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Well. When I recharged earlier in the week, if you’d have told me I’d be soaring through the air in a taxi, I may have laughed at you. If you had asked me two days ago, I’d have dismissed it but still considered it. Today, I find that nothing is impossible. Killer robots, Body Hijacking, A girl with a second personality that is a robot and a looming war between humans and robots. Only I am on the case, and I am headed toward certain doom. Doom. Goddamnit. I’m not about to die. Not in a taxi. I push my feet straight against the roof and thrust my back against the seats. Gun aimed at the back wind shield, I plow as many bullets through it as I possibly can and watch it disintegrate. I grab the edge and pull myself to spite Death yet again. Screw you, I won’t roll over. Not today,  not ever.

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I can feel Death’s grasp slide off as I pull myself through the back window of the taxi and assess my situation. I find the car in a crazy spin and I leap toward the underside of the bridge. I miss the support bars and fall clanging through lower supports. As I tumble, I feel bits of me falling off as I play a quick game of ricochet among the bars. My gun disappears as my hand obliterates off iron girders, and as my head connects with a different support I lose the ability to see out of my left side. Enraged, I thrust my hand out and feel myself immediately stop plummeting. I look up and my arm is up to the elbow in cobblestone. Dear God, will today just end? Thanks. Sincerely Magnus.

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After a brief, yet difficult climb I find myself standing on the roadside. The cab is long since gone. I say a few words for Farley and then I keep moving. I’ve got to get somewhere, somewhere I’ve got friends. Now where the hell is that? Then an idea pops into my head, it’s a long shot but I’m running out of friends and ideas.

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I march up the stairs to the beautiful split entry home, pillars on the deck and a golden retriever at the doormat. He sniffs me and then rolls over for a belly rub. I glance back to the Beware of Dog sign and laugh to myself. “Guard dog huh?” I scratch his belly and push the doorbell. When the door opens, a man stares at me completely bewildered by my appearance. “What are you doing here?” I stare at him for a few moments before deciding I really do have no other options. “Hey Cap, long time no see.” As I stare at the man with silver hair, he looks me up and down. “What’s wrong Magnus?” My former boss, Captain Steven Gates, knows right away I need help. “How’d you know Cap?” He points to my mangled hand and tucks my “eye” back in its socket. “A damn hunch you foolish robot. Come in before I’m arrested for harbouring a dead man.”

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As I walk into his home, I take a look around. Nothing has changed except the faces in the pictures. Everyone is older, but it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. “Cap… what do you mean harbouring a dead man?” He grins and swipes his television remote. As he turns the volume up, I realize I can only hear out one side of my head, but it’s more than enough. “Tonight a Taxi plunged off the Silver River Bridge, taking two robots with it to the bottom. As rescue attempts were made, there were no survivors. Salvaging and collection will begin in two days and police advise all river users to take the detour through the other side to the old draw bridge in…” the voice slowly fades out as I watch the volume decrease. I look to the Captain as he shrugs. “So you died?” I look him straight in the eye and as serious as I can, manage one line. “Well I got better.”

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A narrow escape! A new ally? Where’s the Veronicas? Only Episode 20 could answer these questions, maybe, but the only way to find out is to tune in! Two Days Time! Big Episode Twenty! Double Feature! BE THERE!