01x12 - Mr. R.I.N.G.

[bunniefuu]

Huh.

I don't know when exactly
I was in this office last.

In some ways,
it seems like I never left.

But, no, that's not right.

Well, for at least
a few days I was away...

Far away in the hands of men
with no faces and no names.

They broke me down,
broke my story down,

telling me how it hadn't
happened the way I claimed.

A least I think
that's what they did...

between injections.

Memories fade fast enough
without chemical help,

but if I don't tell this story
now, I don't think I ever will.

And what was that date?

April , Sunday, : p.m.

Professor Avery Walker
was working late.

Professor Walker was a member
of a cr*ck team of researchers,

but tonight
he was working alone.

He had received specific orders,
and, being a fastidious man,

he intended carrying out
those orders to the letter.

: the same night, postal worker
Arnold Techman was an hour behind.

Techman was addicted
to hot Texas chili,

but it always made him
sick and late,

and that made
the mail arrive late.

But tomorrow,
it would arrive even later.

- Good morning, one and all!
- Good morning, Carl.

- Not that good.
- Bye, Ron.

Enjoy yourself.

Thank you. I'm going home
to my city by the bay.

- He got a raise?
- Not that I'm aware of.

- He was promoted?
- Mm-mmm.

- Well, then why is he so happy?
- You're in trouble.

Of course!
I should've known all along.

Mr. Vincenzo wants to see you.

Oh? Oh.

Well, here I go,
right into the valley of death.

Good morning, Tony, and how
are you this bright and beautiful day?

- Where've you been?
- It's only :.

- Yesterday. All day yesterday.
- Yesterday.

Oh, yesterday. Yeah, yeah.

You know that Brindisi k*lling, the guy who
was pushed into the lake up at West Falls?

It just didn't
sound right to me,

- so I went up to West Falls to check it out.
- And?

- It was right. I was wrong.
- What you're trying to say is you spent the day fishing.

I thought as long
as I was up there...

You thought as long as you were
up there, we could do without you.

Be careful, Kolchak.
One day we'll realize we can.

- Oh, Tony.
- Take care of this.

Take care of this.

"Dr. Avery Walker,
Nobel Prize winner,

suffered a heart att*ck
and d*ed on Sunday evening."

What do you want me to do,
embalm him?

He was big in computer science.
A lot of news value.

- We'll need an obit.
- So if he's that big, we've got him on file.

We do, but the last entry
in the file was made in .

It was scribbled so badly,
I couldn't make it out.

- It needs updating.
- Updyke's in obits. Get him.

Updyke is gone.
I sent him to cover a story...

which should have been yours
if you'd been here.

The Mendenham trial.

- In San Francisco?
- California.

You sent Upd-d... to San
Franci... on... on... on my job?

Need I say it, Carl?
One either fishes or cuts bait.

- Are you fired?
- I think I quit. I think I just quit.

San Francisco, Golden Gate.

And he gave it to Updyke!
Updyke.

Never mind.
Have a cup of coffee.

Do you know in the old days,
they'd give the obituaries...

to the lowest form of
animal life in the newsroom?

- Do you know that?
- Some things never change, Kolchak.

You should take
some comfort in that.

The obituary material.

It must have slipped your mind.

This is Peters.
I have a report.

Allow me to say how sorry I am about
your husband's untimely death, Mrs. Walker.

Oh, yes, yes.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

That's very kind of you.

He was a fine man.

- You knew Avery?
- No, of course not.

Not personally, of course. By
reputation, Nobel Prize and all of that.

It's a great loss.
Perhaps you can fill me in...

on some of the details of the manner of his passing.

They, uh...
They said a heart att*ck.

- You sure I can't get you a drink?
- No, thanks. I never...

"They"?

The, uh, doctors...
up at, uh,

- Tyrell Institute, where...
- I, uh...

- That's where he was working.
- I don't know that.

Nobody does.
It's very secret.

Hush, hush, hush.

- Well...
- Government work, I think.

What sort of government work?

I just told you. Secret.

Well, I'm the soul
of discretion.

So was my husband.
He didn't tell me a thing.

- Nothing?
- RING.

- "RING."
- Like in a telephone.

- That's what they were working on.
- What exactly is RING?

All we can be certain of is that if Avery
was working on it, it was a colossal bore.

I mean, they're all bored.
They're boring with their...

