You surrender and go to jail.

You're backed into a corner, and you know it. Slowly, with a cold expression on your face, you sit back down on the chair, crossing your arms. Dawson nods once at you, returns his helmet to his head, and leaves the room.

You sit in place, furious. After a moment, you stand up, pick up the chair you were sat on by the back, and swing it two-handed into one of the nearby walls with a shout of rage. It shatters into metal fragments, most of which bounce harmlessly around the room. You clench your fists and are about to smash the table, when you regain control, instead settling for just denting its surface with a punch.

Several minutes later, the door opens again, and a pair of combat robots march in through the door. Almost seven feet tall and built like a truck with chrome plating, you know they're less menacing than they look, but they're still not to be underestimated.

They sent their best for me. Flattering.

Rather than making them manhandle you through the town, you present your wrists to the machines. One of them scans you with a green laser grid, before the other affixes a set of magcuffs to your arms in a series of rapid motions.

You sigh again, and one of the machines takes up a position behind you. The two of them lead you out of the outpost, past the disappointed looking technician on the desk, and through the now opened doors of the town. You feel eyes on you from everywhere, and you hate it.

Within the walls, the town is more impressive than from outside. Dozens of buildings and hundreds of people, hurrying back and forth all busy getting things done.

You don't have long to appreciate the surroundings before you're led into one of the largest buildings you've seen so far, some sort of town hall using the foundation of one of the adjacent skyscrapers as its structure. You glare at some people in suits behind a desk as you're led through the building, and down a flight of stairs.

It doesn't take long for the combat robots to get you situated in one of the makeshift cells in the towers basement. A bed, toilet, sink, mirror, chair, table, and four concrete walls with a metal door. Drab and dismal, with a flickering electric light overhead.

You drop onto the bed with a creak, moaning in anger with your face pressed into the pillow.