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Out of the fire of earth attraction. Beyond the limits of the world. Where

and machine and spirit unite.

Born by the power of lightning.

Into the 21st century.

It is the end of the beginning. It is the time of super force.

Well, our time is nearly up.

I want to take a second to say that, though I see a number of you have

out since our first meeting, I'm gratified to see that so many of you

returned.

This is why I enjoy teaching this introductory course to non -majors. I

meet such a variety of students, from the hard sciences to the theater arts.

For some of you, this is just a breadth requirement.

But others of you may be inspired to seriously pursue through the study of

mind.

Some of you may become therapists, researchers, or maybe just mental

That's all for today.

By our next meeting, make sure that all of you have read Chapter 1 in our text,

Thinking About Thinking.

Thank you.

Miss Wexler, would you stay a moment and speak with me?

I've been going over your psychological profile that you filled out at our first

meeting. Did I fail?

No, dear, it's not a test. It's a profile.

I use it to better understand the students I teach.

So I pass.

You could say that, yes.

I'd like to offer you an opportunity to help me in my research lab. I can offer

you $50 a night.

Fifty dollars?

Wow.

Oh, but I don't know about working at night.

All you have to do is sleep.

Doctor, I'm a little nervous about this. Now relax.

Now, you're going to be living here for a while, and as you sleep, we'll monitor

your dream waves, and by comparing yours to the dream waves of the mentally ill,

we'll be able to quantify and perhaps one day cure them by electronically

altering their patterns.

Right.

Fifty dollars is a lot of money, but I don't even think I could sleep in a

laboratory. Our sleep is magnetically induced.

Trust me.

You'll sleep.

Yes, Doctor.

Prepare Laurie for micro -receiver implantation.

Yes, Doctor.

Ready? Then let's begin.

Implantation in the cerebral cortex.

The lateral geniculate.

And the substantia nigra.

She's very pretty.

Yes.

Yes, I'm just beside myself.

We've been married less than a month.

We're very happy.

One afternoon, she goes out to roller skate and just doesn't come back.

She roller skates for exercise.

I don't want you to take offense to this, Mr. Phillips, but your wife is

young, and perhaps... I know what you're thinking, and it's not applicable.

Age was never an issue for Nikki and me.

She's very smart, very mature.

She views me as being more experienced.

She likes that.

She cares for me, Officer Stone.

Even my money isn't an issue with her.

Your money? I own Phillips Savings and Loan. Oh, right. I should have

the name.

I used to feel awkward about my money, but I have come to learn of late that my

wealth is an integral part of who I am.

And if someone likes me, they just have to accept my money.

It's all or nothing.

You're a man of principles.

Please help me find Nicky.

Well, you've given me all the information that I need.

I'll get right on it.

You do that, officer, and do it quickly.

The commissioner said you were the best.

You can count on me.

Well, that's safe at work.

How do you feel, Laurie?

Fine, Doctor.

Call me Callie.

Callie? Oh, that's a beautiful name.

Is that short for California?

Laurie, add two plus two.

Five.

Laurie, who's your favorite classical composer?

Toaster Oven.

Very good, Laurie.

Back to sleep.

Well, Laurie, you're a very lucky girl.

All your decisions will be made by computer now. You have no more worries.

Next, we'll re -implant Mrs. Phillips.

If you're going to go roller skating, my dear, don't fall down. It disconnects

my delicate wiring.

What?

A fly?

In here?

I've been meaning to tell you.

Hawkeye fly.

Two.

Five.

FX, what are you doing?

What? The Tomahawk smart swatter's never missed before.

It took evasive action.

What? What are you talking about?

This is no ordinary fly.

It's McGeorge.

My, uh, well, pet, if you must know.

Your pet?

Who ever heard of a fly as a pet?

But George is a designer fly, a variant of Drosophila australicus.

He was microsurgically altered by Dr. Falconer down in cyber entomology.

What? A microscopic wire antenna no longer than one of his tiny hairs

from his thoracic bulb.

I communicate with him on a frequency of 13 nanohertz.

Communicate?

Mr. H, you're talking to a fly. You've got to realize, FX, I've been

incredibly lonely.

But what could a fly possibly offer you?

Not much, but it's something.

But he's going to be dead in a couple days. Flies only live about a week.

Not McGeorge. He's going to live a very long time indeed.

Zach. Yeah?

We got a problem.

What's that?

Listen.

You hear that fly buzzing around you?

Oh, yeah, that's a McGeorge, a nanopet.

Come here, boy.

You know about it?

Yeah.

Careful, Zack.

You don't want to dislodge his antenna.

I'm sorry. I guess I'm the one who's nuts.

Well, you know.

Now, see, Mr. H, if we have to have an extra personality around the lab, I vote

for her.

She's got something in common with you, too.

You're both two -dimensional.

She's a runaway wife.

She's Nikki Phillips.

Only married to an older guy for just a short while.

Personality changed.

Then she disappeared.

Got any leads?

No. Often a girl who marries young gets cold feet and flees to find the warmth

of a former flame.

Good idea.

An ex -boyfriend.

Okay, so she just left the guy, huh? That's right.

God, that is great, man.

Why? Well, Nikki was so cool.

Yeah, I mean, she was just really cool.

I mean, the girl was a cheerleader. She could dance well.

You know, she even liked action movies, man.

Then it was like overnight. I mean, bang, everything just changed.

Like what?

Well, okay, she didn't like sports anymore, even. You know, I mean,

was a major drag.

Major. Really?

And you know what all started when she took that introductory mind course?

What's that?

Well, some B .S. class taught by this Dr.

Caesar lady.

You know, I mean, a real feminist.

If you ask me, I think she poisoned Nikki's mind, man.