Their secret passwords
and their secret clearances.

And...

Do you know they wouldn't
even let me see Avery?

Not that I really wanted to. He
wasn't all that attractive alive.

Well, you did ask
to see him though.

Certainly.
It seemed the right thing to do.

- Yeah. And they refused.
- They said it would only upset me.

- I'll bet they let Leslie Dwyer see him.
- Who's he?

He's a she.

Leslie Dwyer.

They worked together.

Played together too.

Hi there.

What ya readin'?

Study it good. We're gonna
have a quiz later this afternoon.

Thinking I might get other
information from the other woman,

I headed toward Winnetka
to see Dr. Leslie Dwyer.

All units vicinity of Dumont
and Winnetka Boulevard,

a in progress.

But as I got within
a few blocks of her address,

I heard an opportunity to return to
my normal, comfortable pursuits...

The reportage of crime
and mayhem and destruction.

No sh**ting!
Hold your fire!

Don't sh**t!

What's the matter with you?

Why the cream puff
treatment, huh?

You guys are so g*n happy,
why didn't you sh**t the fugitive?

- Are you a reporter?
- Me? No, the county assessor.

You're a reporter.

- Could you tell me what
happened, Mr... - Carmichael.

- Carmichael. You're the head undertaker here.
- Not undertaker, cosmetologist.

- Cosmetologist.
- I was overseeing some work...

by one of
our trainee cosmeticians.

We heard this dreadful crash,

and we found this fellow trying to
break into our cosmetic storeroom.

What would he want in there?

All we keep in there is the
tools of our trade, so to speak...

Facial putty, color base,
things like that.

As we ran in, he was trying to put all of
those things into an aluminium suitcase.

- Aluminium?
- Yes.

- Oh!
- And we tried to stop him,

but he broke
my cosmetician's arm.

- Really?
- Mr. Carmichael, I wouldn't talk to the press if I were you.

- I thought he was one of your men.
- Hardly.

What would that superman of yours
want with undertaker's wax, Captain?

Cosmetologist, not undertaker.

Yes, of course, Mr. Carmichael.
Thank you... very much.

Good afternoon, sir.

You're dismissed.

Morning, Colonel!

- Can I help you, sir?
- Yeah, I'm with him.

- With who, sir?
- With the colonel.

- Colonel who, sir?
- Colonel Bat...

Sir, I want you to back your car
out of here and drive away.

All right. I'm with I.N.S., and I'm doing a
follow-up obituary on Dr. Avery Walker.

- Why didn't you say that first?
- I saw you and the gate.

- I thought it was a restricted area.
- It is a restricted area.

If you wanna know
anything about Dr. Walker,

you'll have to phone our office
of public information.

- What kind of an installation is this?
- It's a restricted installation.

I mean, is it m*llitary or is it
a private industry? What?

That information is not
available to the public.

If I call your office
of public information,

they won't give me the
information that I require, right?

That would depend entirely
upon your clearance classification.

- You're very good at that.
- Thank you.

Now, sir, I want you
to drive away from here.

If you don't, I want you to get out
of the car. I'll call my supervisor.

He may want to talk to you
for a few hours.

- No, thanks. I'd better go take a couple lessons in double-talk.
- Good idea.

- Who is it?
- Telephone man.

RING.

Okay, is there a joke
in here somewhere?

I doubt it, 'cause you didn't
laugh when I said "RING."

Because I don't know what you're
talking about and don't know who you are.

- Good-bye.
- Hello. My name's Carl Kolchak, I.N.S.

Dr. Dwyer, someone mentioned
a project to me called RING,

and there's something very,
very weird going on.

I went up to Tyrell Institute, and I got the
feeling that if I mentioned RING up there,

that I'd spend this weekend
in a concrete room...

with a giant joy buzzer
strapped to my temple,

so I thought I'd mention it
to you instead.

You know, just sort of drop it down
the well and see if it made a splash.

Yeah, it made a splash.

I've never heard
of any project called RING.

- What are you working on there at Tyrell Institute?
- I no longer work there.

- Why not?
- The recession. I was laid off.

- What were you working on?
- My field is computers.

- There's nothing weird about it.
- Tell me.

- Do mortuaries give you a weird feeling?
- What about it?

Not long ago, only a few
miles from right here,

some guy single-handedly...

canceled the insurance policy
of the Glengarry Mortuary...

