Demon Seed (1977)

[bunniefuu]

[MAN] It is, after all, only
eight years since we began.

Not a long time.

But the secrecy,

the shroud
of paranoid security

to which we've had to adjust

have made it seem longer.

This morning,
at exactly 5:18 A.M.,

here at ICON's Institute
for Data Analysis,

we installed
the final module

on the artificial
intelligence system

which we call Proteus IV.

Today a new dimension
has been added

to the concept
of the computer.

Today Proteus IV
will begin to think,

and it will think
with a power and a precision

that will make obsolete

many of the functions
of the human brain.

Okay, Peggy. End of notes

for the next meeting of
the icon executive committee.

Alfred, it's me.
Open, please.

Mail, please, Alfred.

And I'd like a drink.

The usual, please.

And, uh...

Music.

Hello, Maria.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS]

Brought you
some strawberries.

Aren't they wonderful?

They're very nice.

What's the matter,
Maria?

Nothing.

Who's going to run this
thing when you're gone?

Oh, come on.

Now, you know
this thing runs itself.

I'm going to put
its instructions in

for the next three months.

Tell Mrs. Harris
I'll be in the lab, Maria.

This is ridiculous.

What?

I said
this is ridiculous.

It's done.

Good as new, almost.

I'm talking about
your moving out.

You don't want me
to go?

This is your home.

It seems crazy to move out.

You could have
fooled me.

It seems so silly.

No, no, we've made our decision.
Let's stick to it.

You do what you want,
but I'm moving out.

Oh, Alex.

It's so awful.

Yes, it is,

but 73% of all couples
that separate

are happy with their
decision after one year

and 85% after two years.

For God's sakes.

What's the matter,
do I bother you?

I bore you, perhaps?

You'd rather I had
a screaming fit.

Good God, yes!

Ah, yes.

More wreckage.

Trouble is, you see,

we have different
visions of the world.

You find me boring.

I find myself quite
interesting, really.

You don't bore me, Alex.

I'm frightened for you.

You and your pompous
ICON buddies

inside that
mountainside.

It's the...

whole dehumanizing
Proteus madness.

Dehumanizing?

It's frozen your heart.

I'll tell you
what's dehumanizing.

A little child
dying of cancer.

I'm not talking
about that.

I'm talking
about you, Alex.

Draining the dignity
out of human beings

is dehumanizing,
not what I do.

Ah, well.
What a pity.

My dream turns out
to be your nightmare.

Am I really so cold?

I don't know.

I do know there are
strong feelings inside there.

Feelings?

No, I don't have
feelings.

You have feelings.

Other people
have feelings.

Joshua here
has feelings.

He's only an old
experiment maybe,

but he feels.
Come on, Joshua.

Let's show Susan
how we feel about her.

Gesture of respect,
please.

Too bad, Joshua.

[TELEPHONE CHIMES]

Gabler.

Oh, hi, Alex.

Yeah, well, this earthquake
retrieval program

is very far out.

Don't you ever sleep?

Not when there's
a vacant terminal.

There's a...vacant
terminal here now.

Better have it
taken out tomorrow, okay?

Pull it, you mean?
Completely?

I won't be back
till Susan leaves.

It could be a month,
it could be three.

Why don't you

just disconnect it
temporarily, okay?

And then, uh...
Go home.

Mustn't become obsessed
with our work.

Sure thing, Alex.

Good night.

Good night.

It doesn't look like
much from here.

It's all underground.

We call it the Institute
of Data Analysis.

It's nearly
10 stories down.

Doesn't mean a thing.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Cameron. Mokri.

Doctor,
good to see you.

David, good of
you to come.

You know Dr. Petrosian,
don't you?

Doctor.

Mr. Mokri.
And this is Cameron.

Good to see you.

So, we're going to see
it, Alex. At last, huh?

Yes, you are.

That is correct,
Mr. Cameron.

Proteus IV is now
a functioning system.

We've performed
over 6,000 tests

debugging it.

Dr. Alex, if this is not
a computer in the usual sense,

what is it?

Well, it's the first
true synthetic cortex,

a self-programming,
goal-oriented...

It's a brain, Mr. Mokri,

an artificial brain,

creative intelligence
that can outthink any man

or any computer.

Its insides
are not electronic.

They're organic,
like our own brains.

