Disclaimers: See Part 1.
*****
EXT - QUIRM - THE BATTLE
Most of the Imperial fighters have been grounded; those few that are left find themselves targeted by the local Quidditch team, who generate orbs of energy which they smack at the ships with their bats. We see an orb short out the engine of one of the ships, and the vessel crashes.
Leonard is strolling serenely along the ramparts of a rooftop, juggling melons. Presently he absentmindedly lobs one of the melons overboard, and it plunks tidily onto the head of one of the new Imperial foot-soldiers like a fruity helmet, blinding and disorienting him. Leonard notes he is one melon shy, and doubles back to retrieve another from a basket up there with him. Still juggling, he scoops the new melon into the mix without missing either of the two he still has.
Behind him we see a dark shape dart from behind one chimney to take shelter behind another one.
INT - IVORY TOWER – CORRIDOR
The dark figure, wrapped in a black cloak, fairly slithers along the wall with the sort of stealth that only comes from formal training. He reaches a door [we recognize it as the one leading into Angua's room] and pries open the lock with the point of his dagger. One connection later, the door slides open and the Assassin approaches the occupant, who has long blond hair and her back to the door.
The Assassin [whose left eye, glowing milky blue in the shadows of his cloak, reveals him to be Teatime] silently approaches the apparent Princess, reaching out his free hand to grab her shoulder.
An instant before he makes contact, she whirls around, grabbing his wrist, and we see that she is actually—
CHIDDER
Hello, Teatime, you bastard.
Teatime is only momentarily taken aback by this unexpected development, but then his mad smile crawls back into place.
TEATIME
Why Chidder… what an unexpected honour. I'm given to understand you graduated with top marks, did you not? Too bad you never quite learned Rule One.
CHIDDER
What's that?
TEATIME
Never trust a smiling man.
CHIDDER
Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Teppic?
A clothing stand [well-draped with clothes] in the corner behind Teatime suddenly comes to life like some bizarre ghost of laundry past. Teppic tosses away his camouflage with a few shakes, revealing bared daggers.
TEATIME
[too enthusiastic] Oh, marvelous, marvelous work! I can see how you've evaded the Empire for so long – but of course all things must come to an end. Shall we?
TEPPIC
Let us shall.
Chidder flicks his fingers, and a slim dagger falls from each sleeve, into his waiting hands. This should be fun…
STAR DESTROYER – CONFERENCE ROOM
Carrot and Vetinari are locked in mortal combat. Carrot's technique has improved since their last fight, so he doesn't look so much like he's trying to hack his way though the Dark Jedi's defence and rather more like he's trying to find the openings that are already there. Vetinari, meanwhile, still looks a bit pissed that he got his arse handed to him on a silver platter in his last lightsaber duel [the one against Lucas], so he's making sure that this one really counts. Emperor Hong watches the proceedings with polite interest.
Vetinari knocks Carrot back against the edge of the conference table, but Carrot uses his own momentum to carry himself into a seated position on the table, barely parrying the next swipe of Vetinari's saber – one which would have severely compromised Carrot's chances for future reproduction. He jabs his boot into Vetinari's face, knocking the Sith back just long enough for Carrot to roll to his feet on the conference table. Vetinari sneers and leaps onto the table as Carrot assumes a defensive stance.
What ensues next is a combination of swordplay and kickboxing that makes for a rather interesting light show (though I can just hear the stunt choreographer crying as he reads this). They are, again, evenly matched, for while Carrot has the extra height and all the Jedi training under his belt Vetinari has the extra experience and sheer BAQ [Bad Ass Quotient].
After they've fought thusly for a decent interval, it becomes clear that Carrot is managing to wear Vetinari down.
LORD HONG
Enough!
Vetinari, the well-trained servant of the Dark Side that he is, sullenly breaks off and deactivates his saber, turning to give Hong a dour look. Carrot, breathing hard and covered with sweat, waits in the anticipatory silence. After a moment, he likewise deactivates his saber.
LORD HONG
I see many things within you, Skywalker… great potential, in fact – a potential that is, regrettably, absent from Vetinari here.
DARTH VETINARI
Master—
LORD HONG
[pointedly] Excuse me. I'm speaking.
DARTH VETINARI
Yes, my Lord.