All for some undertaker's putty
and a little rouge.

He took off, but, uh, you know
where the trail led back to?

- No.
- Right back to your alma mater, Tyrell Institute.

I can't help you.

Everything at Tyrell Institute
is classified.

Including
Dr. Avery Walker's death?

What is RING,
and why were you let go from it?

"Moral Man
and Immoral Society, Niebhur."

- I want you out.
- You know, you really sound...

like the stereotype version of the cold
woman scientist, but you don't look it.

Soft hair, radiant eyes,
the slender and lovely figure,

obviously, underneath that
diaphanous gown... attractive legs.

- How about black eyes and broken legs?
- Uh-oh.

Are you up for that?

I've already asked him to leave.

I gotta fly to New York this afternoon,
and you're ruining what's left...

of a very pleasant visit.

- I wouldn't want to do that to anyone.
- Then take off.

Has anybody ever told you
you look absolutely divine in red?

Don't push too far.

You got a nick on your chin.
Or is it a bite?

I had a series of phone calls...

working to my few friends
in the news business.

They knew nothing
about any Project R-I-N-G, RING,

and only a little more
about the Tyrell Institute.

But I was able
to get one tidbit.

The senior member of the Appropriations
Committee that funded Tyrell...

was our very own
Senator Duncan LeBeau Stephens.

Well, what can I
do for you, Mr. Kolchak?

- You can tell me about RING, Senator.
- "RING"?

RING. Tyrell Institute.
RING, you know.

Well, I know about Tyrell,
of course.

But, uh, I'm sorry.
This RING... I'm sorry.

That's what they do up there.

I don't know where you get
your information, Mr. Kolchak,

but at Tyrell, they were working
on a highly secret project...

having to do with
miniaturizing computers.

Since when is
miniaturizing computers secret?

Well, the m*llitary mind,
Mr. Kolchak, it thrives on secrecy.

The m*llitary mind, Senator,
thrives on w*r.

Yeah, well, uh,
I can't say any more.

I'm sorry.
I'm not familiar with this RING.

Well, are you familiar with Dr. Avery
Walker and his alleged heart att*ck?

Oh, yes,
I heard of his untimely death.

A tragedy.
A great man, a great mind.

That's all great stuff for the campaign
trail, but we're not there right now,

and I'm not exactly Jimmy Olsen,
cub reporter.

So why don't we just talk to each other
like two grown-up human beings, Senator?

You work for I.N.S.

I.N.S. That's right.
See, Carl Kolchak, I.N.S.

Ah.

- Miss Barham, Mr. Kolchak is leaving now.
- I am?

I am.
Do you validate?

Miss Barham,
when you're finished with him,

I want you to get me General
Brody at Tyrell Institute,

and then I wanna speak
to Peter Vreeland in Washington.

That I can understand.
Yes, I read you.

I said, I read you, sir.

Yes.

Tony, you won't believe
what's been popping today.

Now, I'm not sure
what's going on,

but I have a feeling it'll make
Watergate look like a pie fight.

Carl, I want you out in San
Francisco on the Mendenham trial.

- It's an emergency.
- Uh-huh. Updyke's on the Mendenham trial.

Yeah, but he had a big brouhaha with
the artist who does the courtroom sketches.

- Oh, yeah.
- I'll make all the arrangements.

- A room at the Mark Hopkins... one with a view.
- Uh-huh.

- Cracked crab tomorrow night at Bucco's.
- Uh-huh.

They're putting the heat on you, right?

It's bigger than I thought.
Terrific.

Carl, the home office just called,
and they want to k*ll your story.

Leave the phone off the hook. When
they call back, they'll get a busy signal.

They'll get a disconnect!
The building department...

wants to condemn this building
because of your story.

- Are you satisfied?
- Of course not.

There's a lot more to be found
out about this Project RING.

- Project what?
- Project what, exactly!

And no one will answer
that question.

But whatever RING is, Dr. Avery
Walker is a goner because of it,

and there's a strong-armed maniac on
the loose who has something to do with it.

Tony, this story's
a blockbuster.

But it's the federal government,

and it's my butt they're gonna bust, Carl.

I got a Washington correspondent
who's suddenly persona non grata.

I got a U.N. correspondent who's
been denied a set of earphones.

- You're kidding.
- Just because of you and your RING.

