8.Keep Quiet
I've seen your face in the shadows.
I've seen your face in the places I wasn't meant to be.
I've heard them whisper about you.
I've heard the men in the bars
And I've seen the women lock their doors at night
They say your eyes are on fire.
They say you'd kill a man for walking the wrong side of the line
But men, they say a lot of foolish things
And n the end the only words I can find to believe in are mine.
They say
This city, she's been dead for years now... for years now.
So death is not something that scares me... that scares me.
There's worse things than death here.
They told me...
Keep quiet.
I will not be told where to stand!
I will not be told what to say.
Not by man or machine,
Not by you,
Not by anyone tonight!
You're gonna have to do better than fear.
You're gonna have to step out of the shadows and fight.
And when they see your face again,
They will know what it means
To have fear dragged out into the light.
Drag it out!
Human Choir：
This city, she's been dead for years now... for years now.
So death is not something that scares me... that scares me.
There's worse things than death here.
So come on!
Come on!
Step into the light!
The red-eyed assassin stepped from the shadows. He'd been
keeping pace with a motorcycle racing at top speed for an hour,
yet he showed no sign of fatigue. The gray-haired man watched
from the alley tensing visibly as the machine revealed itself.
Joe slowly backed away from the bike, deliberately withdrawing
towards the gray-haired man in the alley. He stopped as his foot
brushed against something solid.
The sniper robot's hand never ocne went for the gun at its side.
It leaned in, a large blade clenched in its left fist, waiting
for the proper moment.
This city, she's been dead for years now... for years now.
So death is not something that scares me... that scares me.
There's worse things
Than death here
There's loss and there's silence and sadness.
Joe's hands were shaking.
So come on,
Come on,
Just open your mouths and revive it.
Joe leaned forward and charged towards the machine. If he was
going to die, he would go down swinging. He plunged his shoulder
into the chest of the automaton. With every bit of strength he
could summon, Joe thrust upward, and both man and machine left
the ground in an arc. By the time they slammed back into the
asphalt, the machine was on top, its cold hands tightening
around Joe'e neck. The impact sent the pipe bounding far from
Joe's reach. Joe's fingers clawed at the smooth metal covering
the machine, searching for a chink in its armor. His hand found
the gun instead.
The light of the blast was painful, even through Joe's closed
eyes. He opened them slowly. Carefully. He found the machine
lying several feet away, immobilized, with a smoking hole in its
chest. Its red eye fading and flickering. Joe rose. He
approached the machine. He pointed the gun at the robot's head
and slid his finger over the trigger, steeling himself for the
blast. The gray-haired man stopped him. The man knelt down - his
face inches from the machine's - and spoke, his voice gruff and
trembling.
'I built this. It's mine to destroy.'
With surprising speed, his right hand shot to Joe's boot and
withdrew the knife. With his left hand he grabbed the machine by
the jugular-shaped electrical conduit at its throat and sliced.
A single swift blow. The eye went dark. The machine was dead.
The two faced each other in the middle of the street. Joe's
labored breaths drowning out the telescreen in the distance.
'My name is Thomas Light...'
Returning to the lifeless machine at his feet, Light motioned
for the speechless Joe to assist him. Together, they dragged the
remains of the murderer out of the light and into the protection
of the alley. Light sheathed the knife into Joe's boot holster
and turned back to the machine. He examined the assassin for a
few seconds and nodded. With a few deft motions, he detached the
dark green helmet from the body of the robot, tossing it to Joe.
'Here... try this on.'
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