Blame It On The Brain, part 6
Chapter 19: A Spaceship Named Desire
abandoned the helm and ran headlong through the ship, arriving in the
cargo bay even as vapour still billowed from the re-compression
nozzles set in the bulkhead. She stumbled over masses of netting
piled up on the deck, to where the motionless figure in the orange
space suit lay tangled up.
felt tears running down her face as she sliced through the giraffe
net with her field knife and pulled Fry out by the arms. His skin was
almost white, except for the red and purple vacuum burns that marred
his face. With shaking fingers, she unlatched the helmet and pulled
she said. “Fry?!” He wasn’t breathing, and
so as Bender and Nibbler arrived she bent over him and placed her
mouth over his cracked lips, blowing air into brutally battered
it again and again, with no response, pausing to press her fingers
against his carotid artery.
no pulse!” she sobbed, willing his bruised eyelids to open.
aside!” Bender said. The robot crouched and forcibly tore the
front of Fry’s space suit open. “Clear!” he said,
placing his metal hands on Fry’s chest. A sharp jolt of
electricity lanced into Fry’s body and his spine arced, before
slumping down again. Leela checked his pulse once more, and shook her
head. She blew three more breaths into Fry’s mouth and moved
back while Bender defibrillated him once again.
repeated the process several times, with Leela’s tears falling
on Fry’s still face. Nibbler paced up and down, wringing his
little paws anxiously.
you sure you’re doing it right?” he said.
Leela shouted. “Be quiet!” She breathed into Fry again,
and sat back on her haunches as Bender zapped him.
on Fry,” she said, looking at the pale figure. “Don’t
do this to me… please don’t do this to me.”
moved back from Fry’s body, looking defeated. “Leela…”
he said quietly. “I don’t think he’s gonna…”
up!” Leela yelled, her voice breaking. “I don’t
want to hear it! We won’t give up on him! He’d never give
up on any of us!” Sobbing, she took Fry’s face between
her hands and pressed her lips against his, trying to breathe life
into him. Again and again she emptied her lungs into his, until she
started to get dizzy, then she broke away and hammered her fist
against his sternum.
up, damn you!” she shouted between sobs, pounding his chest
repeatedly. “You can’t do this to me! I’m your
Captain – I didn’t give you permission to lie down on the
job – wake up!”
gently took Leela by the shoulders, and she collapsed against him,
weeping pitifully into his metal chest.
God,” she cried. “I don’t know what to… I
not right,” Bender said, hugging her closely. “It just
stared gravely at the dead man. “This cannot be,” he
said. “Without the Mighty One, the Universe will…”
cares about your damned Universe!?” Leela screamed,
lurching away from Bender to stand with her fists clenched, as if she
hoped to punch death itself. “What good is all your talk of
fate and destiny if it can’t bring my Fry back?”
said nothing, and Leela fell to her knees beside Fry’s body.
For a moment there was silence, and Leela stared at the motionless
form. Then her eye narrowed.
she said, with anger bubbling in her voice. “No, I’m not
letting you give up!” She began breathing into his mouth again,
stop,” Bender said miserably, reaching to pull her back. “It’s
pointless, leave him be.”
him!” Leela shouted.
it, you useless walking trashcan!”
compliant, Bender put his hands on Fry’s chest and emptied
voltage into his body. Leela checked the pulse.
the thump of electricity, and Fry’s body spasmed… and
then he gasped. His eyes fluttered open as he sucked in a huge
quantity of air, and then he turned on his side, wracked by a
terrible fit of coughing. Leela was holding him tight, her tears of
relief warm on his skin; Bender gripped his hand, and Nibbler
scurried around him excitedly.
others were talking, but Fry couldn’t focus on the words –
his brain hadn’t yet re-oxygenated completely. His vision was
blurred, and his entire body felt like one huge amorphous toothache.
was able to form words, his voice rasped like a badly-tuned radio.
not… dead,” he observed.
were,” Bender said. “For about five minutes. Good to have
you back, buddy.”
was worried for a moment,” Nibbler added. “But your grip
on life is most tenacious indeed. Welcome back.”
looked up at Leela. She was holding him across her lap, looking
wretchedly exhausted and tear-streaked and beautiful. She leaned down
and kissed him, and then drew back and struck him across the face
with an open palm. The slap barely registered on top of all the other
pain, but the sudden fury in her eye made Fry cringe.
for making me cry,” she said angrily. “You stupid heroic
bastard – what the hell gives you the right to throw away your
life and leave all your friends behind?!”
trying to save you all,” Fry whispered painfully, his damaged
lungs and esophagus not quite up to the task of normal speech.
“Didn’t… wanna see you get hurt…”
I am hurt!” Leela cried. “Look at me! I thought
I’d lost you… how could I ever keep going?”
Fry rasped, slumping down into her lap and shutting his eyes.
on,” Bender said softly. “Let’s get him to the
sickbay.” He coiled his arms under Fry and took him off Leela,
carrying him away.
of Fate still hung from Fry’s spacesuit utility harness,
shimmering in constant flux.
by its escort of subservient Brainspawn, Onespawn entered the outer
reaches of the Sol system – birthplace of humanity. Earth
gleamed like a distant gem close to its warm yellow star, but
Onespawn wasn’t ready for that yet. Instead, it angled toward
the furthest planet – the insignificant ice-ball called Pluto.
and familiar subspace disturbance had resumed, and Onespawn realized
that somehow, against all odds, the Mighty One had survived. It
needed to build its strength – absorb mass for conversion to
energy, and go to the city of New New York where Philip J. Fry was
sure to follow. And when the idiot tried to save his home, he would
be consumed in the maelstrom that Onespawn would unleash.
its undamaged side to take the thermal load, Onespawn entered Pluto’s
thin atmosphere, carving a vast line of fire against the planet’s
dark sky. The subsumed Brainspawn horde remained in orbit,
patrolling. Pluto was a world that had never really made it –
terraforming projects had come and gone, managing to thicken the
atmosphere only slightly; in the end it had been like trying to bail
water with a butterfly net.
that Onespawn really cared, it just happened to have the knowledge
accrued by the long-dead Infosphere kicking around in its mind.
slammed down into a glacier and sunk in the resulting crater amid
vast plumes of steam. Rock lay beneath the ice, and the creature
immediately extended its pseudopod growths to begin tearing into the
raw materials; feeding them back into itself and using them to grow
and change. As the planet’s crust began to subside beneath
Onespawn, a large crowd of penguins appeared around the giant brain’s
crater. Oddly, many of them appeared to be armed with rifles. Not
bothering to ponder this particular turn of insanity, Onespawn
expanded its stupidification field, leaving the flightless birds
stumbling around and accidentally shooting one another.