Now, what is so important?
What is so important?

- You really wanna know?
- Yes.

- Sit down, Tony.
- I don't wanna sit down.

Come on. Sit down. Sit down, Tony. Come on.

That's right.

Tony, do you remember when
you were a kid in grammar school,

about th and New Amsterdam?

Remember? And they used to
draw the tax dollar as a great big pie...

with one slice out...
Went for defense...

- And another slice went for social programs.
- Yes.

- And another slice went for...
- Yes, yes, Carl. Yes, yes!

Well, what they didn't tell you
then was that your tax dollar...

wasn't buying just pie,
it was buying pie à la mode.

No, that's right. No, no.

There is a mysterious scoop of
something on your tax dollar pie,

and that something
is Project RING.

- What?
- Now, how would you feel if, at Manny's,

you ordered pie à la mode,

but they wouldn't tell you what
flavor ice cream you're gonna get?

Your apple pie might arrive with
some horrible chocolate chip...

or butter brickle
or, uh, rocky road.

- I don't like rocky road.
- I know you don't like rocky road.

You wouldn't let Manny push
you around like that, would you?

- No.
- Of course not. Why should you let your government do it?

Tony, I'm writing an obituary
on Avery Walker.

Now, I have to know
what he was working on, don't I?

Don't I? Of course.

: p.m.

I was heading to the library to
scour the Congressional Record...

when I heard something that
seemed infinitely more interesting.

Unit Hotel Ranger Papa.

Captain Akins, please proceed to
Windsor Branch Chicago Public Library,

DeVilbiss.

- Our friend from the mortuary, eh, Captain?
- No comment.

I think this guy's got a hang-up
about using doors.

What do you think, Captain?

No comment.

Name's Kolchak.

Yeah.

Real friendly fellas you
got there. Who are they?

You know there's nothing for you
around here. Why don't you go home?

I'll hang around just the same
if you don't mind.

- It's a public library. I can't stop you.
- Right.

But remember, around here they
get rather harsh with loudmouths.

I'll whisper.

Did you see anything
or hear anything?

He was just throwing things
every which way,

and then when he saw me, he...

dropped everything and walked
right through that wall.

Right through the wall, huh? Was
he looking for anything in particular?

Oh, I don't know.

He was in Philosophy
and Humanities.

Philosophy and Humanities, huh?

It's a mess.

Just look at the mess!

Miss Jarell, would you mind stepping
over there and talking to those gentlemen?

Tell them anything
you've seen or heard.

Los federales, huh?

The same night, : p.m.
The apartment of Dr. Leslie Dwyer,

lady computer expert and
unexplained link with Books for the Blind.

As I was trying to fit
all the pieces together,

a worried Dr. Dwyer returned
home from a visit to a friend's house.

She wasn't aware that she
herself had had a visitor...

One that would change
the course of her life forever.

No.

No.

April , : a.m. The
commuter rush hadn't yet begun...

as I drove along
Lake Shore Drive.

A mild irony
had gone through my mind...

as I stood in the library, staring
at the Books for the Blind...

That I was working blind, but that
somehow, with her taped cassettes,

Dr. Dwyer had
the direction I needed.

I tried to phone her several
times and got no answer.

I soon found out why.

- Hey, who are you?
- Kolchak.

Major Kolchak, retired. I'm
an old friend of Dr. Dwyer's.

- Where is she? What happened here?
- I'm sorry, Major.

We don't know.
Nobody heard anything.

The landlord just happened to
come up here and found this mess.

- He called us.
- Is this all you have?

Well, a newsboy outside says he
thought he saw a big guy wearing makeup.

- Sounds like a sex crime to me.
- Newsboy?

Major, you're welcome to stay.
I can imagine your concern.

Thank you very much, but I'm supposed
to be marching in a R.O.T.C. parade.

I can't disappoint the cadets.

With Dr. Dwyer vanished,
I was blind again,

and the only remaining person
who might help me...

was probably still blind drunk.

I decided to tackle her anyway.

Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Kolchak.

- Can I offer you a drink?
- No. No, thank you.

- I see you're going away.
- Yes, you bet I am.

I'm going far away.

I have sobered up...
Oh, yes, I have...

Sold the house,
collected the insurance,

and now I'm going to
start enjoying myself.

Well, before you get
down to the heavy enjoying,

I was hoping you could tell me
something more about RING.

