The firing sounds of RoboCop's Auto-9 ring throughout the firing range. Both of the men and Dr. Lazarus are covering their ears from the wearth-quaking sound. RoboCop stops firing and the man in the suit presses the button, and the target paper swings towards them fast and stops in front of them.

"I don't know why you must insist on checking up on Murphy." Marie Lazarus says as she hands her clipboard to the man in the suit. "What happened to the other guys?"

"They were laid off." The man in the sunglasses explains tonelessly.

"You mean to tell me that the government ACTUALLY lays people off?"

"It happens, Dr. Lazarus."

"By the way, I never got your names." Marie extends her hand and gives the best fake smile she can.

"I'm Agent McDougall, that's two L's, not one. And my associate's name is Agent Donally. He doesn't speak much, but he means well." The man in the suit declared.

There was a silence as Agent McDougall and Agent Donally look at the clipboard.

"I don't understand why these tests are being conducted. Is there some financial need for this?" Murphy's booming voice echoes through the range. He stands there watching the men talk, then turn to face him.

"With the I.R.S., everything is financial. To put it another way, RoboCop, The government is buying the RoboCop project and everything involving robotics from the once thriving OCP. You're still a product." Agent McDougall stated quite seriously.

Murphy walks to the door and turns back to the men and Marie. "I must go. I am needed downtown. I can never be off Duty." Then with a turn he was gone.

Both Agents look at Marie with the looks of disbelief on their faces.

"He's right, y'know. He's never off Duty. Once he went 58 hours without rest. He's a dedicated man. I truely believe he loves his job."

"First, he's not a man, he's a machine. Second, he cannot be as dedicated as you think. It's in his programing." Agent McDougall said as he and Agent Donally exited the firing range.

Then Marie found herself stating in an empty room again, in total isolation.

As before, Murphy sleeps and dreams of a life since gone...

287 Primrose Lane, home of the Murphys; Alex, Ellen, and Jimmy. Father, Mother, and Son.

The sunlight settles on the east window of the suburban home, reflecting the golden sun. Inside Ellen closes the shades to keep the sun from making Jimmy sweat. Jimmy lies in bed with the Flu. She had told him not to take the trash out with nothing more than a sports jacket, not this time of year.

Behind her Jimmy coughs hard, almost chronic. She strides to him and puts her hand on her son's head. She plays with his hair. "Go to sleep, Hon," she says. When was the last time she called him that? Five, Six years ago?

I hope Alex comes home soon, She thinks. And with that thought, she hears a car pull in the side drive. The garage door opens and the car rolls inside. As the garage door closes, Alex steps out in a police uniform. He closes the driver's side door and walks to the door leading to the inside kitchen, and he sees something he hadn't noticed before. A ball-cap, Jimmy's, with a cartoon of Snoopy dressed as Joe Cool. Cocking a crocked thumb in the air and looking very, well, cool. He opens the door and thinks nothing more of the hat.

Ellen walks out from Jimmy's bedroom and runs to hug her husband. He hugs her back and asks her how he's doing?

"He's much better today, but I wouldn't say too much about it now. He's sleeping now." She says as she looks up into his eyes.

He looks back and then he kisses her. It's a long kiss. A kiss of a man that loves his wife. And she knows it. She grabs hit left buttock and kisses his earlobe. She always kissed his earlobe. It was something she did ever since their first date years ago.

The next day, Jimmy felt a little better. He felt good enough to eat more than he had for days. Alex brought his breakfast to him before he left for work. He talked with his son and asked him if there was anything he could get him after work. He said no. "Maybe a Harley," he said as his father got to the door.

"Sure thing, Jim." Alex said as he closed the door behind him. "Go back to sleep, now," He called from the closed door.

Alex set the tray down on the counter and looked at his watch. 7:09 am, he was getting late. It was a half hour drive to the Precinct, and he had to be there at 7:30 am. He kissed his wife and left. She had told him to bring himself back home in one piece. He promised he would.

