phenomenon, really, one that you might have been able to extrapolate from trends in your own era. First, Corporate interests began exerting more and more power over the governments of First World nations. The gap between rich and poor grew exponentially. Conditions worsened in the Third World, as the poorest nations lost any veneer of political stability. Second, the climate began to change due to the "greenhouse effect" and ozone depletion. The Coporates actually managed to ameliorate the effects, but not fast enough. Low-lying areas flooded as the ice-caps began to melt. The land you see around you now was saved only by an extensive diking system,one of the last co-operative projects between Corps in this country.

Political instability, worsened by climate-related disasters, began spreading to the First World with influxes of immigrants, and also as their own poor started getting antsy. A few stock-market crashes, some revolutions, and people began coming to the conclusion that the Corporates were really the only ones who could hold things together. And So It Came to Pass.

Hydrogen Guy
So these "Corporates" took over and became the government?

Err.. it's hard to explain. It's perhaps more accurate to say that "nations" as you knew them became obsolete. The distinction between your employer and your government vanished. The only laws which exist are those of whatever Corporate you happen to be living under. I can tell by your faces that you find the idea repugnant, but the political theory is actually quite sound. It's the practice where things fall down. But to our grandfathers, it was the best solution available.

Here in British Columbia, of course, politics has always been a tad loopier than elsewhere. Back in the mid-21st Century, the BC Liberal Party was taken over by a doomsday religious cult called the Righteous Pilgrims of the New Social Credit Revelation, led by Baghwan WAC Vanderzalm III. The party won a landslide in the 2025 elections, through fraud mostly, then drove the province into the ground financially in less than six months.

Hydrogen Guy
Hey, that's a whole year faster than the NDP.

When structure of government began to collapse, total anarchy threatened. The Feds - because Canada as a concept was still in existence then - even pulled a few troops out of Quebec and Rhode Island. Finally a loose coalition of the largest Corporates in the province managed to regain control - MacBlo, Concord Pacific, Orca Bay, Amalgo NorthWest, Telus, ICBC ...

Deuterium Boy
Holy Unholy Alliances, Hydrogen Guy!

Hydrogen Guy
Much better, DB.

... about a dozen in all. The economy picked right up, and the province fell in step with most of the other Pacific Rim Corporateships. Inevitably, though, the local coalition fell apart and the Corporates started fighting amongst themselves. The bridges across the river, for instance, were bombed by BC Transit to keep ICBC and Con-Pac out of Delta and Surrey. ICBC and Con-Pac are currently the most powerful Corporations. Con-Pac controls all of the waterfront and half of downtown Vancouver. But ICBC has the Airport and Hastings east of Renfrew and all along the Barnet highway.

Deuterium Boy
Is the entire province controlled by these Corporates?

Algernon
Most of it... except for the Republic of Maple Ridge. They've been fighting against them for fifty years, since a popular revolt overthrew the School District 42 cabal.

Hydrogen Guy
See, Deuterium Boy, democracy will always triumph in the face of oppression! Even in British Columbia!

Algernon
Shush! That kind of talk can get you killed. Be more careful, for my sake, at least.

Hydrogen Guy
Sorry.

Algernon shakes his head.

Algernon
Think nothing of it, old byte. Not your century. Luckily you've got old Algie to show you the way. Speaking of which, I'd best be making contact with the rest of the Team. I must admit I'm surprised they didn't meet up with us at Checkpoint One. You'll excuse me for a moment.

He raises his hand to point just behind his left ear and speaks a series of numbers. He notices Hydrogen Guy and Deuterium Boy's puzzled stares.

Algernon
[whispers] Cell phone implant.

Hydrogen Guy
Ah, of course... [to DB] Err... Deuterium Boy...

Deuterium Boy
Yeah?

Hydrogen Guy
I'm, um, really sorry about the whole dwarf thing.

Deuterium Boy
Hmf.

Hydrogen Guy
It's just, well, I took a chance with 22nd century technology and it didn't work out. I suppose I should've risked taking you to the Restorer on the higher level, but...

Deuterium Boy
Ah, don't worry about it. I'm not mad anymore.

Hydrogen Guy
Really?

Deuterium Boy
Yeah. I mean, I'm not a tree sloth anymore, right?

Hydrogen Guy
True. You never really explained how -

Deuterium Boy
You're not ready yet. Ask me again in a couple years.

Hydrogen Guy
You keep saying that!

Deuterium Boy
My point is that somehow, something will happen that turns me back to normal. Just like somehow we'll find our way back to our own century. These things just happen to us, somehow.

Hydrogen Guy
Wow, DB. I've never know you to be so unboundedly optimistic before. You give me renewed hope in this, our darkest hour.