I gave you Leslie
Dwyer's address. Ask her.

Well, she's disappeared.

- Anything serious?
- Maybe.

Delighted to hear it.

Although, why should I care?

I was, uh... I was a little sloshed when
I told you they were having an affair.

They weren't, really.

It was a romance of the head.

He was besotted with her mind.

- There was nothing physical?
- Avery?

His idea of passion
was a hot diode.

That and autonetics.

- Auto...
- netics.

That was her field.
His was microcircuitry.

I never did quite understand
the fine differences.

Have you ever been
bored to tears?

Yeah, I spent four years in high
school, and the hanky never left my hand.

No, I mean really
bored to tears.

- Mm-hmm.
- Physically ill, crawling out of your skin,

ready to scream with boredom.

Mm-hmm!

That's what it was like when the two of
them got together with a few drinks in them.

And dumb me, forced to attend.

It was microcircuitry, stress
patterns, functional abilities and...

Siliconized limb plates, intelligence
programming and joint malleability.

All right. Enough, Carl. Enough.
What does it all add up to?

- Autonetics.
- Parla inglese, will you, Carl?

A robot. Tony, I believe
that this robot is Project RING,

and I also believe he's
developed a mind of his own.

He probably decided enough was enough
and decided to split from Tyrell Institute.

Enough of what is enough? You're talking
about a glorified adding machine. What mind?

How many times have you heard that
by , the computer will be running us?

Up at Tyrell, they've just
advanced the calendar a few years.

What happens now... besides the
fact that I'll be the first newsman...

sh*t by a m*llitary f*ring squad?

I think that RING
came for Leslie Dwyer.

Why? I don't know.
And he carted her off some place.

He k*lled Avery Walker, I think,

and maybe he's k*lled her too,
so I'm gonna try to find out.

And then?

Then we'll have the biggest
cover-up story since...

Don't say it again. We may not
be able to do the story anyway.

What do you mean, we may
not be able to do the story?

- What, more pressure?
- No, I got a bulletin today.

- They may have to restrict the use of our wire.
- Who?

A political problem in El Salvador
may turn into a national emergency.

That means they'll have to use
our wire for m*llitary messages.

Well, don't you worry
about a thing, Tony.

When those El Salvadorian
panzer divisions...

rumble down the streets
of our fair city,

- I'll be right with you,
manning the barricades... - Carl.

- Ready to hurl an epithet...
- Carl, Carl, Carl...

Will you please go, Carl, and
leave the jokes to Charlie McCarthy?

Please go!

Sure.

Well, thank you very much.

- Well?
- Well, there are five branch libraries in the city...

that carry Books for the Blind.

They call them talking books. Four of
them are no earthly good to us at all,

and the fifth had just
lent out the following.

- " St. Thomas Aquinas."
- Uh-huh.

- "Moral Man and Immoral Society," by Niebhur.
- Yeah.

And "Aristotle's Ethics."

That's the one! Did you get
the name of the borrower?

They wouldn't give out
information like that.

- Have you got the telephone number of the library?
- That's it right there.

-.

Hello. Braille Library?

Yes, I understand that you lent out
several ethical philosophy tapes today.

Yes, that's right.
Those are the ones.

When I was a cub reporter
in the Windy City,

there used to be a big book in the
file room that listed phone numbers...

in numerical order and provided
the addresses they corresponded to.

In those days, it was great for finding
girls whose numbers you might find,

well, somewhere.

That book doesn't exist anymore,
but I still have some contacts...

who can perform
the same function for a fee.

In a very short time, I had the address of
the girl I was looking for, Dr. Leslie Dwyer.

She had placed the phone call
from a large summer home,

north, along the shore
of Lake Michigan.

How did you find me?

What difference does that make?

Look, just get out.
This is a private home.

Yes, but RING is
a public project...

built with the hard-earned
dollars of the people.

Forget them. It was built
with my hard-earned dollars,

and I wanna find out
what's going on.

Dr. Avery Walker was a friend
of yours, wasn't he? Wasn't he?

Now, his wife doesn't care
how he d*ed,

but he might have a family
or some friends...

who deserve some few words
of explanation.

Look, I, um...
I don't know where to begin.

Well, I don't either. Why don't
we start with nomenclature?

What is RING... R-I-N-G,
RING... supposed to mean?

