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[Narrator] Our story, so far--

Cut the magnetic power.

[electric sparks]

The weather control machine
is far too massive to steal

without very special arrangements.

[Baron] Robots?

[Dr. Franklin] The perfect women,

and as beautiful or as deadly
as I choose to make them.

[dramatic music]

They're really remarkable.

[gasp]

Good morning, Ms. Callahan.

Good morning, Mr. Goldman.

Make immediate arrangements
to kidnap Oscar Goldman.

Who are you?

And where is Oscar Goldman?

She's dangerous. Capture her.

[intense music]

It looks like she's beginning
to reject her bionics.

You recall that the weather
control machine

was my basic concept.

I'm gonna get control
of the working model of that machine.

And you're going to help me.

So, your Colonel Austin
has discovered where we are.

Steve!

Oscar.

- Where are the rest?
- I'm it.

[Oscar] This is Oscar Goldman.

I want the components
of the weather machine flown

to Saint Emil Island
in the Caribbean immediately.

Rudy, they are robots.

Oscar. It's Rudy.

I'm in Jaime's room,
and we have a problem.

What is it, Rudy?

[Rudy] Well, I know it's ridiculous, but

she just woke up screaming that
she had proof that you

were one of Franklin's robots.

Hanson!
That's not Oscar Goldman.

[inaudible]

Those have to be 50 mile an hour winds.

[Dr. Franklin] Very good, my dear.

Would you like to see them
increased to a force powerful enough

to destroy this building?

The city?

I can do it, you know.

But this is only a warning.

[Narrator] And now,
the conclusion of "Kill Oscar"

on "The Bionic Woman."

[theme music]

The Rhodesian prime minister
has declined to comment

on the Angolan charges other than
to brand them as gross exaggerations.

On the national scene,

weather is running a close second
to politics today.

A series of unseasonable storms
began striking

the Southeast shortly before dawn.

While there have been no reports
of extensive damage thus far,

rain and severe wind
conditions cover an arch

from Louisiana to North Carolina.

The National Weather Service
has offered no explanation

beyond admitting they don't know
what is causing

the unusual low-pressure
area responsible for the storms.

We've tried to contact Oscar Goldman,

the director
of the Office of Scientific Intelligence,

for his comments.

We've been informed that Mr. Goldman
is unavailable at the moment.

Well, it begins.

Wonder what Franklin's got for an encore?

Steve, you have a meeting
at the Pentagon.

Jaime, get back in bed.

I feel fine.

No, you let me be the judge of that.

All your tests aren't in yet.

But Rudy, I don't have time
to be sick anymore.

I really don't.

My bionics are fine.
What do you want, proof?

Okay, I will give you proof.

Here is proof right here.

This trick's a little easier
with a tennis ball, but--

[crunching]

Well, you're in trouble now, Jaime.

That's destroying hospital property.

That's a felony if they
want to press charges.

Oh, dear. You will wait for me,
won't you, until I get out?

Sure.

Okay.
So what? Am I cured or what?

Okay, okay.

Your arm may be all right, but--

That's right, Rudy, her arm is okay.

But you're right.
We have to check and see how her legs are

see if they're strong enough.

Why don't you kick in
the bathroom door, Jaime?

Good idea!

I wonder why I didn't think of that.

- Okay, okay.
- No?

- I'll take your prognosis.
- Thank you.

But what's happening
at the Pentagon?

They're gearing up for full-scale combat.

Against Franklin and the weather machine.

[sirens]

[Man 1 ] All air group personnel,

report to your squadron operations
immediately.

All air group personnel,

report to your squadron operations
immediately.

Now, hear this.

Now, hear this.

This is not a drill.

General quarters, general quarters.

All hands, man your battle stations.

I say again, all hands man
your battle stations.

[klaxon sounding]

So far, gentlemen,
this is the area the storm has covered

from Galveston
up through northern Virginia.

What exactly seems to be happening,
Mr. Hanson?

Can Franklin pinpoint his targets?

There's no evidence that he can aim
the machine with any amount of accuracy.

But he can disrupt normal air patterns

and create instability in broad areas.

Now, this is his present base
of operation

Saint Emil island.

It's 90 miles south and east of Jamaica.

We've triangulated this position
from the satellite

he's using to laser bounce
the electromagnetic waves of the system.