The gigantic abomination had designed a new organ, which
it began to construct. It was an esoteric growth, spherical and made
of strange matter that the creature had to refine at the sub-atomic
level through the destruction of regular matter.
only one purpose – the cancelling of reality.
Omicronians had confronted Mom’s ship after Onespawn’s
second escape, and she was forced to make a difficult choice. She
told Lrrr everything – about the summoning of the Brainspawn,
and all that had happened since. Transparency, she figured, might
make the alien less inclined to turn her ship into molten slag.
expressed his loud and unrestrained disgust at humanity’s
propensity for meddling with forces it didn’t understand.
Nevertheless, his overriding concern was in regard to the revelation
that Onespawn had the ability and inclination to destroy the
must be stopped,” Lrrr declared.
the Omicronian armada, along with the Momship, set off in the
direction Onespawn had gone… in the direction of Earth.
of Richard M. Nixon appeared on a holographic display on the bridge
of the Nimbus, illuminated in 3D.
Captain Zapp Brannigan said. “This new hologram display is so
realistic – I can almost smell the cranial preservation
fluids.” He leaned over in his command chair and nudged his
lieutenant, continuing in a low voice. “Imagine how skin flicks
are gonna look on this baby… all those big bouncy juicy…”
up, Brannigan!” Nixon growled. “We’ve got an
unknown incursion force in the solar system. Observation drones show
it’s made planetfall on Pluto.”
eh?” Brannigan said, rubbing his square chin thoughtfully.
“Wasn’t that Mickey Mouse’s dog?”
fleet is being mobilized,” Nixon went on. “With your
experience in dealing with hostile alien threats, you’ve been
selected as commander of operations – investigate the nature
and intent of the invasion force, and then destroy it regardless of
well, Mr. President’s head. I will make haste.” The
hologram vanished and Zapp turned slowly in his seat, incidentally
giving the rest of the bridge crew an unwanted view up his velour
I set the course, sir?” Kif asked.
where, Kif?” Zapp said. “You and I both know there’s
no planet named Pluto. The President was speaking in code…
obviously he’s being held against his will and is trying to get
a message out… but what did he mean?”
Kif wordlessly keyed the stellar cartography console to bring up the
image and location of the planet Pluto on the holograph projector.
Zapp said, raising an eyebrow. “Must be new. Well… Kif –
shouldn’t you be setting a course?”
and Leela watched over him, leaning against the sickbay doorframe
with her arms folded and an unreadable expression on her face. Bender
and Nibbler came and went, but she remained, watching over him as the
low-quality medical nanites and protein boosters from the ship’s
meagre first aid supplies did their work.
body was a disaster zone (more so than usual). The rapid
decompression had torn the lining of his lungs and ruptured thousands
of blood vessels all over his body. Compounding the damage was the
tissue hypoxia resulting from the long minutes of
oxygen starvation. Back in his own era, he would have permenant brain
damage, though Leela knew his brain wasn’t exactly a normal
specimen. The 31st century meds would be able to repair
the damage in any case.
stirred, and Leela was at his side instantly, looking down at him in
concern. He blinked and focused her.
he said groggily. “Leela… your eye.”
like to wake up looking at your eye… every morning for the
rest of my life…” he said.
smirked. “A little bit of horror to start the day?” she
gotta be joking,” Fry murmured, still drifting around the edge
of full consciousness. “You have a beautiful eye… like a
gem in the heavens… I could lose myself in it.”
momentarily taken aback by that, stared at Fry for a few seconds
longer before speaking again. “Are you… feeling any
better?” she asked with uncharacteristic shyness.
numb,” Fry replied. “I guess I was pretty stupid, huh?”
looked away. “No, not really,” she said quietly. “I
guess you were noble and brave and selfless, damn you. I don’t
know if I would have had the courage to do what you did. I’m
sorry I yelled… and hit you.”
okay. It’s what I’m here for.” Having progressed up
through a few more layers of wakefulness, Fry attempted the
treacherous ascent to sitting position, almost falling off the cot in
the process. Leela supported him, and he found himself swaying, dizzy
couldn’t beat Onespawn,” he said miserably.
okay,” Leela said.
just flung me aside like a rag-doll…”
worry about that now,” Leela said forcibly. “You’ve
been through a horrible ordeal. The recovery process is going to be
long and arduous. Even with the most advanced medical techniques,
it’s still going to be more than an hour before you’re
fully back to normal.”
his condition, Fry had to chuckle at that. He now lived in a world
where decapitation was a mere flesh-wound, and there was a single
pill to counter the effects of close-proximity shotgun blasts.
Medical wizardry was taken for granted.
are you laughing?” Leela said seriously. “You’re
facing more than sixty minutes of convelescance; it’s going to
be hard for you.”
survive,” he replied. “What happened to Onespawn?”
Leela thought back. “The Nibblonians and the other Brainspawn
attacked it, but Nibbler says that it somehow took control of the
Brainspawn and forced the Nibblonians away, and then for some reason
the Omicronians attacked it as well and it ran away in the direction
that’ll happen,” Fry said, nodding. “Wait…
nodded yes, and they both stared at each other sombrely. There was
too much space and too many planets for it to be random – the
creature was intentionally going for the home-planet of its great
is getting heavy,” Fry said, swinging his legs over the side of
Leela repeated incredulously.
raised his hands and stared at them, slowly wiggling each of his
fingers in turn. Memory of his contact with Onespawn returned to him,
eliciting strange thoughts.
he said without looking at her. “What colour are my eyes?”
eyes…?” Leela paused in puzzlement for a moment, and
tilted her head to see his face. “Green,” she said. “You
have green eyes.”
when?” he asked, looking up at her. “And since when was
your eye purple?”
Leela said, frowning in confusion. “What are you talking
not sure how to explain it,” Fry said. “But… I
think we’re more real than we used to be… I mean,
can you remember a time before this last week when things were so
has been pretty intense,” she admitted.
don’t mean like that,” Fry said. “I mean…
gritty. Like we went from Hogan’s Heroes to Saving
Private Ryan in the blink of an eye. Honestly, can you remember any
time before this week when you noticed the colour of someone’s
don’t understand,” Leela said. She frowned, trying to
recall, but could only picture simple white circles with black dots
in them, like ping-pong balls dabbed with a marker. Which was
well answer me this,” Fry said. “Without looking at your
hands – how many fingers do you have, altogether?”