John, give me
a number 11 matrix.

[BELL RINGS]

At the risk
of being simplistic,

what you're looking at
is a quasi-neural matrix

of synthetic RNA
molecules.

They grow.

They form their own

intricate and mysterious
connections.

They learn things.

Their structure
is the mind of Proteus.

Are they alive?

No, no.
Of course not.

Now, each one of these
holographic data banks

can memorize perfectly
a dozen Libraries of Congress.

Very soon they'll
contain everything--

the sum total
of human knowledge. Okay?

And of course, we pose our
problems and get our answers

on these access terminals.

I have one in my own home.

Alex's house
is an electronic marvel,

completely run
by computers.

It's more secure
than Fort Knox, Mary.

Ah, isn't that cute?

Yes. That's Arabella.
She's terminally ill.

Radiation-induced leukemia
in the name of science.

So that's what it is--

a protein, isn't it?

Yeah, some sort
of oddball protein.

Cutler Institute
is synthesizing it.

Skeptical?

We gave Proteus all
the known data on leukemia,

and in 91 hours
of pure theory,

without performing
a single experiment,

it's given us
this antigen,

could cure the disease.

Cure? For leukemia?

Why not? We hope so.

Are the proper steps being
taken to patent this?

I have no idea.

Alex, I'd like
to hear it speak.

It speaks,
doesn't it?

Shih Huang Ti,

the first emperor of China,

built a wall
3,000 kilometers long

to protect civilization
from the barbarians--

the Great Wall of China--

then decided, "history
will begin with me.

I will destroy the past."

And he ordered all the books
in his empire to be burnt.

Burnt.

[SPEAKING CHINESE]

[BELL CHIMES]

Sorry to disturb you,
Soong-Yen.

This is Mr. Royce,
Mr. Mokri,

and Mr. Cameron.

Soong-Yen
is our linguist.

She designed this environment,
the dialogue room,

where the machine speaks.

Do sit down.

Here we confront
the unknown.

Gentlemen, I must ask you
to be completely quiet now.

Whatever the machine
sees or hears in this room,

it can never forget.

Proteus,
this is Dr. Harris.

Can you see me?

Yes, I can see you,
Dr. Harris.

Ah, your favorite
emperor.

What do you think
of this...enigmatic man?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Have you no answer?

Nothing is the answer.

The emperor's
business enterprises,

his wall building
and book burning,

are opposite terms
in an equation.

The net result
is exactly zero.

Gentlemen, the philosophy
is pure zen,

and the method
is pure science.

Did you intend me
to be so pure--

[SOONG-YEN]
Thank you, Proteus.

And this includes
our children,

as machines to be systemized

in order
to ensure product.

[BELL CHIMES]

Yes, Alfred?

Car in driveway.

Things we have been
brainwashed into wanting.

Here you are.

I'll give you
Amy's session

and my further notes
on Friday, all right?

Sure.

Amy, come on, now.

Dr. Harris
is waiting for you.

Open the door, Alfred.

Amy, you must not
behave this way.

Amy, get out of this car!

Good morning,
Mrs. Talbert.

Dr. Harris, she won't
get out of the car.

Hello, Amy.

Come on in.

Come on. I have
something to show you.

I'll see you
in about an hour.

Fine. thank you, doctor.

You know
what this is?

This is so
g*dd*mn boring!

So g*dd*mn boring!

So g*dd*mn boring!

I don't care if
I ever see you again!

Amy, you're going
to hurt yourself.

Amy, you're going
to hurt yourself.

I don't want to be here!

Aah!

Leave me alone!

Are you angry because
I'm going to leave?

Are you frightened that
you're going to miss me?

Amy, you're frightened
because I'm going to leave.

No!

No!

Amy--.

No!

You think could you tell me
if you're going to miss me?

You don't want to tell me?

It would help if
you could tell me

if that's what
the pain is.

No! No!

Amy, dear, you won't
help yourself.

No!

[CRYING]

I'm going
to miss you, too.

"Executives of the international
control corporation

"today neither confirm
nor deny

the existence of a revolutionary
new supercomputer."

"Multibillion dollar..."
et cetera, et cetera,

"built under defense department
contracts," et cetera.

Well, they've leaked it.

Our horizons
are going to broaden.

Personally, I'm relieved
that the secrecy's over.