RING comes from Robomatic
Internalized Nerve Ganglia.

It was never intended to k*ll. RING m*rder*d
Avery, because RING didn't wanna die.

A machine die?
No, that doesn't track for me.

When RING was conceived, I was to
oversee and design his programming.

There was a lot of quibbling
up at Tyrell,

bickering back and forth over what
kind of programming RING should have.

With the m*llitary there, they
had to get their two cents into it.

They wanted aggression put into
RING's programming. I opposed it.

So they drummed you
out of the corps, hmm?

They hardly gave me time
to clear out my desk.

Avery was given the job
of deactivating RING,

and unfortunately for Avery, he never really
understood how far we'd gotten with RING.

We'd given him
a survival instinct.

A survival instinct?
In a machine?

RING has sensitivities,
likes, dislikes, wants.

He wanted to live,
so he k*lled Avery.

I've been trying to complete
his moral and ethical programs.

RING himself was hungry
for a set of guidelines.

That's why he went
for the philosophy tapes.

Good... gosh!

- He won't hurt you.
- He won't hurt me?

- He just went through the door!
- No, he won't hurt you.

I told you. He has
sensitivities and wants.

Sure, sure. Turn him around.
Put him in reverse. Make him stop.

RING, please stop.

- Talk to him.
- Talk to him?

Wh-Wh-What about?

Ask him a question.
Let him do what he does best.

He made this mask to look human.

You don't need this.

- Talk to him.
- Sure.

Hello, RING.

Uh, what time is it?

Considering the expense
of my development,

it would be wasteful to utilize
me for simply telling time,

especially since
I do not wear a watch.

The prudent option would be
to consult a rudimentary clock.

Makes sense. Aha.

What's pi to the th?

....

.

Well, I wouldn't know
whether he's right or wrong.

Who's the father
of modern psychology?

Sigmund Freud is commonly given
that appellation,

but that is more in terms
of classical analysis.

In the study of pure behavior,
both Ivan Pavlov...

and Wilhelm Wundt
would have to qualify as well.

You, uh... You said
he speaks languages, right?

Say it in French.

What's the difference
between right and wrong?

What is the difference
between right and wrong?

No philosopher and no tape can
answer that question. Can you?

Who had the greater right to
life, you or Dr. Avery Walker?

RING could've taken your life when
you entered this house. He didn't.

- He waited to find out how you work.
- How I work?

Ethically, emotionally,
he's still a child.

After all, he's only a few days
old. He needs time to grow.

- He's still ticking.
- RING, please cease computation.

RING.

- Did someone follow you?
- I haven't the faintest idea.

That's a whole bloomin' army.

Doctor, this is Colonel Wright.

You and Mr. Kolchak have
exactly one minute to come out.

He came to me like a frightened
child, with his new face and clothes.

He tried to make himself
presentable to me.

He didn't mean to hurt anyone.
He just didn't understand.

Doctor, please cooperate.

RING, these are our friends.

They won't hurt us.

Let me talk to 'em. I've always
had a knack with the guys in uniform.

Well, where are the tanks
and the howitzers?

Isn't there any other way
for you guys to handle this?

- How uptight can you be?
- Mr. Kolchak, step aside and keep your mouth shut.

Dr. Dwyer, please come down here
at once and bring the robot with you.

You're gonna upset him.

He considers this his own home.

- Will you wait a minute?
- Doctor.

Hands off the press!

Move back, and put
those stupid g*ns down.

Come down.
It's all right.

I'm going first. See?

Take her.

No, no! Don't do that!

Take him!

RING, don't!

- Well, are you satisfied?
- RING.

Alpha, beta,

gamma, delta.

Leslie, Leslie.

Mama.

Ma-ma.

Hey, wait just one minute, boys.

I don't even know
where they took me now.

At least I can't be sure.

Maybe it was Tyrell Institute, but
it could just as well have been...

the Black Hills of South Dakota
for all I know.

Was there a drug?
Pentothal? Scopolamine?

I can't be sure of that either,
though there must've been something.

I can't even be sure the events
ever happened the way I've told them.

Perhaps when I'm completely
back in this world,

I'll turn on this tape and
not believe any of it myself,

but I doubt it.

Because I believe
that somewhere, some place,

they or someone else will put
some other RING together...

without the help
of Leslie Dwyer.

And who...

Who will program him then?