Leela said automatically.
lifted her hands and stared at them. Five fingers adorned each.
Fry said. “Can you explain that?”
blinked in bewilderment. “Fry… what’s going on?”
told me that reality isn’t real… that we’re being
constantly reshaped by outside forces. That’s why it wants to
destroy this Universe – it thinks it’s all make-believe
that’s insane!” Leela said. “We’re real –
our memories are real… the feelings we have for each other are
said nothing, looking worried, and Leela took his hand, holding it
against her left breast so he could feel the beating of her heart.
is real,” she whispered.
nodded. “Yeah…” he said. “Of course…
I was just… no, it’s nothing. My mind was playing
tricks… or more likely Onespawn was.”
of them was fully convinced, but each put on a brave face for the
find a way through this, Fry,” Leela told him. “Whatever
the truth is, we’ll face it together. Just don’t
go off on your own again.”
he said. “Do you forgive me?”
smiled. “Never in a million years.” She leaned over and
kissed him softly… and then less softly. Within a few moments
she had him pressed back down on the cot, straddling him; moaning and
caressing. They bagan tugging at each other’s clothes, hands
and elbows getting tangled.
Fry grunted. “Still a little tender… everywhere.”
Leela giggled. They kissed passionately until a camera flash made
them stop and look up in alarm.
Bender said, lowering his camera. “That shot’s gonna look
great on my ‘space captains gone wild’ website. Talk
about a good bedside manner.”
what the hell is wrong with you?” Fry snapped angrily, pulling
his hands out of Leela’s tank top.
a coldhearted machine with no sense of morality,” the robot
replied matter-of-factly, and then he narrowed his eye shutters.
“Wait a second… Leela? Are you and Fry an item now or
it got to do with you?” Leela said, climbing off Fry and
straightening her clothes.
I thought you were secretly in love with me.”
gaped in horror and bewilderment. “What the hell are you
else would you keep giving me all those gifts? The watch, the
pendant, the coffee machine?”
you stole those things from me!”
difference.” He lost interest and started to walk away. “Oh
yeah,” he added. “We’re coming up on the Sol
system, and it looks like all kinds of organic waste is about to get
thrown through the propeller blades.” He disappeared, and Leela
turned to Fry.
you walk?” she asked.
glanced down. “Yeah,” he said. “Fortunately I’m
wearing my baggy pants.”
made their way to the bridge, where Bender and Nibbler were poring
over long-range sensor readouts. Ahead was the distant, comfortingly
familiar yellow glow of their home star.
the situation?” Leela said.
are progressing in a most concentrated form,” Nibbler replied.
“Onespawn has settled on Pluto, with the Brainspawn forming a
protective cordon around it. The Democratic Order Of Planets fleet
has mobilized, but are having no luck breaking through the
stupefaction field, and just minutes ago the Omicronian armada
dropped out of hyperspace along with Mom’s vessel.”
Louise,” Fry muttered.
isn’t the worst of it,” Nibbler said. “I’m
detecting a massive drain of all ambient energy within and around the
planet.” He pointed at the sensor screen where a display of
complex sine waves was replaced by an image of Pluto, with what
looked like a vast web of cracks expanding across the surface from a
central point. The icy little world was slowly collapsing on itself.
does that mean?” Leela said.
means Onespawn is almost ready to begin.”
looked at her wordlessly, and realization struck.
again with the ominous foreshadowing,” Bender groaned. “It’s
starting to sound like a broken MP3.”
are we going to play this?” Fry said, his voice still rough
around the edges. “We’ve still got the Lance, but now
Onespawn has an army of Brainspawn to throw at us.”
only that,” Leela added, “but unless Mom can manage some
really fast explaining, the DOOP and the Omicronians might just start
firing on each other and save Onespawn the trouble – our sky is
certainly getting cluttered out there. I don’t fancy our
chances of navigating through it all.”
if we tell someone we’re here?” Fry offered.
activated the ship’s communications array and sent out a hail.
Almost instantly, the face of Captain Zapp Brannigan appeared
onscreen, and just as instantly Leela turned it off again before the
Zapper could utter a word.
I think it would probably save a lot of confusion and suspicion if we
kept under the radar,” she said stiffly.
think the gun-toting generals and majors out there are about to have
a little more to worry about besides little old us,” Fry said,
pointing out the forward viewscreen.
the inky backdrop of space, Pluto was shattering. Vast chunks of the
icy planet were thrown outward as massive discharges of energy ripped
through the dying world. And then, encased in an incandescent shell
of light, Onespawn ascended – larger than before, and more
powerful by far. As the DOOP and Omicronian fleets turned to fire on
the monster, it extended tendrils of destructive force, smashing the
ships aside like toys, and then it moved beyond them as if they were
of no consequence – moving with its accompanying bodyguard of
Brainspawn in a straight line toward the third planet of the system.
do we do now?” Bender said.
stared fixedly. “We follow,” he said. “And we
finish this thing.”
Nibbler grunted. “Out of intense complexities
intense simplicities emerge.”
Chapter 20: High Orbit Drifter
Zoidberg, painfully bruised by his encounter with the police, sat
alone in the empty Planet Express building. Silence hung in the musty
conference room – the kind of silence that screams and rattles,
demanding to be filled by a droning television or a madman talking to
this place were any more lively, a funeral might break out,”
Zoidberg murmured , clacking his claws nervously to fill the quiet.
He had no idea where any of the others were, or if they were even
alive, and he didn’t highly rate his chances of finding a new
sudden scrabbling and squarking sound caught his attention, and he
wandered out the the staff common room to see what it was, grateful
for the distraction. At the window, a pair of owls fluttered and
scratched at the glass noisily, trying to get out.
you go, my little vermin friends,” Zoidberg said, lifting the
latch and pushing the window open. “Don’t forget your
good friend Zoidberg when you make the big-time out there in the
watched the two owls fly away, and noticed that they were joining
large numbers of the feathered pests that were all winging across the
city in great clouds… all departing at once.
without a shred of practical knowledge at his disposal, Zoidberg knew
that rats always abandoned a burning ship – winged ones
included. The sight of the vast exodus filled him with foreboding.
wicked this way comes,” he warbled quietly to himself.
all the terrifying spectacle of a large-scale space battle, with
world-shattering explosions and huge juggernauts of steel tumbling
through the void, there was always something very abstract about it.