That was the late time he spoke to his wife ever again as Alex Murphy.

Murphy wakes from his dream with a jerk. Beads of sweat roll down his face. Marie stands there and then speaks to him about their scheduled appointment with Agents McDougall and Donally.

He puts his helmet on and screws the bolts in.

"That must have been some dream, you're still sweating. You ok?" Marie asks, a little concerned.

"I'm fine, Marie. We have an appointment to keep." With that he walks out the door and to the left. Marie looks at he watch and then picks her clipboard up. She hesitates.

Agents McDougal and Donally sit in the soda machine room sipping their Cokes and talking lightly about the last Lions' game against the Raiders. Murphy walks through the door and both of the men jump from their seats. Marie follows him with her clipboard between her right arm and breast. Agent Donally looks at her supple breast for a moment then extents his hand to her. She meets it with hers and then it Agent McDougal's turns to shake hands.

"Ms. Lazarus, it's good to see you again." Agent McDougal says, then takes his hand back.

"I wish I could say the same. No offense, but I've really had it up to here with you government guys coming here and having to keep tabs on us every month." She say taking the clipboard in both hands and flipping through some pages. "I believe you want to see his criminal apprehension sheet since the last month?"

"Yes, that's next on the list of things to do." McDougal says with a half smile.

Marie unfold a sheet over six feet long of arrests that land at Agent Donally's feet.

"Uh, we'll just look at that later, Ms. Lazarus. Thank you." Agent Donally says finally.

Murphy smiles a little then turns to Marie. She looks at the visor on his helmet -almost through it and looking into his eyes- and winks.

"We'll get on with the next test, if you don't mind, Ms. Lazarus." McDougall says as she turns back and looks at the chart.

"Great."

Lt. Hays -of the Pentagon- walks along the miles of storage space from the "seized" products of the once prosperous OCP -among other long dead companies- with a man not too far behind him. A tall slender black man in a suit and tie. Howard Johnson -former Executive board member of OCP, now representative for the company- catches up to Lt. Hays and speaks of things like family and clean air. Trying his best to make what he's about to show Lt. Hays seem not so bad. He finally stops in front of a door with an official OCP symbol and a sign under it reading "Failed RoboCop 2 Projects".

"I hope what you have to show me is good, Mr. Johnson." Lt. Hays states firmly.

As Johnson opens the door with his security card, the door's lights turn green and he opens the door. Lt. Hays steps through the door as Johnson holds it open. Once inside, Hays looks at three of the earlier models for the RoboCop 2 Project that went hay-wire and terminated itself. They mean nothing to him. His goal is to see the successful model that had the insane man's brain.

As Johnson speaks of the incidents that occurred with Cain and RoboCop, Lt. Hays looks at the shell with a sparkle of imagination in his eyes.

"--ial."

"What was that son?" Hays asks.

"Then there was the trial. OCP was not held accountable for the actions of the brain that was transplanted into the cyborg. It was found to be that Dr. Juliette Faxx had picked the brain and not informed us properly on that situation.

"After her dismisal from the company she was immedately transported to the maximum security prison in Sante Fe, California, where she now serves 45-60 years.

"If she had done her research properly, she would have found that Memories do pass over from the living organ -the brain- to the next life as a cyborg. That much was certain when RoboCop revealed himself to be Alex Murphy. Murphy -being the first brain donar in this case- was a cop. Cain was a psychotic drug lord with a thirst for power. And she unknowingly gave him more power as a cyborg cop. So, when she picked the brain, she was aware of his past life. The company itself was not notified. She picked him because of his addiction to narcotics which in turn would -supposedly- make him more trustworthy and obediant. She was wrong on both counts."

"So," long pause. "What was OCP's downfall?"

"They were bought out by the Japanese coporation -Katemistsu- and were run into the ground. The company's assets were sold to the government and the Police Department and the City were given back to the City."

"Quite an interesting story, Johnson." Lt. Hays answered finally.