Now, ever since he's put
this machine into operation,

he's caused a pebble in a pond effect

storms rotating around the island,
moving outwardly,

and with a great effect
on the upper atmosphere.

Now, the winds created
have carried large masses

of warm tropical air
into the southern interior of the US.

And wherever they have collided
with the normal, colder patterns,

the storm fronts have resulted.

Has he made any specific demands
on us yet?

Only one--

That we acquiesce and admit
that he's superior to us.

When we do that,
he says he'll tell us what he wants.

Unconditional surrender.

[laugh], that's ridiculous.

I think everyone at this
table understands that.

But we can't lose face of the fact
that sitting on this little island,

he's virtually laying siege to us.

And so far, we haven't been able
to come up with any sure way

of hitting back at him.

Why don't we just launch
a few of our missiles

and shoot his satellites down?

Or put a warhead in his lap?

Dr. Wells of the OSI said the ion exchange

caused by the weather machine

could seriously disorient
the internal guidance systems.

If that's so, the missiles
could possibly drop in populated areas.

As long as we're considering
humanity,

Oscar Goldman is a dear and old friend.

Is any consideration being given
to the fact that he's still a hostage?

No.

Goldman established if he were captured,
he was to be killed.

All right, Mr. Hanson.

How do you see our present alternatives?

Limited.

But in order of preference,
plan one-

an immediate coordinated attack
against Saint Emil island

using tactical bombers and the 7th Fleet.

The necessary units
are all on standby alert.

Plan two.

Negotiate with Franklin while
seeking scientific countermeasures

to the weather control system.

This presupposes that he'll give
us the time that we need.

Plan three.

Take everything he can throw at us
until we can destroy the satellites.

[Man 2] Dr. Wells has arrived, Mr. Hanson.

Hello, Rudy.

Steve.

Admiral, it's good to see you, sir.

May I present Ms. Jaime Sommers?

- [Jaime] How do you do, Admiral?
- [Admiral] Ms. Sommers.

Oh.

Mr. Hanson, does the young
lady have clearance

to be in this room?

Ms. Sommers is a security six OSI agent.

Colonel Austin and I can
personally vouch for her.

That sounds like enough
clearance to me.

Dr. Wells worked with Franklin at the OSI.

I've asked him to give us
a psychological profile on him.

Well, gentlemen,
the Franklin that I knew

was a deeply frustrated man.

His theories were not well received,

so he had a deep need
to prove himself right.

And I think that's what
he's trying to do now--

Prove himself right,
only on a larger scale.

Now, he's put himself
out on a limb.

And to protect himself,
he has to make us surrender,

because he knows
we'll try to destroy his base.

What would he need to feel safe?

Who knows? Maybe enough materials
to build several thousand more robots.

Obviously, he's not going to be
safe off the island,

so he has to build a life
and a kingdom there.

With lifelong rights
for endless demands, eh?

No. No, sir.

No, thank you.

Doctor, we've just received
some high-resolution satellite pictures

of Saint Emil Island.

Would you, uh, care to comment on them?

It's ingenious.

He's built these cloud patterns
into a defensive low-pressure zone

around the island.

By keeping that zone stationary,

the island is virtually centered
in the eye of a hurricane

and invulnerable to attack.

With, uh, all respect, Doctor,

we don't only fight on sunny summer days.

Our attack units are designed
for all weather capability.

I know that.

But Franklin's helped by the ideal
conditions in the hurricane belt.

He can maintain this zone
and still have maximum power

reserves available to bring devastation
down on us,

the likes of which we can only imagine.

So how much weather is all weather,
Admiral?

I guess we'll see, won't we?

Gentlemen, I recommend that
we proceed with plan one immediately.

Do I have your permission?

Thank you, gentlemen.

Admiral, will you issue the attack order?

Gentlemen, please let us get
Oscar off the island first.

That subject has been discussed
and closed, Ms. Sommers.

Well, then let's reopen it, Mr. Hanson.

Ms. Sommers, we really can't worry about
Goldman at this point.

We've got to stop this man, Franklin,

before his weather machine can devastate
large areas of the planet.

Get me the fleet commander.

Admiral Richter?

Come on, Jaime.
It's a lost cause.

- But--
- Come on.

[sirens blaring]

[Man 1 ] Scramble, scramble.

All air operations crews
to the flight line.