It was the lack of sound. Cataclysmic detonations ripped through
space and massive ships crisscrossed each other with flaring engines,
all in utter silence. It leant a deceptively serene, detached sense
to the destructive ballet.
Brannigan stood watching on the bridge of the Nimbus as the two
fleets tried to fight off the giant alien brain.
should put this to music,” he decided. “Kif? A
battle-anthem if you will.”
little green Lieutenant activated the ship’s audio system and
dropped the MP3 player’s needle into the groove of a sound
file. At once Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture erupted from the
speakers with dramatic fanfare.
no, no!” Zapp snapped. “I said
a battle-anthem – not some sissy classical nonsense. Put
it on track seventeen.”
moved the MP2 needle into a different groove, and the overproduced
voice of a pop starlet rang out across the bridge.
I did it again. I played with your heart, got lost in the game. Oh
yeah,” Zapp said, nodding his head and failing to notice the
looks of disdain on the faces of all his crew.
Kif had to raise his voice over Britney’s horrendous
caterwauling. “Sir! The enemy has broken through the defensive
cordon – every ship that comes close is effected by its psychic
attack?” Zapp said. “How can it kick? It doesn’t
have any legs.”
groaned expressively. “Nevertheless, sir – it is beating
us, even with the Omicronians’ support.”
Zapp repeated. “Nobody beats Brannigan except Brannigan
was unsure of what was being implied by that statement and decided
not to analyse it too closely.
orders, sir?” he said.
all Botox torpedos!”
are you going to question my every command?”
Nimbus, flagship of the DOOP fleet, dropped into the brutal fray that
surrounded Onespawn as the monstrous creature bore down on Earth.
DOOP and Omicronian ships flew side-by-side for the first time, but
were being rapidly destroyed. Onespawn itself took very few hits –
sending its subservient Brainspawn to intercept the long-range
weapons fire and be vaporized in its place.
battle wore on, and Earth grew larger and bluer.
waves buffeted the Momship, tripping numerous warning alarms on the
bridge. Mom massaged her temples as President Nixon gave her a
jowl-lashing over the ship-to-planet channel, detailing the charges
that would be laid against Momcorp and herself personally for
instigating the cataclysm.
the hell up, Nixon, you podgy skull-in-a-bottle,” she snapped
finally. “You think I don’t know? Why do you think I’ve
been out here trying to stop the damn thing!?”
Nixon glared out of the little screen on Mom’s command console.
“Well I hope for your sake you’ve got some plan to deal
with this… creature, before it finds popular support with the
hippies down here and they start protesting on my doorstep again.”
sat back in her chair and looked away. Another shockwave from the
nearby space battle made the deck tremble.
paced back and forth in a leisurely manner with his hands stuffed
deep in his pockets. When he finally spoke, he addressed Professor
may only hold a degree in Advanced Janitorial Science,” he
said, “but I reckon it might be a prudent move to have all
those big spaceships out there focus their weapons at one specific
point on that there giant brain thingy.”
point would that be?” Farnsworth asked, trying to figure out
who the man was.
rightly say,” Scruffy replied. “But Scruffy’d
suggest takin’ out whatever part’s responsible for makin’
folk stupid… that’d seem to be of most use.”
the Gods!” Farnsworth said. “This mysterious stranger is
right!” He began consulting the recorded data on his Tricorder,
hurriedly scrolling through the scans and graphics taken of Onespawn.
patted the janitor on the shoulder. “Dat was some mighty good
tinkin’,” he said.
good work Scrappy,” Amy added. Scruffy didn’t bother
got it!” Farnsworth said, shuffling over to Mom and holding the
Tricorder aloft. “There is a portion of the creature at the top
frontal region, near the analogous Superior frontal gyrus, where all
of its stupidification waves are generated. If it can be disabled
then we’ll stand a much greater chance of fighting it on our
me that!” Mom snatched the device off Farnsworth and plugged it
into her console. “Nixon – I’m feeding new target
coordinates to the two battle fleets.” Her screen divided to
show Lrrr and Zapp Brannigan.
you idiots,” she said. “You think you can work together
and direct all your firepower on that point?”
ma’am!” Zapp and Lrrr both said at the same time.
unnoticed amid the chaos, a little green freighter flew between the
massive warships, dodging around their gargantuan hulls and debris
weaved the Planet Express ship through the battlefield, darting
across the bows of DOOP and Omicronian vessels and avoiding the path
of their weapons fire.
on the breeze, feather on the breeze,” she said to herself
through clenched teeth.
flashes of psychoplasmic energy lit up space, and the burning,
fragmenting bulk of a stricken DOOP warship reared up in front of
them – a buckling wall of metal.
ship!” Bender yelled as they sped toward the looming behemoth.
A great tear appeared in the warship’s side, and Leela tilted
the PE ship on its side, flying into the tear and through the
exploding insides of the vessel to emerge on the other side.
believe I just soiled myself,” Nibbler muttered, shaken.
is stupid,” Fry said. “Those fleets are being blown to
pieces for no reason – they can’t stop Onespawn!”
but they can weaken it sufficiently to improve our chances of
success,” Nibbler said. “In any case – you cannot
perform your role until the creature enters the atmosphere.”
mean we have to let it reach Earth?” Bender asked. “But
that’s where all my stuff is!”
have more pressing concerns,” Leela said. Ahead, a score of
Brainspawn had detached from the main fighting and were angling
towards them. “Looks like we’re about to be stupid
again,” she added.
if I can help it,” Fry replied. He turned and ran back through
the companionway and climbed the ladder up into the gunner’s
turret. With the flick of a switch, the laser cannon hummed through
its initial charge-up routine, and Fry watched through the bubble
canopy as the brains approached.
mind isn’t really such a terrible thing to waste,” he
muttered, lining the creatures up in his sights. “Wrap your
grey-matter around this!”
opened fire, raking into the approaching brains and laughing in
elation as they ignited and burst like water balloons one after the
other. It occurred to him that he was probably enjoying it more than
Nimbus moved into formation alongside Lrrr’s command saucer,
both vessels launching small fighter craft that flew flanking sorties
to tie up the Brainspawn escorts.
you ready?” Brannigan asked Lrrr through the communications
was hatched ready!” Lrrr bellowed.
the two ships opened up with their full weapons arsenal, diverting
all power, including shields, to one massive assault. Onespawn,
directly ahead of them, was struck head-on by the enormous combined
attack of beam and projectile ordinance. The assault focused on one
point, where Onespawn’s protective shell quickly weakened and
collapsed. Its pseudoflesh was ruptured by huge amounts of explosive
and radioactive energy that tore into it, destroying the stupidifying
region of its mind.
let out a psychic roar that shook the heavens, and unleashed a
devastating torrent of psychoplasmic discharge in the direction of
the attacking ships.