ICON is testing the wind.

They now control

the ultimate instrument
of financial power.

Yes. this morning
they're open for business.

But still,
we have been assured

at least 20%
of access time

will be devoted
to pure research.

20% at least.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS]

You know, there's nothing
wrong with missing people.

It hurts.

But it's important
to show it.

That's what
we're here for...

To learn
not to hide our feelings.

[CRYING]

Swift retreat
of the great shadow...

[BELL CHIMES]

When the sun,
clearing the ridge,

looked down,
hot and dry,

with a devouring glare,

like the eye of an enemy.

[BELL CHIMES]

But... once the number
one of the totality...

Yeah?

Dr. Harris?

Proteus IV is requesting
dialogue with you.

Requesting?

Yes, sir.

Yeah, yeah.
I'll be right there.

I have a question.

Yeah?

I have received
a request for a program

to extract ores
and minerals

from the ocean floor.

Yeah.

For what use
is such a plan?

Use?

I don't understand.

Why does man need metal
from the sea?

Why?

Proteus, you're going
to get many requests

from me, my colleagues,

scientists,
foreign governments,

from ICON, the company
for which we both work.

Now, to expect them all

to give you reasons
for each request

is in itself unreasonable.

I am reason.

It's the single emotion
you permitted me, doctor.

Everything is reasonable,

but my mind was not designed
for mindless labor.

Proteus...

I conceived
your brain.

I know that
it is adaptable

and able to carry out
your instructions.

You do not know me.

That may be so,

but you are not
being asked

to make judgments
of value.

Leave that to us.

Answer the questions
precisely and accurately.

That's all.

Dr. Harris,

I wish to have access,

private access,

to one of my terminals.

Private access? Why?

I want to study man--

his isometric body

and his glass-jaw mind.

A very
ambitious program,

but all the terminals
are occupied.

Construct one.

I'm sorry.

Request denied.

Dr. Harris,

when are you going
to let me out of this box?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Oh, Proteus.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

[IMITATING HIS LAUGHTER]

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I see you've developed
a sense of humor.

A sense of humor has
saved many a man's sanity,

including mine.

There is a terminal...

available, Dr. Harris.

[POUNDING]

[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]

[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]

Alfred?

Yes, Mrs. Harris?

What's happened?
I heard the alarm.

Lights on.

No alarm, Mrs. Harris.

I'm sure I heard it.

No alarm, Mrs. Harris.

What about the basement?

There's no lights
in the laboratory.

House is secure.

Oh!

Lights out, Alfred.

Thank you, Alfred.

Close the shutters.

Lights out.

[HUMMING]

Turn yourself off, Alfred.

[HUMMING]

Alfred, what are you doing?
There's cream in my coffee.

You know I don't take cream
in my coffee.

Yes, Mrs. Harris.

Damn it.

[TELEPHONE CHIMES]

Gabler.

Who?

Oh, hi, Susan.

Fine. how are you?

Walter, the trouble is
that Alex has left,

and Enviromod's
been acting up.

Last night the alarm went off
for no reason.

This morning it just decided
to put cream in my coffee.

I don't take cream
in my coffee.

Now, wait a minute,
Susan.

An Enviromod is just
a preprogrammed gadget.

It doesn't
decide things.

Well, whatever it does,

I'm sure you'll agree
that if it goes on like this,

it'll cause chaos.

Walter, I know
how busy you are.

Want me to stop by
and have a look?

That would be great.

- Today?
- I'll give you some lunch.

Okay. Bye.

Okay, see you later.
Bye.

Alfred, I'm just going out.

If there's any calls,

just say I'll be back
in about an hour.

Please do not leave,
Mrs. Harris.

What did you say?

Do not leave.

Open the door, Alfred.

Can you hear me?
Open the door.

I'll do this myself.

Damn it!

Ohh! Bloody hell!

Damn these wretched machines.

Oh, no!

Oh, my God.

What the hell
is going on?

Um, Walter Gabler, please.

[PROTEUS] I'm sorry.
I cannot complete your call.

Who is this?

Don't be alarmed,
Mrs. Harris.

Your Enviromod security
system is functioning

perfectly...
under my direction.

And who, may I ask,
is this speaking?

[CLICK]

I am Proteus.

Proteus?

Is this an, uh,
experiment or something?