Pilots, man your planes.

Roadrunner 48, you are cleared
for immediate take off.

Proceed with pre-planned
attack profile.

Rendezvous with forward air control,
Wolf 02,

at 115 degrees

for 76 for 7-6 nautical
miles off Drake TACAN.

Report armament available to Wolf.

Mission identifier, Operation Four.

Wolf 02 will coordinate attack
of Navy and Air Force

fighter-bombers with laser

and electronic optically guided bombs,

following the first wave of B-52's,

which have estimated on-target time
of 13:18, 1-3-1-8 Zulu.

Latest intelligence confirms
pre-mission briefing.

Negative aerial opposition
and negative ground fire anticipated.

[sonar beeping]

[Katy] They're coming now,
surface and air units.

[Rawlins] Present position,
800 kilometers

on bearing 342 degrees.

Speed, mach 1.2 and closing.

So, they want to fight.

Did you imagine for one minute
that they wouldn't?

For their sake, I'm sorry they didn't.

Advance gale force 65 knots.

[Steve] So you see, we're
not giving up, Jaime.

All we need is an atomic submarine.

How do we get a sub?

Here's your answer.

Steve, Ms. Sommers,
what are you doing here?

Well, Admiral, uh, we're just,
uh, waiting for you.

Now, Jaime, in case you haven't
heard, uh, Admiral Richter here

is known as the bad boy of the Navy.

Not to my face, Colonel.

Yes, sir.

But you are known for your
unorthodox approach, right?

And, uh, you've never been
afraid of trying new methods.

Get to the point.

W--we are, sir,
without sounding ridiculous.

You see, we don't think that the

fleet has a chance of reaching
Saint Emil.

But Jaime and I could, if, uh,

if you would just lend us an atomic sub.

You're right.
You sound ridiculous.

You think we can order
an attack sub like a taxi?

Hey, cabby, take me to the West Indies.

Admiral, uh, your reputation says

that you have never been afraid to buck
the establishment for a good plan.

Now, I think our plan is very good.

And I wish you'd listen to it.

I think I've already heard enough.

You're both wrong on
several counts.

In the first place,
I don't buck the establishment.

I am the establishment.

I've had differences of opinion
with my colleagues on methods,

but I respect their
professional competence.

If they say the attack units
can get through,

I'll go along with them.

Do you believe them?

Look, I'd like to save
Oscar as much as you would,

maybe more.

He was my executive officer
for intelligence

until he left the Navy.

We sat in this room together
for four days and nights

straight during the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Then we went out and got drunk
together when it was over.

But if a strike unit of the US Navy
can't destroy Franklin's base,

what can you
and this pretty young lady

possibly hope to accomplish?

Show him your stuff.

Well, he's got to know.

Solid brass, Admiral?

Yes.

[crunching]

It's called bionics.

[Admiral] Bionics, of course.

Rudy and I discussed the
possibility several years ago.

But I didn't know there were
any working models.

The legs, too?

- And an eye?
- I got an ear.

Get me the commanding officer
of the attack sub Stingray

at San Juan Naval Station.

[Man 1 ] Now, hear this. Now, hear this.

All hands rig for heavy weather stations.

[Katy] The task force is still advancing,
Dr. Franklin.

Advance the set to 75 knots.

Franklin, the machine is unstable.

No telling what it'll do at that setting.

True, but I know what the task force
will do if I don't stop them.

[Man] Wolf Leader, this is Roadrunner 01.

We're over the weather,
but Franklin's ion discriminator

is fouling our radar.

There's no way we can get through.

Over.

[Man 2] Roger, Roadrunner 01.

Return to base.

Very well. I don't want any losses
for no purpose.

Signal operations suspended
and order all units back to calmer waters.

I see. No, no.

Hold a second wave of fighters
until further orders.

That puts us back to where
we started, to square one.

Not quite.

I've hedged our bet.

An unusual invasion force
is headed for Saint Emil island

aboard the Stingray at this moment.

You dispatched a nuclear submarine
without coordinating it with us?

Couldn't hurt.

[interposing voices]

Now, you'd better explain
what you're up to.

I don't like you taking matters
into your own hands, Richter.

[dramatic music]

[Man 3] Present reading is 50 degrees,

20 minutes north, 68 degrees,
seven minutes west, Commander.

Very well.