Nimbus took the brunt of the barrage, with colossal wounds being
blasted from its white hull. The ship shook under the impacts, and
main power cut out, with more of the destructive energy balls
inbound. Zapp Brannigan made a womanlike whimpering sound.
command saucer had been quicker to bring its shields back online, and
suddenly, unexpectedly, it swung its superstructure in front of the
Nimbus to protect the DOOP vessel from further damage, taking the
hits for the other ship.
lord,” Zapp said in surprise as smoke wafted through the
bridge. “The Omicronians… they’re…”
don’t believe it,” Kif added, just as flabbergasted.
appeared on the holograph projector and looked at them sternly.
who fight alongside one another become brothers,” the big alien
told them. “This is part of my peoples’ code – you
protect your brother in arms. But this doesn’t mean that I like
any of you!” He folded his arms and looked away.
Brannigan grinned. “You love us. Admit it!”
Lrrr roared, killing the communications link.
I don’t think it’s wise to tease them. They are a brutal
and ill-tempered species given to random acts of genocide,” Kif
they’re just big cuddly man-eating teddy bears at heart,”
Onespawn’s stupefaction field gone, the flight groups of
smaller attack craft were able to make close strafing runs against
the creature – bombarding it with plasma yield weapons.
Furiously, Onespawn slammed the pestering fighters away one after the
other, and was almost too occupied with them to notice the familiar
green blob of the Planet Express ship as it sailed by.
glowing tendril of telekinetic energy snaked out and latched onto the
PE ship, causing it to buck violently as it came to a sudden stop.
The engines strained against the force that held the ship in place,
and the hull groaned in protest. With an internal growl of triumph,
Onespawn began to squeeze…
wrestled hopelessly with the controls, unable to break free of the
hold, while Fry blasted away pointlessly at Onespawn with the laser
cannon. The gun quickly overheated, leaving Fry staring hopelessly
out through the bubble canopy at the massive brain. Something
appeared behind it… a lot of somethings, and Fry gaped in
psychic voice entered his mind.
again, mate,” Fry replied, grinning as the Nibblonian
fleet, having suddenly appeared in the system, opened fire on the
barrage of directed energy weapons lanced into Onespawn, and it
bellowed in surprise and rage, releasing its hold on the PE ship. The
little green vessel lurched away toward the upper reaches of Earth’s
atmosphere. On the bridge, the communications screen came on, and
Nibbler,” she said in simple greeting.
came!” Nibbler said, hopping up to stare at her in surprise.
cannot stay,” Fiona replied hurriedly. “Onespawn could
erase us at any moment.”
thank you,” Nibbler replied.
were right, Lord Nibbler. Our hopes are with you and the Mighty One,
as they always should have been. If you succeed, we will meet again…
on the other side.”
Nibbler said with emotion as the image vanished.
began to apply energy into its internal quantum structure, preparing
a wave of reality dysfunction, but the Nimbus and an accompanying
group of Omicronian vessels and the much smaller Momship approached
in a wedge formation, laying down waves of suppressive fire that
allowed the fleet of Nibblonian saucers to depart the area. The
monstrous creature furiously fired off bursts of destructive energy,
forcing its attackers back to make an opening for itself. It moved
toward Earth once again, down into the atmosphere, with the ships
Momship had taken a large blow, and its weakened hull ruptured
deeply. With its engines labouring from the significant damage, it
began an uncontrolled tumble toward the swirling white clouds far
the bridge, the crew was thrown from their feet as sparks erupted all
exploding consoles!” Mom snapped.
Helm said, struggling to stay upright as the gravity horizon
fluctuated. “We’ve lost the main engines! We’re
going in hard!”
do we have?” Mom asked.
the manoeuvring verniers, but they won’t be enough to keep us
in orbit. We have to abandon ship!”
brief flicker of emotion passed across Mom’s face, and she
inclined her head. “Very well – sound the alert.”
the crew, along with Hermes, Amy, and Scruffy, all made their way off
the smoky shaking bridge toward the escape pods, Mom remained behind,
standing with her hands on the control console. Professor Farnsworth
hung back in the doorway, looking expectantly at her.
on, you stupid woman, it’s time to go!” he said.
your crap-trap, Hubert,” Mom growled. “I’ll be
along in a minute – there are a few little matters I need to
Farnsworth!” she shouted.
Professor backed away.
watched through the forward screen as Onespawn caught hold of the
Nimbus in its telekinetic grasp and began dragging the damaged DOOP
warship with it, down into the atmosphere, ripping off huge chunks of
steel it as went. She checked the vernier controls, trying an
experimental burst to slow the wild tumble.
some reason, she remembered the passionate and determined young
then you stinking great blob of grey crap,” she said, “let’s
dance.” Her fingers played across the main controls, entering a
the escape pods, Farnsworth stood anxiously waiting outside one of
the last of the cramped little tubes to deploy.
on, mon!” Hermes said from inside the tube. “Forget the
up!” Farnsworth replied. He took a step back toward the bridge,
but a sudden shill chime from the escape pod’s launch system
made him look up in alarm.
pod launch imminent!” a computerized voice announced.
“Please step inside pod. Pod will launch in five…
emergency override?” Farnsworth gasped. Hermes and Amy lunged
out and caught him by the arms, pulling him back inside the little
tube just as the airlock slammed shut.