LORD HONG
[to Carrot] We could offer you great power, wealth, status… [leers] nubile virgins, if you like.
DARTH VETINARI
You never offered m—
LORD HONG
[pointedly] Excuse me. I'm speaking.
DARTH VETINARI
Yes, my Lord.
LORD HONG
[to Carrot] You could have whatever you wished, if you joined us. You could be a great asset in our drive to bring the Disc under a united leadership. We could help you further hone your abilities, and make you the perfect warrior.
DARTH VETINARI
What's this about 'we'?
LORD HONG
[pointedly] Excuse me. I'm speaking. Well, Skywalker, what do you think of my offer?
CARROT
I think you can take that offer and shove it up your—
INT – STAR DESTROYER – FORBIDDEN CHAMBER
THE DOCTOR
All right, here we are.
He is standing in front of the blue phone booth and looking it over to make sure it isn't damaged. He unlocks the double doors to the front of it, and the right-hand one swings open to reveal darkness within.
THE DOCTOR
I'll take our esteemed guests [motions to Lotus, Butterfly, and the hatchling] down to the surface in my TARDIS.
RINCEWIND
Won't it get a bit crowded in there? I mean, we barely all fit in the red one.
THE DOCTOR
No need to worry. I'll have plenty of room – and I'll see about getting the little one something to eat. [he scratches the dragon under the chin, and it rumbles pleasantly] The rest of you can go pick up Carrot, and we'll all meet back in Quirm. Agreed?
PRESTON
Affirmative, Scarf-Dude!
LOGAN
Totally. Come on, Rince-dude.
They pile into the red phone booth still occupied by Death. Rincewind pauses at the door and glances back just as Pretty Butterfly turns, smiles at him, and gives him a little wave. He looks like he'd rather not have any more complexities in his life, thank you, and stuffs himself between Preston and Logan. Logan dials, the antenna swings up, and the red booth plunges into the floor. A few moments later, the TARDIS starts making an asthmatic wheezing, churning noise, and simply fades out of immediate existence.
INT – STAR DESTROYER – CONFERENCE ROOM
Hong leaps with alarming agility up onto the conference table, shoving Vetinari aside. The grotesque Sith Master's face is contorted further with rage, baring his slightly pointed teeth. He advances on Carrot, who backs away, having come to the realization that he may have underestimated the venerable Emperor.
LORD HONG
Insolent boy! You dare to mock me! I have more power in my little finger [waves the digit in question] than you could ever hope to possess!
Carrot pauses, and gets an odd little smile on his face
CARROT
Your time grows short, Hong. You're too blinded to see it, but I can.
LORD HONG
Oh, how droll – you think you can dupe me with some sort of mind trick?
CARROT
Your power will fade, and soon it will be like you were never here. You'll be erased from the history books, or reduced to a footnote. Your name will become a boogeyman.
LORD HONG
My powers fade, do they? Behold the waning powers of a dying man, then!
Carrot has just enough time to brace himself before the blast of lightning hits him, but all the same he is knocked off his feet and, in fact, off the conference table. The young Jedi slides for a few feet across the floor, winded and in obvious pain.
Hong advances to the edge of the table, gloating down at Carrot from this elevation. Carrot manages, with great effort, to open his eyes to grimace up at the Dark Lord.
Vetinari, getting to his feet, watches the proceedings with great interest.
LORD HONG
I will make you regret your loose tongue, boy – but very slowly. You will die by inches, knowing all the time why, and knowing you can do nothing to stop it. BEHOLD!
Around the middle of his speech, a few errant tongues of lightning lick around him, apparently in preparation for the pantload of pain he is about to deliver on Carrot, but immediately after he shouts "behold", a rift opens in time space above Hong's head and regurgitates the red phone booth.
ON THE OCCUPANTS
Of the phone booth as it lands. The blue-tinged spectre of Lord Hong erupts upward from the floor of the booth, looking rather baffled, ending up next to Death and Rincewind. Rincewind turns, sees Hong's shade, and pales. He tries to inform Preston and Logan of this development, but no sound comes out as the young Californians open the folding door of the booth.
LOGAN
[glancing down] Oh, gross…
PRESTON
What is it, dude?
LOGAN
Feet. We landed on someone, dude.
PRESTON
[glancing down as well] Bogus.