Our present position is 500 miles
northeast of Saint Emil, Colonel.

Our best speed will put
you on the island

by 10:00 hours tomorrow.

- That's great.
- Great.

[Man 3] Heavy weather
dead ahead, Commander.

Clear the decks. Dive.

[siren blaring]

Their units have withdrawn.

Reduce the gale set to 50 knots.

Well, Oscar?

Aren't you going to tell me
I can't get away with it?

What do you want, Franklin?

I'm not sure now.

What should one want when
one can have anything?

I admit, I'm enjoying
the moment immensely.

All the people who said
I was wrong

have been forced to watch me proved right.

I've repelled the US Navy and Air Force.

I've made fools of the OSI,

achievements no one has ever
accomplished before.

It's heady stuff, Oscar.

I might even say delicious.

Get him out of here.

[Man 3] We're 10 miles
from Saint Emil, Commander.

Surface conditions remain
at heavy gale.

[Commander] Very well,
maintain present course and speed.

Now, this is our most recent navigational
chart of the island.

This dam was built while there
were still sugar cane plantations

on the island.

The soil gave out several years ago,

and they were abandoned.

Where do you think Franklin
would have put his, uh, headquarters?

Here, I'd imagine in the valley
below the dam.

It's the most protected.

We should land on the other side,
cross the mountains about here,

infiltrate down past the lake, and, uh--

And see what happens.

Yeah, something like that.

Anyway, memorize this
in case we get separated.

If we do, you head for the dam
above his complex.

We'll meet there if we can make it.

What's the present weather conditions?

This is our most recent transmission.

The eye of the hurricane is holding right
over Saint Emil.

Oh, nice.

Sunny summer skies for him,
50 miles an hour offshore winds for us.

Well, some guys just don't
like to share, that's all.

We'll put you ashore in a raft

as soon as we hit the calmer waters
around the island.

[Man 3] Island coming up fast, Commander.

Present reading, 210
fathoms, 200, 190.

Forward-looking sonar shows
a reef rising ahead.

As you can see,
he's got natural submarine net there.

We can go over it,
but it'll put us up in the weather.

Rise to periscope depth,
reduce speed to two thirds,

diving planes of angle 10,
clear ballast tanks of positive buoyancy.

[Man 3] Aye, aye, sir.

Depth to keel, 160, 150.

Oh!

You have a strong right arm.

[Man 3] Very heavy surface turbulence,
Commander.

It's worse than I thought.

Take her down, 200 feet,
all engines stop.

[Man 3] Aye, aye, sir.

That's it.
The mission'll have to be scrubbed.

- We can't launch a raft in this.
- No, wait a minute.

I've bailed out of a sub
the hard way before.

You got a scuba suit aboard?

Two suits. Two suits.

Now, wait a minute, Jaime.

You're not going out
of a torpedo tube.

Now, you felt the sub.
It'll be rough out there.

Y--you never promised
me a rose garden.

[Steve] Forget it.

Commander, can an Air Force officer

aboard a Navy submarine

give orders to a civilian
who isn't listening to him anyway?

[Commander]
Leave me out of this, you two.

We've got two suits up
in the forward torpedo room.

You decide what happens.

Two suits.

[sigh]

[Steve] I just wish you
were staying aboard.

Hey, how dangerous can this be, really?

On a scale of one to 10, about a 12.

We got good news.
The prevailing current is toward the land.

Well, then don't fight it.

Just ride it in.

Okay?

Open them up.

[screeching]

Ladies first.

[Jaime] Okay. Here we go.

- [Jaime speaks indistinctly]
- [Steve] Mm-hm.

[Jaime]
Does the tube fill up with water fast?

[Steve]
Yeah, it'll be dark and a little scary.

[Jaime] Good. Good.

[sighs]

See you ashore.

Get your masks and breathing gear
into place as soon as we close you in.

You'll have 10 seconds before
the tubes flood.

Open the outer doors.

Tubes ready for release, sir.

Flood number one.

Flood number two.

Can they make it, sir?

They've got very special qualities.

If anybody can survive out there,
they've got the best chance.

[wind howling]

[gale blowing]

Steve!

Steve?

Steve?

Steve!

Steve!

Steve!

Steve!

Oh, come on.
If I made it, you can.

Steve!

[helicopter rotor]

[dramatic music]

[Katy] Dr. Franklin,
we've got an intruder in sector three.