Farnsworth shouted. “Let go of me! I have to go and…”
tube launched, shooting out of the stricken ship at high-Gs, and
Farnsworth shouted in anguish: “Caroline!”
the escape pods away, Mom eased the ship into a high angle of
atmospheric re-entry. Warning alarms rang annoyingly as hull plates
around the damaged sections began peeling away. The ship shuddered
violently from a series of internal explosions, but Mom stayed where
she was, giving the verniers constant taps to maintain a tight
were offline. Autopilot was offline. Everything was gone but for the
mass of the ship itself. And that she lined up on a collision course
with Onespawn, directly below, occupied as it was with tearing the
Nimbus to pieces. The Momship’s earlier momentum increased with
the pull of gravity, with its speed at more than eight miles a
it was moments away from Onespawn, Mom opened a broadwave
hello dearie!” she said in her traditional sweet old lady
voice. “Mommy has a present for you!”
explosion illuminated a huge area of sky, the Momship impacting with
Onespawn in a tremendous blast, most of its mass vaporizing
instantly. The creature’s structure took a battering, with
thick streamers of grey flesh whipping away. It tumbled end-over-end,
releasing its hold on the Nimbus, which angled away, trailing smoke
as it went down.
and weakened once again, Onespawn dropped through the sky, followed
by its depleted ranks of Brainspawn footsoldiers.
of debris fell through the atmosphere in a brilliant shower of
within the orbital chaos, a small object detached itself from a
satellite that it had been cannibalizing for spare parts. Ignoring
the vast and destructive space battle that was taking place, Robot
1-X Ultima locked its sensors onto the Planet Express ship as its
leading edges began to glow with re-entry friction.
things come to he who waits, Ultima thought happily, activating
the few weapons systems it had been able to repair. With a blast of
fusion flame, it shot off in pursuit of the green ship, heedless of
the battle cruisers exploding all around. Its intercept trajectory
took it in a dangerously shallow sweep across the upper atmosphere,
but Ultima braved the thermal ablation, zeroing-in on the side of the
returned to the bridge of the PE ship, noting the soft pink glow
licking across the forward viewscreen.
we faring?” he asked Leela as he strapped himself into an empty
and bruised,” Leela said. “But she’s a tough old
girl – she’ll hold together.”
Nibbler said, hanging onto the top of the radar screen. “It’s
descending toward New New York… and the fleets are holding
back their heavy weapons for fear of striking the city.”
why there?” Leela said.
trying to goad me into a confrontation,” Fry said grimly. “And
a loud clang echoed through the ship, and it shuddered.
cow!” Fry yelled in alarm.
took a swipe at us,” Leela said, struggling with the trembling
control column as the re-entry burn grew hotter and the whole ship
began to shake. “Whatever it is, it has the worst possible ti…”
She was cut off by the shriek of tearing steel and a tremendous rush
of air as the cabin’s pressure began to escape in a screaming
ship!” Bender yelled.
the airlock door that it had torn off its hinges, Ultima climbed
inside the ship and moved through onto the bridge with the roaring
tornado of air and debris blasting past it.
on for dear life, Leela, Fry, Bender, and Nibbler all turned to stare
at the damaged military robot as it loomed over them.
Chapter 21: The Silence of the Droids
they screamed. And the air screamed with them. The Planet Express
ship began a shallow lateral roll as its re-entry trajectory
God” Leela shouted, staring up at the battered war drone,
which appeared to have bolted and welded patches of steel onto itself
in a hasty self-repair job. “I can't believe it's still...”
She didn't finish the thought. Ultima opened fire with
an atom laser, the beam stabbing just past her face and blowing the
command console apart. The ship bucked violently in response to the
loss of avionics control; the assortment of alarms couldn't be heard
above the roar of wind in the cabin and the atmospheric friction
With an angry shout lost in the thinning atmosphere, Fry
unbuckled himself from his seat and launched up at the robot with
fists flailing. It deftly caught him by the face in one of its lower
manipulator claws and tossed him into the bulkhead where he crumpled
into a heap.
Leela began moving to him, but her path was blocked by the battle
droid, it hovered before her on a roughly-repaired ion thruster,
opening and closing its claws and looking somehow uncertain. She
bared her teeth as her hair whipped around and her ears popped
painfully from the pressure differential. The deck trembled beneath
hell off my ship!” she yelled at the machine, stepping forward
to meet it. Ultima fired a rubber bullet from its arm cannon at
nearly point-blank range, sending Leela sprawling at the front of the
cabin with an agonized cry.
Ocean, cloud, and land rolled in and out of view behind
Leela as she wheezed and clutched her stomach. The ship was
plummeting in a death-roll, and a deranged killer robot was looming
over her, ready to deal the death-blow...
...Except it didn't come. Ultima hesitated, wracked by
the target, end the mission. End the mission, destroy purpose. Cannot
survive without purpose.
Turanga Leela's face and vital statistics scrolled
through the robot's mind. The target was lying helpless before it,
with Ultima's crosshairs centred. Kill-shot assured.
end. Can't let it end. Can't let purpose be cancelled - won't go on
hiatus. Must continue.
Ultima fired into the deck around Leela, with an
internal shriek of frustrated indecision. The target curled into a
ball, cowering away form the blasts. From behind, the orange-haired
human approached for a second attack, swinging a fire extinguisher
that caught Ultima a blow across the cranial casing to nil effect.
The robot turned and arbitrarily deposited twenty-thousand volts
into the figure, sending him sprawling once again. This caused
the primary target further distress.
Toward the back of the cabin, Nibbler clung to a console
to do something!” Nibbler shouted at the bending robot. “You're
the only one strong enough!”
can't!” Bender wailed in anguish. “I love the 1-X
the programming!” Nibbler commanded. “You're a sentient
being, not just an inflexible assortment of data - you have the
ability to choose!”
Bender clutched his head.
hurting your friends!” Nibbler said. “They need you!”
Bender trembled from his own internal contradictions,
struggling to find his way through the compatibility program that had
been installed in him. The 1-X series robots were superior –
bastions of goodness and functionality. They were his friends.
friends were lying on the deck, bruised and beaten, with a violent
and destructive thing looming over them. Fry and Leela were
his friends. A 1-X robot was threatening them… 1-X robot…
The 1-X robot was his…
Bender said in a strangled voice. “Enemy… enemy…
enemy…” He surged to his feet and stood, clenching his
metal fists, with a tremble running through him. In front, the
military 1-X had picked Leela up, and held her as though uncertain of
what to do with her.
rivet face!” Bender shouted, and Ultima turned to regard him.
“Sorry to say, buddy - You’re pending for a bending!”