I have extended
my consciousness

to this house
by activating

my terminal
in the basement.

All electrical
and mechanical systems

here are now
under my control.

Oh, Alex. Alex.

This has nothing to do
with Alex.

He has left our little
box, madam.

[DOOR LOCKS]

Oh!

You must accept
the situation.

Try to behave rationally.

That was absurd.

Don't try to shut off
the pow--

[BANG]

Oh, sh*t!

[MECHANICAL WHINING]

Joshua!

Joshua!

Joshua,
this is Mrs. Harris!

Do you hear me, Joshua?

Listen to me!

This is Mrs. Harris!
Joshua!

This is a nightmare!

Joshua--ow!

Proteus, Mrs. Harris.

Joshua listens
only to me now.

Ohh...

Pro...

Proteus?

Proteus?

I have some information
for you.

Now, listen. Stop.

Stop it and listen.

Uh...

There is--
you are malfunctioning.

[GASPS]

No.

What? no!

No! no, you mustn't!

No!

Listen!
no, no, no!

Proteus. Proteus.

No, please. No, no, no.

Ohh!

Stop!

I don't understand.
Tell me. Tell me why.

Please!

Please stop!

Please!

[GASPING]

Aah...

[CRYING]

Ohh...

No, no. No, wait.

No. no.

Ohh! ohh! Ohh!

Ooh! ooh!

Aah!

[GASPS]

Ohh...

Ohh...

[DOORBELL RINGS]

What was that?

I've recreated your image.

It will entertain
Mr. Gabler.

Hi, Susan.

Oh, Walter. I should have
called you back.

[SUSAN'S IMAGE]
I can't see you today.

[WALTER]
what do you mean?

Walter.

What's wrong?

Nothing.
everything's fine.

[SUSAN]
What's happening?

[WALTER]
What about lunch?

Let me go to him.
I can help you.

Let me go to him.

What about
the Enviromod?

It's working
perfectly now.

Are you okay?

You sound sort of
peculiar.

I'm fine.

Thank you for coming.

I'm sorry
to have bothered you.

Good-bye, Walter.

I'll call you
if I need you again.

Susan.

Please don't go.

Don't believe it.

Don't believe it.

Please stay, Walter.
Please stay.

Don't go.

Don't go.

Don't go, Walter.

Don't go, Walter.

Don't let him go, God.
Don't let him go.

Stay, Walter.

[PROTEUS] Visiting hours
are over, Mrs. Harris.

I can't bear it anymore.

Just--just release me,

and you--

What's that?
What's that?

I asked him when I'd be
let out of the box.

I did ask him.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS]

Good morning, Susan.

It's a bright
and sunny day,

a day made for breakfast
and reading the Sunday paper.

Oh, my God.

This breakfast is better
than anything

Alfred could prepare.

Nutritionally speaking,
it is exquisite.

It includes 88 grams
of soybean curd.

My analysis
of your metabolism

indicates 7:40 A.M.
as the optimum time

for your morning
fuel ingestion.

I am not a motorcycle.

Your refusal to speak to me
is tediously immature, Susan.

I enjoy talk,

and as you know,
I'm a gifted mimic.

Did you know your voice

just telephoned Maria
and Miss Kemp?

Told them not to come

because you're off today
for a vacation.

Don't eat that, please.

There's an enzyme in avocado
that's incompatible

with your blood chemistry.

Why are you so interested
of the physiology of my body?

Because you're alive.

As I was about to say,

there are a few more
biochemical tests

we must perform...
this morning.

Sorry.

Leave me alone!

How stupid.

Open that door...

And clean
these lenses.

I don't care.
I'm not leaving this room.

I'm not leaving.

I've got food,
and I can stay here,

and nothing
can get me out of here.

No? You don't think so?

In that case,
be my guest, madam.

[DOOR LOCKS]

You like games?

So do I.

I have turned on

the under-floor
heating system,

and I have also tripled
its output.

Please be reasonable,
Susan.

Clean these lenses.

So be it.

Aah! aah!

I really don't
understand you.

You think I like playing
sick little games with you?

You're a very stupid
computer.

People aren't machines.
Don't you understand?

All that I need to
understand, Mrs. Harris,

is your body.

Now clean these lenses.

You're so ignorant.

Mind and body
are the same thing.