What?
That's impossible.

[Katy] Come look. It's a woman.

Jaime Sommers.

Follow her.

And get Oscar Goldman in here.

[Dr. Franklin] We've lost her,
temporarily.

You two, join the hunt.

She won't get far.

Well, Oscar, your bionic woman
is on the island.

Turn on the helicopter speaker.

[Dr. Franklin] Ms. Sommers.

Ms. Sommers, I know you're
down there somewhere.

This is Dr. Franklin.

You know I have Oscar Goldman
as my hostage.

Give yourself up immediately,
or I'll kill him.

I'm not bluffing. Here he is.

Listen to him.

Make your own personal appeal.

Jaime, you know my orders
concerning capture.

Carry them out.

Very noble, but I don't believe
they'll do that.

The strike force obviously
would have killed me

me if they'd gotten through.

So will Jaime Sommers
and Steve Austin.

But they're your friends.

I saw that.

The girl was particularly
concerned for you.

They have their orders, Franklin.

My orders.

Besides, whether you decide
to kill me or not, Franklin,

they won't stop till they get to you.

You may be right, Oscar.

Killing you serves no purpose.

I'll just have to make sure
they don't reach here alive,

won't I?

[Steve] In case we get separated,
head for the dam above his complex.

We'll meet there if we can make it.

[helicopter whirring]

[Dr. Franklin] There she is.

She's made considerable progress.

Don't hurt her.

She was not invited.

She'll have to pay the price of admission.

Recalibrate the ion discriminator
to the factor of plus four.

Won't that bring the hurricane
winds onto the island?

[Dr. Franklin] Yes, it may.

But we've got to slow
her down until our fembots can get to her.

I told you I'd find a way to stop her.

And I will.

[gale blowing]

[tree creaking]

[Dr. Franklin] Lost her again.

But we know she's in the area.

fembot Number Six,
proceed to the forest area,

capture the girl, and bring her here.

[wind howling]

If she tries to resist, kill her.

[phone ringing]

Gentlemen, may I have
your attention up at the screen, please?

We just received a new picture
from the weather satellite

that shows a strange development.

Notice how the storm is advancing inland.

Now, we don't know whether
Franklin is doing that himself

for some reason, or

if it's the instability
of the weather machine

that Dr. Wells told us about.

What do you make of it, Rudy?

I can think of two good reasons

why Franklin would bring the storm
to the island.

Jaime and Steve.

Now, he could be fighting
one of them or both of them with it.

Admiral Richter, what's the report
on Austin and Sommers?

They were launched form the Stingray
under very adverse conditions.

I suggest we relaunch our strike force.

If Franklin is diverting power,
then it's possible

our attack units might get through.

Until Franklin increases the intensity
of the storm,

and then we're right back
where we started.

Right.

I think it very possible that
Colonel Austin and Ms. Sommers

made their way safely to the island.

And what we're seeing on the map
is Franklin's close-range

attempt to stop them.

You're asking us to rely on
two people

rather than the combined strength
of our forces?

General, these are two
very special people.

Doctor, our first regard must
be for getting the battle won.

That's right.

Conditions for a new attack
are better now for our operations

and safer for our men
than they were yesterday.

And we must take immediate
advantage of this.

Jerry, I understand your problem.

But if Ms. Sommers and Austin
manage to fight their way ashore,

they deserve their chance.

What do you think, Hanson?

If they're alive and fighting that,

I hate to think that their own bombers
will suddenly be clobbering them.

[gale blowing]

[Katy] Still no sight of her.

[Dr. Franklin] Three and Five,
recheck the beach perimeter.

Number Six, continue searching the forest.

Dr. Franklin,
negative reception on fembot Six.

The transmission faded.

Did you see Sommers before it happened?

No, it just stopped sending.

Number Five is functioning properly.

[Dr. Franklin] Number Three is
transmitting all right.

[wind howling]

[Katy] Who's that?

[Dr. Franklin] Another intruder,

probably Ms. Sommers' male counterpart,
Steve Austin.

Go help capture.

Helicopter, Colonel Austin has
been sighted in sector two.

Proceed there immediately.

[dramatic music]

[gale blowing]

[Dr. Franklin] We know you're there,
Colonel Austin.

Steve?

[Dr. Franklin] You may as well give up.