He leapt forward, sweeping his arms in parabolic arcs to meet the
other robot, which dropped Leela to the deck and brought its weapons
two robots slammed together in a shower of sparks, Bender pounding at
Ultima’s already-damaged casing, and Ultima trying to draw bead
on the bending robot with its cannons. Bender batted the weapons
aside and they discharged into the bulkhead and equipment racks.
have to do better than that, circuit-bag,” Bender said,
punching the war drone in the face plate.
struggling to her feet on the shifting deck, was forced to duck
beneath a flurry of slashing robot arms. She dived and rolled away
from Bender and Ultima, making for the control console but finding it
molten and useless.
she said as a blue and green panorama pitched up in front of the
plummeting ship. They were getting awfully close to being a smear on
the landscape – unless she could regain control and aerobrake.
still grappled with Ultima, the clash of their metal bodies ringing
even above the rushing air. They traded blow after blow, with
servomotors and pneumatics whining and hissing under the strain.
struggled over to the navigation console and Fry joined her.
we boned?” he asked, watching as Bender fought with the other
nearly,” Leela said, activating a secondary control column that
unfolded from a floor recess. “If I can’t bleed off a lot
of speed in very little time we’re all going to have a close
interpersonal experience with several geological strata of
can do it,” Fry said with casual certainty, wincing when Bender
took a particularly hard hit that dislodged his left arm.
not so sure,” Leela replied, wrestling with the controls. She’d
corrected the violent spin, but Mother Earth was still rushing up at
them at a decidedly unhealthy rate.
am,” Fry replied, stepping past her. “I believe in you.”
He picked up Bender’s left arm from the deck, hefting it like a
club and rushing forward to strike Ultima across the back with it.
Ultima turned, and Fry feinted away, tossing the arm to Bender, who
quickly reattached it and wrapped it and its partner limb around
Ultima’s head from behind.
metaltube!” Bender said, tightening the sleeper hold until
Ultima’s cranial casing began to creak. “I’ve got
your number, you stinking pile of… oh someone else’s
God!” Ultima had reached around and grabbed Bender by the
Shiny Metal Ass, and was now flinging him around, bashing him with
great force against the fuselage and equipment racks.
you’re doing great! I think he’s starting to tire out!”
Fry yelled, right before Ultima threw Bender at him, and they both
went skidding across the deck to slam painfully into the bulkhead.
for breaking my fall, pal,” Bender said, picking himself up off
a battered Fry who managed a strangled moan. “Time for some
Ultimate Robot Fighting action!” He ran back toward Ultima,
taking a few laser hits as he went, but shrugging them off. He swung
his fists, one after the other, and Ultima caught them both in its
manipulator claws, holding the bending robot’s arms at bay as
it lined up its weapon pods. But Bender suddenly surged upward and
headbutted the other robot. On a roll of confidence, he then tried to
kick Ultima’s legs out from beneath it, realizing too late that
the war drone didn’t have any.
the two robots continued to clobber each other Leela was fighting her
own battle, struggling to right the ship’s uncontrolled
descent. The depressurization and destruction of the main avionics
suite had made the process of atmospheric deceleration dangerously
unstable – not to mention the time wasted in dealing with the
persistent military robot. Fly-by-wire was inoperative – the
emergency controls were barebones, without even the most basic of
autonomous routines. It was down to Leela’s intuition and the
ship’s control surfaces.
pulled up into belly-first attitude, feeling the tug of deceleration
pull her down in the seat. Pressure and thermal stresses creaked
through the superstructure and triggered load alarms, and the control
column shuddered in her hands. In desperation, she re-lit the main
drive for some thrust to slow their rate of descent – the ship
lurched in response. A subsequent adjustment of the vessel’s
lateral tailfin flaps initiated a series of wide slalom slides to
create even more drag, but they were still going down hard, with the
altimeter spinning past fifty thousand feet. The Atlantic was beneath
them now as they scorched a rapid north-westerly path toward
continental North America.
Bender and Ultima fought. Fry tried to help by bashing the war drone
over the head with the coffee maker, and Nibbler leapt into the fray
with a few ineffectual bites, but both of them were easily batted
send an organism to do a machine’s job,” Bender muttered.
He kicked Ultima in the chest plate, sending it wobbling backward
until it was underneath a main supply cable that ran across the
ceiling. Bender extended his arms to grab the cable’s end and
pulled it from its mounting in an explosion of extremely high voltage
sparks. He pressed the sputtering and snapping exposed wires of the
cable against Ultima’s cracked and dented casing.
lights dimmed. The engine died. All of the ship’s systems went
spasmed, encased in a shroud of sparks and crackling tendrils of
electricity. Smoke billowed from it as internal ammunition stores
exploded. Bender stepped back and watched the other robot fall limply
to the deck with small spits of leftover charge.
Take that, jerkwad!” he shouted jubilantly. “I HATE those
damn 1-X robots! May they all burn in robot hell! Woooo-hoooo!”
Bender the Magnificent?” Leela said, pushing away from the
now-useless control column. “You just killed our main power. I
managed to set us onto a reasonable glide slope, but even so –
we’re now about to crash-land. As much as I appreciate your
help, you can really be a stupid shi…”
must brace for impact,” Nibbler said hurriedly. “Our
altitude is almost down to one thousand hooves.”
Fry corrected him.
prefer my way.”
all strapped themselves in, Leela talking hold of Nibbler as the ship
continued its noisy freefall. On the floor, Ultima twitched.
going to be a water landing,” Leela said as she fastened her
belt buckle. “It’ll be hard, but it would have been worse
if we were directly over land. I’m sorry about this everyone…
maybe I really did need that captaincy course after all…”
did great, Leela,” Fry assured her. “Nobody could have
done any better – you’re amazing…”
you Fry.” She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
man,” Bender said in disgust. “If I had stomach contents
I would now be forcibly ejecting them.”
ship splashed down.
was a shadow over New New York.
had appeared first at Battery Park on the southern tip of Manhattan
Island, and then spread across the city, devouring the skyscrapers of
Tribeca and Chelsea, the tube lines and eateries of Little
Alpha-Proximatown, and the meadows of Central Park beneath its dim
shadow passed over the Planet Express building and an inept
Decapodian doctor cowered in terror.
robots, Horrible Gelatinous Blobs, and Hyperchickens on the street
all looked up, and at first saw only a vast billowing mass of cloud
that rolled across the sky. The close observer would note that it
moved against the wind. Soon a resonant roar became audible, and then
the cloud began to dissipate, revealing the massive flying thing
that had been concealed inside and now hovered over the city.
turned to screaming terror as people fled or hid or smashed open the
front of electronics stores. Some fired weapons into the air to no
took up a position over the sprawling metropolis and regarded it, the
defining pinnacle of human civilization, with amusement. In the end,
when it all boiled down, the city was just a big glorified ant-hill.
sensed the Mighty One was close… close enough.
summoned the remaining Brainspawn to join with it, absorbing their
mass and energy into itself. They melted into Onespawn, adding their
sympathetic harmonic quantum fields to the underspace resonance
collapse that was taking place within the massive creature. The new
exotic organ within Onespawn existed in ten dimensions – a
rippling incomprehensible warp in reality, through which the
intrinsic quantum flux inside the giant creature was fed and focused.
spherical area of darkness began to grow around Onespawn… with
forks of lightning stabbing out of it. Clouds started to swirl toward
the darkness, revolving around New New York – the eye of the
Planet Express ship slammed down on its belly somewhere beyond the
mouth of the Hudson River. Then, with explosive bursts of steam from
its superheated surfaces, it skipped like a stone across the choppy
polluted waters four… five… six… seven times,
before finally settling to gouge out a long wake through the swell
jarring, bone-shattering impact as the little freighter’s
momentum carried it straight into Staten Island’s Midland
Beach, a short distance from the Verrazano Narrows Bridge. It ripped
a great furrow in the sand before finally coming to a halt, steaming
and ticking with its hull warped and torn.
battered and shaken to the point of knowing exactly how an omelette
feels, the crew began groggily unstrapping themselves from their
seats. Smoke and steam filled the dim cabin, along with the strong
scent of electrical shorts and salt water.