They regard the unseen feet thoughtfully
PRESTON
On the bright side, they totally look like evil feet.
LOGAN
Yah. Good call, Bill.
Hong finally registers that something has gone horribly wrong, at about the same moment that he notices Death.
DEATH
BOO.
LORD HONG
How could this have happened? I am all-powerful!
Death sighs, a sound like the wind through a graveyard, and shakes his head slowly.
DEATH
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I HEAR THAT. COME ALONG – THERE ARE MANY PEOPLE WHO ARE VERY EAGER TO MEET YOU.
Death and Hong step out of the phone booth [Death's skeletal hand firmly on Hong's shoulder], and completely out of the conference room and into Limbo, a bleak plane of semi-existence. Hong looks around, and it becomes clear that they are not alone in Limbo.
LORD HONG
Who are all these people?
DEATH
YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW – YOU ARRANGED THEIR DEATHS, AFTER ALL. [beat] I GUESS YOU ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE CONCEPT OF KARMA. NOT TO WORRY – THEY WILL TEACH YOU.
Death shoves Hong into the waiting arms of destiny and takes one pace back into reality as the screaming starts.
By this time, Preston and Logan have helped Carrot to his feet. Rincewind senses something, and turns to face Vetinari, who is edging towards the door.
RINCEWIND
Look out!
Preston and Logan turn and see Vetinari. The Sith Lord stops, ready to attack or make a break for it, as needed – he looks like a cornered animal right now.
PRESTON
Hey Sith-weed! YOU SUCK!
Vetinari bares his teeth in a feral snarl.
DARTH VETINARI
Vengeance will be mine!
He stops short and gets a nauseated look on his face, like he just stepped in cat puke.
DARTH VETINARI [contd.]
You know, that has got to be the stupidest parting line in the history of villainy. I never really understood the poetic last speech thing. Suffice it to say that I'm going to set the self-destruct on the ship and make my villainous escape, and there's nothing any of you can do to stop it. You'll probably escape by the skin of your teeth, but here's to hoping that you don't.
He retreats through the far door.
CARROT
You're letting him get away?
DEATH
NOT TO WORRY. I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH HIM LATER TODAY. IF YOU WILL EXCUSE ME, MY WORK HERE IS CONCLUDED.
He strolls away through a wall and vanishes.
Carrot exchanges a puzzled shrug with Rincewind.
IN THE NEXT ROOM,
Vetinari feverishly operates the computer. He is forced to stop as:
COMPUTER VOICE
Hello. Welcome to the self-destruct mechanism of this Star Destroyer, version 2.0. May I describe to you some of the wonderful additional features available to you?
DARTH VETINARI
No.
COMPUTER VOICE
There is an upgrade available for this software. Would you like to download it now?
DARTH VETINARI
Will *this* version blow up the ship?
COMPUTER VOICE
Well, yes… but in version 3.0 you get to choose the colour of the fireball.
DARTH VETINARI
I'll pass.
COMPUTER VOICE
Would you like to register your software now?
DARTH VETINARI
Can I still blow up the ship if I *don't* register?
COMPUTER VOICE
We would really prefer you to register your software.
DARTH VETINARI
Can I register it *later*? I'm in a bit of a hurry.
COMPUTER VOICE
["bing"] An automatic reminder will be sent to you after eight days.
DARTH VETINARI
Perfect. Now, could you just set the ship to blow up in five minutes?
COMPUTER VOICE
Activating this feature will permanently destroy the ship and everything in it. Are you sure you want to activate the self-destruct?
DARTH VETINARI
Yes!
COMPUTER VOICE
["bing"] Self-destruct feature activated.
We start hearing distant explosions.
DARTH VETINARI
What's going on?! I wanted you to set a five-minute delay!
COMPUTER VOICE
This feature is not available in unregistered versions of this product.
DARTH VETINARI
WHAT?! YOU GODS-DAMNED PIECE OF SHIT COMPUTER!! ABORT! ABORT!
COMPUTER VOICE
This feature is not available in unregistered versions of this product.
Vetinari lets out a scream of rage and starts sprinting for the escape pods, escaping the computer room moments before it is engulfed in flames. The computer voice continues heedless:
COMPUTER VOICE
Thank you for using the self-destruct mechanism, version 2.0. Have a nice d[explosion]
*****
End of Part 20.
