Zone exits the ship with Cyclops in tow, they walk up and see Tucker watching Simmons work on something. 

"What is all this?" Zone asks. 

"It's the future." Simmons replies.

"Where the heck have you been?" Tucker asks the red Freelancer. 

"Doing everything I can to keep us alive." 

"Oh really? Then where were you when Freckles tried to kill me for calling his tiny hat stupid?!" 

Zone crosses his arms. "Oh I'm sorry, I thought you didn't need me protecting you." 

"Hey, guys. I'm trying to revolutionize the world of inter-canyon communication. So if you could keep it down that'd be great!" Simmons shouts. 

"What is he talking about?" Xi asks appearing. 

"I'm talking about...the internet!" Simmons stands up and gestures to a computer. His name is clearly seen on the screen with a 'search' tab. 

"Welcome!" The computer says. 

"Oh my god! Everybody leave! Everybody leave right now! There's something I've gotta do." Tucker demands. 

"The internet?" Zone says puzzled.

"Seriously. You're gonna see some crap if you don't leave." Tucker warns. 

"Well, it's not really the internet. The only two points of communication are Red and Blue base." Simmons points out. 

"Why would you lie to us like that?" Tucker sighs in disappointment. 

"You put one of these at Red base too?" Wash asks walking up. 

"Yeah. I had to sneak past Freckles but it was totally worth it." Simmons says proudly. 

"Why?" 

"Behold!" Simmons taps something on the keyboard and the screen changes to say 'Basebook'. 

"Basebook?" Xi questions. 

"Yeah. It's a site that lets you post pictures, videos and even text posts so that your friends always know what you're up to. It's revolutionary!" 

"Revolutionary after the fact that you copied this off of Facebook?" Zone states. 

"And the first social media sites were created hundreds of years ago." Wash adds. 

"And there are no friends in this canyon. Only forced acquaintances." Tucker grimaced. 

"Yeah, but those old sites just turned into amogarations of attention hoggers. Nothing but teenagers who wanted to prove they were cool and old people who wanted to prove they were still relevant." Simmons explains. 

"So what's the point of Basebook?" Xi asks. 

"Oh, y'know. Just wanna keep in touch with my friends on the Red team while I'm your prisoner. Can't let them forget about Ol' Simmons! Ha ha he, huh ha ha ha." Simmons then starts to quietly cry. 

"Well...I'm glad you spent your time in captivity on something meaningful." Zone mutters. 

"So you made it. What now?" Tucker asks. 

"Well, let's see what Sarge is up to." Simmons then checks the computer.

"Uh huh. Hmm. Hasn't set up his profile yet...that's cool. Umm I'll just wait for an update. He has to have an update.Yeah I'm sure It'll come eventually. Huh Updates. He he ha, he he..." 

"Y'know... Maybe you should go outside for a bit, Simmons. I'm sure Caboose wouldn't mind if you got some fresh air." Wash suggests. 

"No no. It's cool. I'll just save Sarge some time and...make a profile for him! Yeah. That'll be fun. And I'll do a post about it. Just so he knows..." 

"Hope You like the new Blue team, Zone. Really worked your magic." Tucker walks away.

"Ugh, Okay!" 

Wash and Zone look outside at Freckles posing in a sombrero.

"Okay! Okay! Don't move! I gotta get my camera! Oh my god this is gonna be so cute!" Caboose runs off.

"Holding position." Freckles says. 

"Hey, Zone. Could you take a picture and then tag me in it? He he, 'cause if I do it myself I'll just look like one of those losers." Simmons chuckles. 

Zone sighs and palms his visor. 

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

At Red Base, Donut was leaning against the wall doing nothing until he hears a crash. He pulls out his magnum and rushes out aiming his pistol. 

"Alright! Spread 'em!" Donut orders. He lowers his weapon when he sees his team. 

"Hey, Donut." Doc waves. 

"Oh it's you guys! What took you so long?" 

"It's not exactly easy moving several tons of robot in a timely manner. I think Grif even dropped some of the pieces along the way." 

"There's a difference between dropping and abandoning." Grif clarifies. 

"What?!" Sarge gasps. "Droppin' pieces?! Grif, if I find a single screw missing from this death machine, I'll beat the living pulp out of you and drink the remaining orange juice! 'Cause I like my dead men pulp free. And with extra calcium. If available." 

"What if I lost multiple screws? Or several feet of armor plating?" 

"Giant robot battle here we come! This is gonna be huuaaawesome! Fight fire with fire. Good idea, Sarge." Donut says excitedly. 

"I still say we should trap Freckles in a future cube!" Grif suggests. 