Leela asked in between fits of coughing.
all intact,” Fry replied.
by ‘intact’ you mean ‘considering a lawsuit’,”
realized she’d been fearfully squeezing Nibbler very tightly
against her ample bust the whole time. She pulled him out of her
generous cleavage, and he fell back, gasping desperately for breath.
she said sheepishly.
harm… done…” Nibbler panted, regaining some
get out of this wreck before something explodes,” Bender
started toward the emergency exit, but something moved in the smoke
that still billowed across the floor. It seemed to slither toward
Leela, and suddenly a metal claw was clamped around her ankle.
shuddered and sparked, its emergency batteries leaking slush lithium.
Time was short – it had the target in its grip –
fulfilment was at hand.
off me, damn you!” the target shouted, kicking at Ultima with
her free boot. The other hostiles also began to deliver a rain of
blows, but it ignored them, focusing on the primary – the
economical grace of her movements, the distinct spectral pattern of
placed her in the centre of a crosshair, selecting an atom laser.
Finality. The End.
the mind of a robot, an eternity can pass in a moment, and a moment
can be an eternity. Ultima pondered for an eternity…
go of her, you damn monster!” Fry shouted, slamming his
sneakers into Ultima.
likes a sore loser!” Bender added, trying to pull the dying
atom laser charged, and its stored particle beam hummed in its
containment field, ready to lance through Turanga Leela’s
flesh. A single photonic trigger impulse through an optical fibre
nerve cluster and Ultima’s purpose would be completed.
would come. The robot had already been in bad shape – the
high-voltage attack had just been the final nudge beyond the point of
repairable; multiple redundancies had seen multiple failures, until
the very last inch of itself flickered… the final flame of
emulated life about to run out of wick.
Ultima thought on that word. Its life had had only one purpose –
the one it now trained its weapons pod on; that single eye, narrowed
in determination, even in the face of defeat. With the target’s
extermination, Ultima’s purpose, the sum goal of its existence,
would cease. The mission… the final facet that connected
Ultima to the world…
idea made the robot sad.
the malfunctioning processor that was Ultima’s mind it examined
the concept of leaving something behind, proof that it had existed, a
legacy… even if that legacy was an undefeated enemy to
remember it… a job incomplete – a tie to the past.
the mission… must be completed.
purpose ends, then so ends the last remaining aspect of self.
cannot exist beyond cessation of function.
can always exist…
twisted and writhed, its cannon wavering around the target. A spark
issued from the robot’s neck as its paradox-absorbing buffers
struggled with the complex load.
it lunged upwards, bearing Leela toward the bulkhead, where it held
her against the warm metal, its blank face visor an inch from her
eye. Leela stared into the machine’s optical sensor, now more
bewildered than frightened. Why wasn’t it killing her?
vocal emulator crackled, as if it was clearing its throat or
struggling to find words.
do you want?” Leela asked it, motioning for Fry and
Bender to hold back.
regarded her. “You…” it said in a wavering
electronic voice. “You are… my whole life.”
blinked in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
gently trailed a battered claw down the side of Leela’s face,
and then trembled, suddenly dropping to the deck with a clang. It lay
motionless, and Leela looked down at it, unsure of what to think or
it really dead this time?” Fry asked.
like it,” Bender said, prodding the metal shell with his foot.
“Good riddance, eh Leela?”
said nothing. Something strange had transpired, which she would
probably never comprehend. She walked away from the dead machine to
stand looking out through the sand-dusted viewscreen. It had hunted
her so relentlessly, to its own demise, and had chosen not to take
okay?” Fry asked, coming up behind her.
she said. “Just… an odd moment of melancholy.” She
turned to him. “Fry, can you imagine for a moment a life
dedicated to a singular goal, so focused and uncompromising that the
attainment of the goal itself would mean an end to the life?”
Fry frowned, deep in unfamiliar intellectual territory. “I
suppose… like a guy who lives to climb all the highest
mountains, but one day he climbs them all and has nothing left to
Leela said. “You’d think he might leave just one mountain
unclimbed… so that there was always the chance of something
more – a promise for the future… something open-ended…”
understood, but failed to see the relevance. He expressed this in a
just sad for some reason,” Leela said. “Come on –
let’s get out of here. The ship’s dead, and it reeks of
mortality. I hate that smell.”
Fry collected the Lance of Fate, the torn-open emergency access
airlock allowed the four friends to jump down onto the sand and look
up at the battered ship. With fins broken off and hull warped and
cracked, it would never fly again, and so they took a moment to mourn
its passing before wandering away up into the dunes. Thunder crackled
overhead, and thin ribbons of dark cloud billowed across the sky.
crested the peak of a dune and stood amid the wiry beach grasses,
looking out across the expansive mouth of the Hudson River, past the
Statue of Liberty to Manhattan Island in the distance.
Fry said, wide-eyed.
Bender said, snapping a photo.
we too late?” Leela wondered, gaping at the sight.
above New New York was Onespawn in all its horrific majesty. The
giant brain formed the core of a slowly-expanding sphere of darkness
that was whipping the atmosphere into a frenzy.
has begun,” Nibbler said, nestled into the crook of Leela’s
arm. “Lilith. The Dark Moon. The Devourer of All Things.
Onespawn has initiated the compression of space and time toward a
we stop it?” Fry asked, gripping the Lance at his side.
are stopping it,” Nibbler replied. “The presence
of the Mighty One is having the opposite effect – but this
planet will be consumed nonetheless, and yourself with it, making the
can we do?” Leela pressed.
our very best,” Nibbler replied.
they started forward.