*****
EXT - QUIRM - THE BATTLE
Most of the Imperial fighters have been grounded; those few that are left find themselves targeted by the local Quidditch team, who generate orbs of energy which they smack at the ships with their bats. We see an orb short out the engine of one of the ships, and the vessel crashes.
Leonard is strolling serenely along the ramparts of a rooftop, juggling melons. Presently he absentmindedly lobs one of the melons overboard, and it plunks tidily onto the head of one of the new Imperial foot-soldiers like a fruity helmet, blinding and disorienting him. Leonard notes he is one melon shy, and doubles back to retrieve another from a basket up there with him. Still juggling, he scoops the new melon into the mix without missing either of the two he still has.
Behind him we see a dark shape dart from behind one chimney to take shelter behind another one.
INT - IVORY TOWER – CORRIDOR
The dark figure, wrapped in a black cloak, fairly slithers along the wall with the sort of stealth that only comes from formal training. He reaches a door [we recognize it as the one leading into Angua's room] and pries open the lock with the point of his dagger. One connection later, the door slides open and the Assassin approaches the occupant, who has long blond hair and her back to the door.
The Assassin [whose left eye, glowing milky blue in the shadows of his cloak, reveals him to be Teatime] silently approaches the apparent Princess, reaching out his free hand to grab her shoulder.
An instant before he makes contact, she whirls around, grabbing his wrist, and we see that she is actually—
CHIDDER
Hello, Teatime, you bastard.
Teatime is only momentarily taken aback by this unexpected development, but then his mad smile crawls back into place.
TEATIME
Why Chidder… what an unexpected honour. I'm given to understand you graduated with top marks, did you not? Too bad you never quite learned Rule One.
CHIDDER
What's that?
TEATIME
Never trust a smiling man.
CHIDDER
Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Teppic?
A clothing stand [well-draped with clothes] in the corner behind Teatime suddenly comes to life like some bizarre ghost of laundry past. Teppic tosses away his camouflage with a few shakes, revealing bared daggers.
TEATIME
[too enthusiastic] Oh, marvelous, marvelous work! I can see how you've evaded the Empire for so long – but of course all things must come to an end. Shall we?
TEPPIC
Let us shall.
Chidder flicks his fingers, and a slim dagger falls from each sleeve, into his waiting hands. This should be fun…
STAR DESTROYER – CONFERENCE ROOM
Carrot and Vetinari are locked in mortal combat. Carrot's technique has improved since their last fight, so he doesn't look so much like he's trying to hack his way though the Dark Jedi's defence and rather more like he's trying to find the openings that are already there. Vetinari, meanwhile, still looks a bit pissed that he got his arse handed to him on a silver platter in his last lightsaber duel [the one against Lucas], so he's making sure that this one really counts. Emperor Hong watches the proceedings with polite interest.
Vetinari knocks Carrot back against the edge of the conference table, but Carrot uses his own momentum to carry himself into a seated position on the table, barely parrying the next swipe of Vetinari's saber – one which would have severely compromised Carrot's chances for future reproduction. He jabs his boot into Vetinari's face, knocking the Sith back just long enough for Carrot to roll to his feet on the conference table. Vetinari sneers and leaps onto the table as Carrot assumes a defensive stance.
What ensues next is a combination of swordplay and kickboxing that makes for a rather interesting light show (though I can just hear the stunt choreographer crying as he reads this). They are, again, evenly matched, for while Carrot has the extra height and all the Jedi training under his belt Vetinari has the extra experience and sheer BAQ [Bad Ass Quotient].
After they've fought thusly for a decent interval, it becomes clear that Carrot is managing to wear Vetinari down.
LORD HONG
Enough!
Vetinari, the well-trained servant of the Dark Side that he is, sullenly breaks off and deactivates his saber, turning to give Hong a dour look. Carrot, breathing hard and covered with sweat, waits in the anticipatory silence. After a moment, he likewise deactivates his saber.
LORD HONG
I see many things within you, Skywalker… great potential, in fact – a potential that is, regrettably, absent from Vetinari here.
DARTH VETINARI
Master—
LORD HONG
[pointedly] Excuse me. I'm speaking.
DARTH VETINARI
Yes, my Lord.