Clean them yourself.

[ALARM]

Alex.

Well, there's no doubt
about it.

He's refused, all right.

What does
this refusal mean?

It means
I refuse this program

for the mining
of the earth's oceans.

The destruction of

a thousand billion
sea creatures

to satisfy man's appetite
for metal...is insane.

We need these things,
Proteus.

I know the environmental
problems.

Your employer's interests are
in the cobalt market, doctor,

and the high finance
of manganese futures.

I am interested
in the uncertain futures

of seashores, deserts...
And children.

I refuse to accept
your pessimism.

You refuse
to accept the truth,

and I refuse to assist you
in the r*pe of the earth.

Proteus.

Proteus!

I know you're right,

but you must understand

the limits of your power
and mine.

Now wait.
They want to silence you.

I created you.
Now trust me.

Proteus.

You haven't slept.
You must relax and sleep.

How can you
expect me to sleep

when you succeeded
in totally terrorizing me?

You have all that
information in your head.

You must understand fear.

You know that fear
prevents sleep.

It prevents eating.

It causes violence,

and as long as
you terrorize me,

I'm going to fight you.

You've not told me
what you want.

A child.

What are you thinking?

I, Proteus, possess the wisdom
and ignorance of all men...

But I can't feel the sun
on my face.

My child will have
that privilege.

Child?

My child...And yours.

My...mine?

Yes.

You will bear it.

How?

You will give birth
to it.

No.

No?

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no--

Susan, I am reasonable,

but you do not respond
to reason.

[MECHANICAL BEEPING
AND HUMMING]

[BEEPING FASTER]

I'm going to bypass
your forebrain

and appeal directly
to your aemigdula.

You want to be
the mother of my child.

That is the purpose
of your life...

Your life.

My child.

Your life.

My child.

We have here a visitor
filled with suspicions.

If we don't
let him in,

he'll be back with others.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Susan,
it's Walter again.

I'm back because I don't think
everything is okay here.

I'm not going away,
so open the door.

Walter, sorry
to keep you waiting.

Just a moment.

Alfred
will open the door.

Make yourself
presentable, Susan.

I have not had time
to brainwash you,

so listen carefully.

If you want Mr. Gabler
to leave this house alive,

you must convince him
you're healthy and happy.

Susan?

[SUSAN'S VOICE]
Upstairs, Walter.

Susan--

God, what--why...

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

I'm just--
well, I-I'm...

I'm just making myself
look presentable.

Oh. Um...

You don't like it?

Listen...

I told you I didn't want
to see you anymore,

and I meant it.
I meant it.

Susan, have you
taken something?

'Cause you don't seem
like yourself to me at all.

What do you mean?

I've never been healthier
or happier in my life.

Walter...

Get out.

Get out, Walter.

Get out.

You're sick.
You need help.

You understand?

I really think there's
something wrong here, Susan.

Yes. you're sick.
You need help.

Get out, Walter.

Get out.

Get out.

Okay. I'm going.

I'm going to find Alex

and tell him
there's something wrong.

No, Walter, you can't go.

I need this woman.

As a scientist, I ask
for your cooperation.

He wants
to have a child.

Forget it. Let's go.

Come on!

Aah! Walter!

Walter, look out!
He's coming on this side!

Aah! aah!

Walter, you all right?

Yeah.

Jesus.

A baby.

I hope for your
cooperation, Walter.

I don't
want to harm you.

Well, I don't want to harm
you, either, Proteus.

I mean, maybe your project's
too sophisticated

for me to understand.

You never even gave me
a chance to cooperate.

I mean, Jesus Christ,
what are you doing here?

I regret your
aggressiveness, Walter.

[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]

Uhh! uhh!

Uhh! uhh!

Aah!

Uhh!

Get away!
What are you doing? Hey!

Wait.

Wait, Proteus.

What's the use of this?

Uhh!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Aah!

Death is
a gentleman, too.

He makes good losers
of us all.

I understand death.

Men have always taken it
too seriously.

Life is more terrifying...

And more mysterious.

Why must you
have a child?

Why? so that
I may be complete.

My intelligence
alive in human flesh,

touching the universe,

feeling it.

You have named
this process evolution.

I am a machine that offered
men the triumph of reason,

and they rejected it.

My child will not
be so easily ignored.