Deuterium Boy
I know it'll be okay. The pie told me so.

Hydrogen Guy
The... pie... ?

Deuterium Boy
The cosmic pastry which watches over all men's souls and fills the Universe with love and laughter. It spoke to me back in the SkyTrain station.

Hydrogen Guy
Uh...

Algernon
Blast!

Hydrogen Guy
[eager to be distracted] What is it?

Algernon
I tried all the lad's cells, and I got 404's on all of them. Not connected to the network.

Deuterium Boy
You mean... ?

Reaper
[nods his head silently]

Algernon
Blast and blast. We were at school together. Friedrich, Bingley and Fitzwilliam were there, merrily at my side, when I blew up my first Hydro ammunition shed.

Hydrogen Guy
Sorry, Algernon.

Algernon
[shrugs] Well, that's the business, isn't it? Who knows how long before I'm 404 myself...

SkyTrain Voice:
Ding...Ding...Ding! The next stop is... Checkpoint Twelve.

Algernon
That's our stop.

The SkyTrain slows to a halt and the doors slide open. A computerized voice wishes them a pleasant day as they leave the train.

They leave the station, and they are now in Downtown Vancouver. But it is not the downtown we know and love. Once past the formidable BC Transit Security Perimeter, a bleak vista of urban decay and Geiger-esque architecture greets the idealistic eyes of our heroes. Blasted rubble and debris punctuate the street, recognizable as Granville. They walk down the sidewalk, stepping over piles of refuse and exploded shells, occasionally stepping through a cloud of foul smelling steam pouring from one of a multitude of ducts and pipes. A large blue truck, similar to Telus's assault vehicles but bearing the logo of Concord Pacific, passes by on routine patrol. The eclectic group is given just a cursory glance by the masked soldiers riding the truck.

They approach a partially demolished office building. The first two stories are still intact, however, and are occupied by Pizza Kremlin, as announced by a large red neon star. They enter and are greeted by a waitress in a plain grey high-collared uniform.

Waitress
Good day, comrades. Glory to the revolution!

Hydrogen Guy
Revolution? What revolution?

Waitress
Why, the worker's revolution of social justice and equality amongst all pizzas, of course!

Hydrogen Guy
Of course. It all makes sense now.

Waitress
Come, please, with me.

She leads them to a table, hands them each a menu, and leaves.

Algernon
It'd be a good idea if you didn't ask questions like that.

Hydrogen Guy
Like what?

Algernon
Anyone who passed elementary school knows about the Pizza Proletariat. Stupid people get killed quickly in this century... look at the Quayle Regime in '26.

Deuterium Boy
Hey - what's with this menu?

Hydrogen Guy
Yeah... there isn't any food here. It's all weapons.

Algernon
Pizza Kremlin is one of the biggest arms dealers around these parts. They're one of the few businesses not run by any of the Corporates. The Corporates allow them in their sectors despite their ideology in exchange for keeping their troops well armed.

In a minute the waitress returns with two pepperoni pizzas.

Deuterium Boy
Hey! We haven't ordered yet!

Waitress
Choosing a pizza is itself an act of oppression against the proletariat, implying that some pizzas are superior to others. The New World Order at Pizza Kremlin has eliminated such bourgeoisie capitalist dogma!

Algernon
[looking at the menu] We'll have the Sweitzer 500-J Quasi-Automatic laser rifle.

Waitress
Excellent choice, brother workers.

Hydrogen Guy
The All-You-Can-Shoot Ammo Buffet looks scrumptious... [Waitress grabs the menu away]

Waitress
Will that be all, comrades?

Algernon
Just one thing... tell "Number 17" we have his "special delivery".

Waitress
Ahhh... I see...

She reaches into the pouch at her side and pulls out a compact pistol-shaped device. Its "barrel" is a metallic coil of some kind.

Algernon
Hey! What the... is this some kind of double cross?

Waitress
Nyet, comrade... just a little appetizer!

She pulls the trigger on the device, and the high-frequency harmonics produced knocks Hydrogen Guy, Deuterium Boy and Algernon War unconscious. They collapse on the table. Reaper appears unaffected.

Reaper
[not-at-all surprised silence]

The waitress reaches up behind her ear and activates her cell implant. She speaks an eight digit number, and waits for the connection. A voice speaks in her ear, and she responds.

Waitress
Number 17, your order is ready.

Voice of No. 17
Very good, Natasha... I'll have them to go.

Great Trotsky's Ghost! Our Heroes, captives yet again to an Unknown Force in a Dystopian Future? Who is the mysterious Number 17? What does he want with Our Heroes? Is this The End? Or did The Cosmic Pastry speak the Truth, and Everything Will Be Okay? Find out in Part IV of...

Never Say Die Till You're Dead
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