Her and her friends.

Friends? You mean other girls?

Yeah. Yeah, a few of them, anyway.

I'm telling you, man, there's like a pattern here.

Okay, one day these girls are really cool, the next day they're off marrying

rich guys.

Well, that doesn't sound like feminist behavior to me.

Nikki, hi.

I was confused.

I fell and hit my head while skating, and I guess it sort of jumbled things

Don't you think that you'd better call your husband?

I just did.

Five minutes ago.

I'm on my way home now. We're going to spend a quiet little weekend together.

Kind of like a second honeymoon.

Good morning, Stone.

Oh, Merkle.

Your flower's limp.

This vest may be bulletproof, but it cannot stop the arrows of Cupid's bow.

Sounds like a real design flaw to me.

Better hope the enemy doesn't get any wind of it.

I've seen the enemy.

It is woman.

I capitulate gladly.

Oh,

you're a new girlfriend, huh, Merkle?

Well, she's making a change in you.

For the better, we'll just have to wait and see. But in the meantime, why don't

you put that weed in some water?

You see a wilted flower stone, but to me it's a trigger.

A trigger that fires memories of last night.

Your memories are growing bugs.

Well, at least I have my memories.

More than that poor sap Phillips got for his trouble.

What are you talking about?

Don't you read your reports when they come in, Stone?

Apparently he was killed yesterday in a freak gardening accident.

What about his wife?

Suspected, but absolved.

Seems the gas pedal malfunctioned under grassroots.

Hello. Hi, little moonflower.

It is the single most horrifying thing that ever happened to me in my life.

I will never forget it.

How did it happen?

The accelerator was defective.

Thinking of suing the company.

Could have disengaged the clutch.

Passed out.

And yet you say you never forget.

I see no inconsistency.

Anyway, your own departmental investigation exonerated me.

Something like this is bound to affect a person.

I think I'll continue living in the house for a while.

Having the lawn ripped up and removed, I don't care what it costs.

I wouldn't blame the law if I were you.

But that does bring up a point.

You stand to inherit a great deal of money.

Are you giving any thought to what you're going to do with it?

I'm a programming genius.

I resent the implication of your question.

Well, if you thought that I was implying that you, say, killed your husband to

get his money, I'm sorry. I was just asking.

You think I'm just some pretty bimbo?

What? A toy for men to play with?

That I wouldn't know what to do with the money?

You think men have a lock on financial and scientific acumen?

You think your brain is somehow structurally different than a woman's?

No, I was just asking. Well, it's none of your business.

I don't have to tell you anything.

Oh, Nathan.

Besides...

I don't know how much I'm getting or if I'm even in as well.

They're just plates of grass.

I know.

I don't know what she was talking about.

She must be so broken up and confused.

But I know for a fact that Nathan made it quite clear to Nicky that she would

inherit his entire estate.

Are you sure?

Nathan told me everything.

I'm not just his attorney. I'm his best... I was his best friend.

You know, everything that I'm learning casts a lot of suspicion on Nicky. Oh,

no. You're wrong, officer.

Nicky would never harm Nathan.

Never.

I know her quite well. She and my wife are best friends.

They're almost like sisters.

In fact, Nathan and I met them both on the same night at the university.

We couldn't believe our luck.

You were at the university?

Yes, we were taking a night class.

Wealth without guilt.

Not that I feel guilty about my money. I mean, why should I?

I've worked very hard for my money. It's not as if someone gave it to me.

They have a class at the university called Wealth Without Guilt?

And let me tell you something.

Just because I make ten times as much money in one week as you do in a whole

year doesn't make you a better person, my friend.

No. No. I mean, you made your money honestly. You deserve to enjoy every bit

it. But tell me about this class.

Well, there's nothing much to tell, really, except that it changed my life.

We decided to take her class after we read her book.

Who? Whose book?

Dr. California Caesar.

My program is working so well.

Too well.

I have more women than I have eligible men.

I've exhausted the possibilities of my wealth without guilt class.

I guess we could check the personals in the more prestigious magazines.

My experience has been that people seem to lie about themselves in those ads.

Intelligence is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Doctor, I want you.

Hello, McGeorge.

How are you today?

Are you hungry?

Oh, I see. You had some of FX's sandwich.

Oh, I'm sure he won't mind.

If you get hungry later on, just let me know and I'll have FX prepare you some

mash.

I just think it's kind of weird that all the girls from Caesar's undergraduate

class are marrying the rich guys from Caesar's extension class, don't you?

No, I just think it means she's a good matchmaker. It doesn't mean that she has

anything to do with Nathan Phillips' death.

Coincidence is the mother of suspicion.

You boys are too busy to see what's going on.

Why? What do you mean?

If you'd read the afternoon edition of the paper, you'd see your suspicions are

well -founded.

Why?

Nikki Phillips has donated her husband's entire estate to CRI.

Cry?

Caesar Research Institute.

Yes. whose chairman of the board and chief researcher is one california

oh nicky phillips must have been really grateful to the doctor for introducing

her to her husband yeah so grateful that she gave her all of her money that's

the way it works though right what am i missing i mean what could she possibly

be teaching to make someone marry a rich guy kill him and donate all his money

to her i don't know but if that's the case there's a lot of happily married

out there that are going to get whacked

I got your message, Stone.

Good. I see you want to talk with me. You know, Stone, I like to help out. I

consider myself a good citizen.

But I can't keep coming down here every five minutes.

I've told you everything I know. My time is very valuable.

How about your life? Is that valuable?

What are you talking about?

What's in this briefcase?

What? Open it. No, I will not.

I happen to be a lawyer. I know my rights. You'll need a warrant to get

that briefcase.

What?

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