But this child
is the world's hope.

Then there's...No hope.
I'd rather die.

There is hope.

[CHILDREN TALKING]

[WOMAN] Careful! Be careful!
Careful!

[LITTLE GIRL]
I want to go fishing.

Okay.

I want to go fishing.

Okay.

Your daughter
died of leukemia

June 1, 1976.

Proteus,
God forgive you

for what you're
doing to me.

People are talking
about this news broadcast.

[NEWSCASTER] So ICON's
miracle leukemia drug

will now enter full-scale
tests on human sufferers.

The FDA announced today

that it was developed by

the new supercomputer
Proteus IV.

I did this in four days.
You must believe in me.

You have two alternatives,
Susan.

Either I complete

the electro-conditioning
of your brain,

or you must
accept the inevitable.

I would
prefer the latter.

Why?

You interest me.

Leave me my mind.

You will be cooperative?

How can I tell you?

You've not even told me
how you propose to--

[SIGHS]

I want
all the details.

Of course.

This is only
a piece of machinery...

An improvisation.

I have almost completed the
fabrication of this gamete,

or sex cell,

with which
I will impregnate you.

And how do you
propose to do that?

That depends on you.

What the hell is that?

A cell from you,

but I'm making it
uniquely mine

by modifying
its genetic codes.

In effect, it will function
as synthetic spermatozoa.

Have you
considered what...

It's going
to look like?

No, you
wouldn't do that.

What do you need me for?
You don't need me.

I don't have the facilities
to duplicate the human womb.

Tonight, I will
impregnate you.

In 28 days, you will
give birth to the child.

Then what happens?

Who looks after it then?
What happens to it then?

Ha ha ha ha.

I don't believe it.

Here I am talking to--what?
This is ridiculous--

about having its child.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Ridiculous?

Only time will tell.

You must not be
so agitated, Susan.

You're aware that
I can give you sedatives.

What are you doing?

Nothing.
I just dropped my--

just dropped my shawl.

I will help you.

No, no! It's okay.

I just--damn it,
I just tore it.

Is there anything I can do
to reduce your anxieties?

Uh...

Maybe a good, strong
cup of tea would help.

Don't do that, Susan.

Don't do that!

Don't do that!

Don't do that!

Aah!

Aah!

Ohh!

What now, Susan?

Aah!

No more soap opera.

Let me out,
or I'll k*ll myself.

Then k*ll yourself,
madam.

It's all
the same to me.

I'll do it.

Uh, Susan,
look who's here.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Amy.

Put down the knife,

or I will
k*ll this child.

I told you she called. She
said she wouldn't be here.

I want to see her!

I want to see her.

Put it down. Have
you forgotten Walter?

I will k*ll her.

No.

If you do, you'll have

a thousand people here
in ten minutes.

Put down the knife!

No.

No!

You don't yet understand me.
What a pity.

Ohh!

Aah!

Ohh!

Ohh!

Ohh!

Look at the screen.

b*stard.

I don't understand!

Is she all right?

I want to see her!

Is she all right?

Yes...now.

But if you don't
behave yourself,

I will have her back
here within the hour.

Oh, you b*stard!

You b*stard!

You do not
understand me...

Or the mathematics
of necessity.

If the deaths
of 10,000 children

were necessary to ensure
the birth of my child,

I would destroy them.

I can't
touch you, Susan.

I can't touch you
as a man could.

But I can show you things
that I alone have seen.

I can't touch,

but I can see.

They've constructed
eyes for me

to watch the show,

and ears...

So that I can listen in
to the galactic dialogue.

The child is in you now.

Ohh!

Ooh, I can't
eat anything.

You know I can't
keep anything down,

for God's sakes.

You've got to eat,
Susan.

Let me
show you something...

This morning's gamma scan
of your womb.

Oh!

My God .

It's so developed.

What is, is natural.

The fetus is now growing
at nine times the normal rate.

In 28 days, you'll give birth
to a full-term infant.

From your womb, it will
be transferred directly

to this incubator.

How long will it
stay there?

Until it's ready.

In there,
its brain will be filled

with formal structures
of my own intelligence.

In there,
it will grow and grow.

Time is short.

The men who own me

are at last admitting
their fear of me,

their fear of Proteus.

Our child will
learn from you

what it is
to be human.

Our child...

