Judge Dredd

motioned with his weapon. “Inside now. Fido, if the lady moves, crush her.”

Ilsa walked past Dredd. She glanced down at Fergie, rolled him over with her foot, shrugged, and turned away. When she bent to pick up Dredd’s weapon, she looked directly into Fergie’s eyes.

“Nice. A bit crude, but nice.”

“Watch her,” Rico said. “She’s a real tease, Dredd.”

“Where’s your boss?” Dredd said. “He let you out of your cage for the day?”

Rico shook his finger at Dredd. “If you’re trying to get on my good side, it won’t do you any good. I don’t have one.”

“Where’s Griffin?”

“Chief Justice Griffin has retired, so to speak. In his absence, I have assumed his responsibilities.”

“You mean you’ve killed him.”

Rico looked pained. “Me? Of course not. He had an accident with Fido. Doggie is not entirely housebroken, I’m afraid.”

Ilsa raised her weapon, closed one eye, and let the muzzle drop to the level of Dredd’s chest. “Rico said for you to move, dear. I think you should do what he says.”

Dredd didn’t answer. He walked toward the door where Rico and Ilsa had entered.

“He looks like you,” Ilsa said.

“He is a lot like me. Naturally.”

“I’m nothing like you,” Dredd said.

Rico turned on him. “Wrong, brother.” His eyes were slugs of lead. “The only difference between us is that you destroyed your life to embrace the Law. I destroyed the Law to embrace life.” He grinned at Ilsa. “That’s rather good, don’t you think? I need to write that down.”

He swept out his palm in a graceful motion, bowing slightly to Dredd. “After you, please. Step into the future, brother. This is how tomorrow looks. This is the way Rico’s world is going to be!”

Dredd stepped inside. Rico spread his arms wide. Half a million razor-points of light burned in the darkness overhead. Dredd felt the tingle of static in the air, the deep hum of energy below. He drew in a breath. A hundred columns of luminescent brightness rose up from the floor, glittering capsules, pods of azure blue, shimmering tubes of life. They stood erect in the clear blue fluid, clones, mutants, beings unborn and already alive. Dredd stared at a watery face—sharp planes, rigid neck. It opened its silver eyes and looked back.

Rico laughed. “This is the nursery, brother. Don’t you recognize it? This is where you were born.” He caught Dredd’s expression. “Don’t look at him with such distaste, Joseph. That isn’t just me in there. It’s you.”

Dredd felt the agony, the pain, and knew it wouldn’t go away. Rico had guessed his thought, seen the revulsion, the horror there. And Dredd knew he was right. It was true. Looking at the clone was like looking in a mirror at himself.

FORTY-ONE

Rico walked away from Dredd, turned, the shimmering pods at his back.

“Look at them, Joseph, your brothers. In a few hours they’ll be born. An endless supply of perfection. Now we have a choice: to create a race of robots like Fido out there or a race of free-thinking people and call them humans.”

“You’re diseased,” Dredd said. “You couldn’t control yourself; what makes you think you can control them?”

Rico studied him a long moment, then looked away, up toward the swarm of glittering lights overhead.

“Why did you do it, Joseph? I’ve thought about it all these years. Why? Why did you judge me?”

“I didn’t have a choice. You killed innocent people.”

“Only as a means to an end, brother. You’re forgetting that.”

“That’s a lie you tell yourself. It was a massacre. Murder. You can’t call it anything else. You betrayed the Law.”

Rico laughed. “I was your blood, your brother. The only family you ever had. You sent me to my death and you talk to me about betrayal?” He jabbed his finger at Dredd. “You are the traitor, brother, not me! Do you want to be a slave all your life, do what you’re told to do, Joseph? You have the choice now. Them… or me!”

“You haven’t given me any choice. I have to stop you, Rico. If you want to stop me, you’ll have to kill me.”

Rico looked sad, then let his expression slide into a grin. “Well, I can certainly accomodate you, brother. But there’s no hurry, is there? Fido…” Rico looked past Dredd, through the great door of the Janus lab. “Bring Judge Hershey in here, then tear the bitch’s arms and legs off.”

Dredd didn’t move. “Don’t do it, Rico.”

“Or you’ll what, Joseph? Arrest me?” Rico’s eyes blazed. “Take this one too, Fido. Crush them. Let’s make some Judge soup!”

“Rico…” Ilsa stepped toward him.

“Stay away from me. Do as I say, Ilsa.”

Rico’s voice was calm, almost a gentle whisper. It scared the hell out of Ilsa.

The giant robot clanged through the doorway, scraping its metal hide. It dragged its bad foot. One red eye looked off a good twenty degrees.

Dredd saw Hershey in its grip. Hershey looked down. He tried to read her eyes. Something… not the way it ought to be.

“Take him,” Rico said. “Do it now.”

The robot stopped, whirred. Its blunt head swiveled on its hydraulic neck. A heavy foot stomped against the floor. It turned, then, dropped Hershey from its grasp, raised its hand and slammed Rico in the chest.

Rico cried out in surprise, staggered back, and fell. Ilsa ran to him. The robot moved in a blur, plucked her off the floor and threw her to the ground.

The robot turned on one heel, its broad back to Dredd. Dredd stared. Fergie was hanging on the monster’s metal back, his hands buried in an open slot. Dredd caught a glimpse of the controls—blinking lights, tangled coils of wire.

“Dredd, over here!”

Hershey tossed him the Remington. Dredd racked a shell in the chamber, turned and fired at Rico.

The weapon’s blast echoed through the domed room. Rico darted for cover, grabbed his Lawgiver and squeezed off half a dozen shots at Dredd on the run. Dredd went to his knees, aimed at Rico and fired. Rico disappeared in the maze of blue pods.

From the corner of his eye, Dredd saw the robot lurch, run headlong into a solid wall.

“Fergie, what the hell are you doing!”

“I’m not doing—anything,” Fergie cried out. “This—damn—thing—wants to drive by itself!”

The robot staggered, beat on the wall with its head. It stumbled, clattered dizzily across the room, reached up to slap the tormenter off its back.

“No way, you tin-headed freak!”

Fergie thrust his whole arm into the robot’s back, jerked out a tangle of flashing wires. The robot went berserk. It’s head turned completely around. Blue fire sparked from its eyes and ears. It bashed itself against the wall, ripping Fergie loose. Fergie yelled and hit the ground hard. The robot took two jerky steps and toppled on its face. Smoke billowed from its chest.

“Watch it, Dredd!” Hershey called from the shadows by the big door. “The woman’s off to the right, by the wall somewhere. Rico’s back there.”

Dredd saw her, bent low near the tall accelerator. She nodded toward the forest of blue fluorescent pods.

Hiding with your brothers… yours, not mine.