"You actually brought one of those with you?" Doc asks. 

"Technically yes." Grif throws a cube and a large stack of more of the grenades appears. "But actually no." 

"It's a cube that makes more cubes?" Donut says confused. 

"No. They teleport stuff. Watch this." Grif holds his arm steady to throw a grenade at a cone. "Screw you, cone! What'd you ever do for me?" 

Grif throws a cube and teleports the cone. "I'm just kiddin', cone. You can come back." He throws another one and the cone returns.

"They're like Poké Balls!" Donut states. 

"No. THESE are cool. Do not ruin them for me." Grif says jabbing Donut's chest with his finger. 

"Or maybe they send stuff to the phantom zone. Like in that bad Superman movie." 

"You mean Superman 2 or Man of Steel?" Doc asks. 

"No the eleventh remake." Donut gets in a superhero pose. "Superman Origins 3: Revelations!" 

"Oh yeah. That was awesome." Doc chuckles. 

"Sarge, look. Let's just send Donut to Blue base with one of the cubes. He throws it at Freckles. Freckles gets zapped. The we just throw the cube in a volcano or something." Grif says plainly. 

"Why do I have to do it?" 

"In case it doesn't work. I wanna be alive." 

"Makes sense." Donut shrugs. 

"But we still don't even know how the teleporter cubes work. What they're extremely radioactive? Or what if they only work on inanimate objects?" Doc inquires. 

"Robots are objects." Grif states. 

"Hey! You're gonna hurt some feelings here. Don't ever talk like that in front of my robot." Sarge says thumbing at 2.0 as he walks over with Lopez in hand. 

<I heard the word robot. Did you call me?> 2.0 asks. 

"Nobody's talkin' to you, idiot." Sarge replies. 

"Well you should at least run some tests first." Doc points out. 

"But tests are haaard!" Grif groans. 

"Well if it keeps you morons away from me so I can work. I say go for it." 

"Seriously?" Grif says stunned. 

"You can either test the cubes or you can test this thing's primary defense systems." Sarge says gesturing to the crates. 

"What do I have to do for that?" 

"Just stand still and wait for the sweet embrace of death." Sarge grins. 

"Okay. Yeah, I'm leaving now." Grif grabs the cubes and walks away. 

"Ooh! I'm gonna update my Basebook page about this." Donut declares. 

"What's that?" Doc asks. 

"Oh, Doc. You're. Gonna. Love it. You should see this picture Caboose just uploaded. It's HILARIOUS!" Donut grabs Doc's arms and pulls him into the base. 2.0 and Lopez watch them. 

<(Sigh) Another robot. How original.> 

"Psst!" 

<Did you hear something?> 2.0 turns around sees the Scout soldier. 

"Yeah. Hey, over here. Brown guy." 

<Holy shit, who is that?> 2.0 says shocked. 

<Who is what? I can't see.> Lopez states. 

"Okay, don't come over here or anything just listen. You and your friends are in a lot of trouble." The Scout soldier explains. 

<What?!> 

<Seriously, what the heck is going on?> Lopez demands. 

"I'm gonna get you guys out of here, okay? But you need to sit tight a little while longer. I'm not the only one with their eyes on you." 

<What does that mean?> 

"I gotta go. Look I know you people can fend for yourselves just...be careful." The Scout warns. 

<Be careful? Why? Who is watching us?> 2.0 asks. 

<TURN. ME. AROUND.> Lopez shouts. 2.0 looks back and the soldier is gone.

<He's gone!> 

<Gone?> 

<Vanished!> 2.0 clarifies. 

<Was he Batman?> Lopez asks. 

<Lopez, we have to tell somebody!> 

<You can't be serious.> Lopez groans. 

2.0 turns and sees Sarge. <SARGE! SARGE!> 

Sarge looks at the robotic pair. "Hmm? You talkin' to me?" 

<A MAN WAS JUST HERE! HE SAID WE WERE IN DANGER! HE SAID WE HAVE TO-> 

"Dos-Point-O, quit your yammerin' so I can build your replacement. Ugh I mean your...building your...ugh. Yeah it's pretty much your replacement." 

<Trust me, kid. Don't even bother. You could draw that man a detailed infographic describing the situation and he'd still find some way to screw things up.> Lopez explains grumbling. 

<But we could be rescued.> 2.0 protests. 

<I can either be a head in this canyon. Or I could be a head in another canyon. At this point I really don't care.> 

<But what about our creators?> 2.0 asks. 

<They're the worst.> Lopez says angrily. 

<What do you mean?> 

<(Sighs) You're going to want to sit down for this story. It's about 20 hours long and I only enjoy telling it in five minute intervals.>