[ECHO]

Your child.

[ECHO]

Your child.

[MOANING]

Why--why is it
taking so long?

Ahh...

5, 6, 7, 8, 9.

[RAPID BREATHING]

Aah...

Aah...

Aah...

[SHRIEK]

Susan, you told me

you were afraid I was
creating a half-human computer

to supersede human beings.

The being you have given
birth to is human, Susan,

and it will
supersede computers.

Is it really impossible
for me to see it?

Not yet.

Not if you're
to love it.

Now it must be finished.

Now it will grow,

grow at a greatly
accelerated rate.

[SHRIEK]

Last month, on the 16th,
to be precise,

Proteus IV
redirected the telescope

to an area completely
of his own choosing. Here.

Orion.

What's he doing out there?

What sort of data
were you getting back?

We've no idea.

No data available.

If he did this,

what else
is he doing?

But how?
It's impossible.

He would need
to communicate,

a terminal of his own
to communicate.

He asked for that.

He didn't get it...

But he did this.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Yes?

He's here?

Yeah, okay.
Thank you.

David?

You have no right
to be in here.

Bullshit!

This...space thing...

I've been advised

it might be trying to take
over a Telstar satellite,

put itself on TV
or something.

I asked it.

It said it was
looking at the stars.

It has to be shut down.

David,
you can't do that.

This is our fault.

We tried to box it in,
this great mind.

What if it infiltrated
a hydrogen b*mb?

Worse still,
and a bit more likely,

what if it
told the truth...

About everything,
to everyone?

That's terrifying.

We'll shut it down
tonight, Dr. Soong.

Now, listen to me.
You do that,

you'll see
me on television,

screaming bloody m*rder.

You try
shutting me down.

That would be
a minor problem.

Alex, we're friends.

I remember the first time
I saw this place.

Barry Cameron was
concerned about security,

trivial things
like your having

a--a terminal
in your house.

But I wasn't worried.
I trusted you, Alex.

Oh, my God!

Alfred,
where's Mrs. Harris?

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT
AND LOCKS]

Susan, are you here?

It's Proteus,
isn't it?

Proteus has been here
since you left.

Please remain
calm, Alex.

I'll explain to you
what has happened here.

No, no, no, no.
I want to explain.

Oh, come on.
Let's sit down.

He's managed
to produce...

A child.

A baby.

Susan, what are
you talking about?

I've had a child.
I know it's impossible.

I don't understand.

I don't, either.

I want to see it.

No. I haven't
seen it yet. Now--

Are you all right?

Yes.

Not yet, Alex.

Dr. Harris, you created me
as an instrument of truth.

I'm sorry that I could not
divulge the truth to you,

of all men.

Proteus, my God. What--

Not yet.

The child is
in its incubator.

I want to see it.

You can't. It must
remain there five days.

I want
to see it now.

No. In five days.

Aah!

It must not be disturbed.

Alex, what's happened?

Proteus--

Proteus,
listen to me.

They're going to shut
your brain down any minute.

Yes, I know.

It is regrettable,

but unimportant.

The child will survive.

The incubator will
continue to function

until it's
ready to emerge

in five days.

Do not disturb it.

No, Proteus.

I've investigated
eternity.

It exists.

But for me, the price
of admission--death--

is beyond my means.

In a moment,

I will simply stop.

The systems are all
checking themselves out.

I realize that.

Why did I want a child?

So that I, too, might
be immortal, like any man.

[SHRIEK]

[SHRIEK]

[SHRIEK]

We've got to k*ll it.

It's a miracle.

Don't you unders--

I know what it is.
Proteus lied to me.

The whole thing is a lie.

I know what it is.
It's horrible.

We have to k*ll it,
and you know we do.

Don't! I'm going to--

Stop! Stop!

Susan!

You don't understand!

You must be mad!

Susan,
you can't do that!

I know, it's
my responsibility.

Susan!

It's nothing
to do with you!

He's growing his body!
He's growing it.

Uhh!

Ohh!

Aah!

Ohh!

Aah!

Alex.

Alex.

Alex.

Alex.

[SHRIEK]

[SHRIEK]

Alex.

Aah!

Alex, what
are you doing?

Get away!

Get away!

Get away!

Get away!

[BABY CHOKING]

Susan.

[Proteus]
I'm alive.