Narrator: As the rescuers crash into the central chamber loaded for the proverbial bear, they expect to come under immediate heavy fire from multiple targets.
Narrator: The fire never materializes. The targets have already been targeted, right along with the hostages.
Narrator: Unfortunately, we have other threads to get to just now. Don't worry, though. The bodies in this room aren't going anywhere on their own.
Narrator: Last week we left some smart munitions in flight.
F'sherl Smartbombs: Yee-HAH!
Narrator: They'll have to wait another week. We've got 950 million prison modules to look in on.
F'sherl Smartbombs: Hey...
Narrator: Aboard 950 million prison modules, events unfold nearly identically:
Narrator: ... A monstrous rescue-bot appears with a breathless Gav on its back.
AyleeBot: Hey... you rode through the copy mechanism with me.
Gavclones: It beats being killed by Megiddo and his goons.
AyleeBot: The final transmission from my original module indicates that you have been killed by Megiddo or his goons.
Gavclones: Oh. Well, okay then. But I'm still alive.
AyleeBot: Massively so. There are now 950 million of you.
AyleeBot: According to the latest available galactic census data, blue-haired, Caucasian human males are now the largest single sapient ethnicity in the galaxy. You outnumber several entire sapient species.
AyleeBot: You are no longer merely human. You have become your own, weird demographic.
Gavclones: That reminds me of my days as a web cartoonist.