LORD HONG
[to Carrot] We could offer you great power, wealth, status… [leers] nubile virgins, if you like.
DARTH VETINARI
You never offered m—
LORD HONG
[pointedly] Excuse me. I'm speaking.
DARTH VETINARI
Yes, my Lord.
LORD HONG
[to Carrot] You could have whatever you wished, if you joined us. You could be a great asset in our drive to bring the Disc under a united leadership. We could help you further hone your abilities, and make you the perfect warrior.
DARTH VETINARI
What's this about 'we'?
LORD HONG
[pointedly] Excuse me. I'm speaking. Well, Skywalker, what do you think of my offer?
CARROT
I think you can take that offer and shove it up your—
INT – STAR DESTROYER – FORBIDDEN CHAMBER
THE DOCTOR
All right, here we are.
He is standing in front of the blue phone booth and looking it over to make sure it isn't damaged. He unlocks the double doors to the front of it, and the right-hand one swings open to reveal darkness within.
THE DOCTOR
I'll take our esteemed guests [motions to Lotus, Butterfly, and the hatchling] down to the surface in my TARDIS.
RINCEWIND
Won't it get a bit crowded in there? I mean, we barely all fit in the red one.
THE DOCTOR
No need to worry. I'll have plenty of room – and I'll see about getting the little one something to eat. [he scratches the dragon under the chin, and it rumbles pleasantly] The rest of you can go pick up Carrot, and we'll all meet back in Quirm. Agreed?
PRESTON
Affirmative, Scarf-Dude!
LOGAN
Totally. Come on, Rince-dude.
They pile into the red phone booth still occupied by Death. Rincewind pauses at the door and glances back just as Pretty Butterfly turns, smiles at him, and gives him a little wave. He looks like he'd rather not have any more complexities in his life, thank you, and stuffs himself between Preston and Logan. Logan dials, the antenna swings up, and the red booth plunges into the floor. A few moments later, the TARDIS starts making an asthmatic wheezing, churning noise, and simply fades out of immediate existence.
INT – STAR DESTROYER – CONFERENCE ROOM
Hong leaps with alarming agility up onto the conference table, shoving Vetinari aside. The grotesque Sith Master's face is contorted further with rage, baring his slightly pointed teeth. He advances on Carrot, who backs away, having come to the realization that he may have underestimated the venerable Emperor.
LORD HONG
Insolent boy! You dare to mock me! I have more power in my little finger [waves the digit in question] than you could ever hope to possess!
Carrot pauses, and gets an odd little smile on his face
CARROT
Your time grows short, Hong. You're too blinded to see it, but I can.
LORD HONG
Oh, how droll – you think you can dupe me with some sort of mind trick?
CARROT
Your power will fade, and soon it will be like you were never here. You'll be erased from the history books, or reduced to a footnote. Your name will become a boogeyman.
LORD HONG
My powers fade, do they? Behold the waning powers of a dying man, then!
Carrot has just enough time to brace himself before the blast of lightning hits him, but all the same he is knocked off his feet and, in fact, off the conference table. The young Jedi slides for a few feet across the floor, winded and in obvious pain.
Hong advances to the edge of the table, gloating down at Carrot from this elevation. Carrot manages, with great effort, to open his eyes to grimace up at the Dark Lord.
Vetinari, getting to his feet, watches the proceedings with great interest.
LORD HONG
I will make you regret your loose tongue, boy – but very slowly. You will die by inches, knowing all the time why, and knowing you can do nothing to stop it. BEHOLD!
Around the middle of his speech, a few errant tongues of lightning lick around him, apparently in preparation for the pantload of pain he is about to deliver on Carrot, but immediately after he shouts "behold", a rift opens in time space above Hong's head and regurgitates the red phone booth.
ON THE OCCUPANTS
Of the phone booth as it lands. The blue-tinged spectre of Lord Hong erupts upward from the floor of the booth, looking rather baffled, ending up next to Death and Rincewind. Rincewind turns, sees Hong's shade, and pales. He tries to inform Preston and Logan of this development, but no sound comes out as the young Californians open the folding door of the booth.
LOGAN
[glancing down] Oh, gross…
PRESTON
What is it, dude?
LOGAN
Feet. We landed on someone, dude.
PRESTON
[glancing down as well] Bogus.