I let you win the last fight with them,
but that's not in my plans this time.

Keep after him!

Okay, baby, you're first.

There's number six.

Must have been a transmission problem.

Steve, it's me.

Jaime.

Listen, better make this look good.

I'm gonna give you a kick.

There's something strange about her.

Isolate fembot Six.

That's Jaime Sommers.
Get them!

Number Five, help capture them.

[Dr. Franklin] Number
Three, disable the helicopter.

Let's get out of here, Jaime.
This bird won't fly.

Don't let them escape.

Get up! Get up!

Follow them, quickly!

Keep them in sight.

Keep after him.

Don't let him get away.

We've got to slow them down
till the fembots can catch up with them.

Bring the storm in closer.

Raise the gale level to 80 knots.

No.

We don't know what will happen.

We've got to slow them down.

[Steve] Come on, Jaime.
Now, I can move faster.

It must be Steve and Ms. Sommers.

I almost wish it wasn't.

Now, they have to take on
the full force of a hurricane.

[thunder]

[wind howling]

[Dr. Franklin] Colonel Austin
and Ms. Sommers

are quite extraordinary.

But they're no match for the forces
of nature.

The dam above our complex
is filling too fast.

Water level rising at 3.1 meters per hour,

4.7 meters per hour.

Open the floodgates.

Water level still rising.

The gates can't control the runoff.

We've got to slow them down.

No. It's too dangerous
to set it higher.

Please, Doctor,
the system's unstable now.

That's our asset.

The overload will build
the electric storm.

Their bionic limbs will
draw it to them

like lightning rods.

Get out of my way!

[beeping]

The dam's on the other
side of that hill.

[Jaime] Steve!

[Steve] Come on, Jaime.
They're right behind us.

[wind howling]

[Dr. Franklin] There they are.
Go after them!

[thunder]

Faster.

Faster.

[thunder]

Faster. Catch them.

[wind howling]

[thunder echoing]

Thunder terrifies me.

The time for terror is when
the thunder stops, Callahan.

Franklin won't stop this thunder
until he's sure that

Steve and Jaime are dead.

[Steve] We've got to get across
the dam to Franklin's complex.

The lightning might get us.

Our bionics attract it.

Well, the faster we get past it,
the better.

Let's go.

Stop the lightning before
the fembots get to the dam.

It'll strike them.

We can't.
The storm's out of control.

[dramatic music]

[Rawlins] The lightning's
almost hitting them.

But it's getting closer
to the fembots, too.

[Dr. Franklin] No!

Number One, Katy,
get off the dam.

[thunder]

No!

[Rawlins] Dr. Franklin,
the lightning has weakened the dam.

The dam's breaking up.

What are you going to do with us,
Franklin?

You don't matter to me now, Oscar.

You're free to go.

This complex is about
to be destroyed.

Come with us.

I don't think so.

The least I can do is to
match your example.

Hurry, please.

- Where's Dr. Franklin?
- Back there.

Get out, fast, to higher ground.

- Doctor--
- Ms. Sommers.

Apparently, Rudy Wells was right.

His bionic unit's more effective
than my robots.

Or to put it more simply,
humans are superior to machines.

[Jaime] Doctor--

Doctor, would you come with me, please?

Oh, I don't think so.

I'm not being heroic
in any Wagnerian sense.

But I'd rather have it like that.

Anything else will be an anti-climax.

I think you'd better go rather quickly.

You are coming with me.

Doctor, would you like me to carry you?

Good Lord, you wouldn't do that!

I certainly would.
And you know that I can.

Okay.

Leave me my dignity, please!

It's up to you, Doctor.

Ms. Sommers, you're a very
determined young woman...

- Yes.
- with a mind of her own.

I always said that was
a defect in a woman.

Let's go.

Come on, Doctor. Please hurry.

[intense music]

[foghorn blowing]

They'll send a boat to take us home.

Are you still sorry that I,
uh, had you come with us?

I must admit, Doctor, uh,
you have done some

pretty amazing things.

Perhaps, but I'm not
feeling particularly

optimistic at the moment.

I'm beginning to think
the biggest thing in nature is man's ego

his claim to omnipotence.

The smallest thing is his real power
to control events,

his own destiny in particular.

Let's go home.

I don't know.

Sometimes it seems the things
that aren't really controllable

are the best things of all.

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