They regard the unseen feet thoughtfully
PRESTON
On the bright side, they totally look like evil feet.
LOGAN
Yah. Good call, Bill.
Hong finally registers that something has gone horribly wrong, at about the same moment that he notices Death.
DEATH
BOO.
LORD HONG
How could this have happened? I am all-powerful!
Death sighs, a sound like the wind through a graveyard, and shakes his head slowly.
DEATH
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I HEAR THAT. COME ALONG – THERE ARE MANY PEOPLE WHO ARE VERY EAGER TO MEET YOU.
Death and Hong step out of the phone booth [Death's skeletal hand firmly on Hong's shoulder], and completely out of the conference room and into Limbo, a bleak plane of semi-existence. Hong looks around, and it becomes clear that they are not alone in Limbo.
LORD HONG
Who are all these people?
DEATH
YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW – YOU ARRANGED THEIR DEATHS, AFTER ALL. [beat] I GUESS YOU ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE CONCEPT OF KARMA. NOT TO WORRY – THEY WILL TEACH YOU.
Death shoves Hong into the waiting arms of destiny and takes one pace back into reality as the screaming starts.
By this time, Preston and Logan have helped Carrot to his feet. Rincewind senses something, and turns to face Vetinari, who is edging towards the door.
RINCEWIND
Look out!
Preston and Logan turn and see Vetinari. The Sith Lord stops, ready to attack or make a break for it, as needed – he looks like a cornered animal right now.
PRESTON
Hey Sith-weed! YOU SUCK!
Vetinari bares his teeth in a feral snarl.
DARTH VETINARI
Vengeance will be mine!
He stops short and gets a nauseated look on his face, like he just stepped in cat puke.
DARTH VETINARI [contd.]
You know, that has got to be the stupidest parting line in the history of villainy. I never really understood the poetic last speech thing. Suffice it to say that I'm going to set the self-destruct on the ship and make my villainous escape, and there's nothing any of you can do to stop it. You'll probably escape by the skin of your teeth, but here's to hoping that you don't.
He retreats through the far door.
CARROT
You're letting him get away?
DEATH
NOT TO WORRY. I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH HIM LATER TODAY. IF YOU WILL EXCUSE ME, MY WORK HERE IS CONCLUDED.
He strolls away through a wall and vanishes.
Carrot exchanges a puzzled shrug with Rincewind.
IN THE NEXT ROOM,
Vetinari feverishly operates the computer. He is forced to stop as:
COMPUTER VOICE
Hello. Welcome to the self-destruct mechanism of this Star Destroyer, version 2.0. May I describe to you some of the wonderful additional features available to you?
DARTH VETINARI
No.
COMPUTER VOICE
There is an upgrade available for this software. Would you like to download it now?
DARTH VETINARI
Will *this* version blow up the ship?
COMPUTER VOICE
Well, yes… but in version 3.0 you get to choose the colour of the fireball.
DARTH VETINARI
I'll pass.
COMPUTER VOICE
Would you like to register your software now?
DARTH VETINARI
Can I still blow up the ship if I *don't* register?
COMPUTER VOICE
We would really prefer you to register your software.
DARTH VETINARI
Can I register it *later*? I'm in a bit of a hurry.
COMPUTER VOICE
["bing"] An automatic reminder will be sent to you after eight days.
DARTH VETINARI
Perfect. Now, could you just set the ship to blow up in five minutes?
COMPUTER VOICE
Activating this feature will permanently destroy the ship and everything in it. Are you sure you want to activate the self-destruct?
DARTH VETINARI
Yes!
COMPUTER VOICE
["bing"] Self-destruct feature activated.
We start hearing distant explosions.
DARTH VETINARI
What's going on?! I wanted you to set a five-minute delay!
COMPUTER VOICE
This feature is not available in unregistered versions of this product.
DARTH VETINARI
WHAT?! YOU GODS-DAMNED PIECE OF SHIT COMPUTER!! ABORT! ABORT!
COMPUTER VOICE
This feature is not available in unregistered versions of this product.
Vetinari lets out a scream of rage and starts sprinting for the escape pods, escaping the computer room moments before it is engulfed in flames. The computer voice continues heedless:
COMPUTER VOICE
Thank you for using the self-destruct mechanism, version 2.0. Have a nice d[explosion]
*****
End of Part 20.