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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 beginnings. It is the time of super force.

What happened?

You blew up my desk.

I didn't know.

You gotta talk.

You want me to play dead?

You gotta... I don't think I can do that.

I'm a very busy man. I just can't disappear.

Dead men don't return phone calls. Mr. Winston.

Your briefcase was booby -trapped. No, obviously.

Someone's trying to kill you. Now, they'll try again and let me think that

you're already dead.

And if they think I'm dead, they'll come forward and confess.

No, but maybe they'll show their hand.

All right.

Suppose you know more about murderers and murder than I do. Trust me.

Just let me call my wife. She must be worried by now.

Don't call anybody.

Okay, I'll call your wife.

Don't worry about it. Everything's going to be fine. Nothing bad will happen,

you know.

Only going to be for a couple of days.

Mrs. Winston?

Yes? Hi, I'm Zach Stone.

I was a friend of your husband's and a police officer.

Oh.

They're beautiful, aren't they?

It's a shame they have to die.

Yeah.

I wanted to ask you some questions about your husband's personal estate.

Well, as to his personal belongings, I believe it's best to let go.

I already gave them away to Goodwill.

What?

Already? I mean, you've called him, but they haven't come to pick things up yet,

right? No. They came this morning and took it all. His clothes, his model

fishing tackle, all of it. His books, his antique CD collection.

Everything. Oh, no.

Well, what are material possessions anyway, huh? I even called the medical

school to donate his organs.

Then I realized.

What? He didn't have any.

Well, they were blown up, consumed by flame.

Right, right.

Well, maybe like the mythical phoenix, your husband will rise again from the

ashes somehow.

Except he won't have any clothes.

What I came to talk to you about was your husband's considerable financial

holdings. Now, I understand you're turning all this over to the Caesar

Institute.

How did you find out?

Well, I just guessed.

No.

No, you spoke with my attorney and he told you.

He violated attorney -client confidentiality. Well, that's gum.

No, really, I... They are all alike.

Lawyers, you can't truck any of them. What a lie.

Now, they're only out for themselves.

And then they parade their knowledge around like some puffed -up, conceited

baboon. You ever notice how nobody has a lawyer for a friend? No, the only

friends lawyers have are other lawyers. Oh, I hate them.

Your husband, your late husband, was a lawyer.

Well, I can't help that.

I loved him anyway.

No, please.

You have to at least look.

The name is Winston. There's a whole bunch of stuff.

Model trains, clothes.

It was given away by mistake.

No. Are you absolutely sure?

Thank you.

There's no way, man. Everything's gone.

It was given to the Goodwill Central Distribution Center.

Dispersed.

Gotcha!

Careful, FX.

This rivalry is most unbecoming.

Remember the good old days when he was so incredibly, incredibly lonely?

I just feel terrible about this guy's clothes, man.

Well, would you rather be dead in a suit or alive and naked?

What?

Zack, you saved this guy's life.

He's rich.

His insurance will probably cover it.

You've done an exceptional job so far, Zack.

Motive, means, and opportunity. The three components of any crime.

You found the motive.

Money.

And you found the opportunity.

Calpurnia Caesar marries these women off to rich guys so that she can create the

opportunity for them to kill them and take their money.

Right. Now we need to know the mean.

How did Dr. Caesar get these girls to do it?

Well, one thing's for certain. We're never going to find that out by hanging

here.

You and I are going undercover.

We're going back to school.

Well, we're nearly out of time, and I've been digressing.

Let me just wrap up my thoughts.

I hope I've demonstrated to you that there is a systematic discrimination

against women in the sciences.

Administrators, lawyers, educators, all pay to protect the status quo. It's as

if they somehow feel the male brain is somehow structurally different from that

of the female. Hello. Hello.

How are you?

Hello. Hello.

How are you?

Government and corporate grants go almost exclusively to safe repetitions

already tried and tired experiments.

If you have a revolutionary idea, it's very difficult.

And if you're a woman, forget it.

Again, I am very happy to see that so many women have enrolled in my class.

Together, we can soon change things.

Oh, dear, I've gone on pontificating again and undoubtedly alienated most of

male students.

Don't worry.

I grade without regard to sex.

Tomorrow we get back to the textbook, I promise.

I'll see you all then.

Excuse me.

How are you?

Excuse me. How are you?

Excuse me. How are you? That's quite all right. What are you doing in my class?

Well, we've come to explore the possibilities of enrolling within it.

You too are too.

Reluctantly, I assure you. But Daddy felt that I should cultivate some other

skill other than spending our money.

That's all you do, spend money?

My dear, when you have it, that's what you do, is you spend it.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm A. Littleton Stonehenge III, first son of the Earl of Essexhire. I'm a

foreign exchange student.

And I am Prince Gumbo from Oza Patswala land.

A small African principality.

I've never heard of it.

Well, honestly speaking, we don't do much there, except pump oil.

And you two are friends?

Well, from a political standpoint, our nations are enemies.

But Little Hinge and I have found that we have so much more in common than the,

uh... Less rich.

The riffraff.

Oh. You know, if you feel that way, you really should be enrolling with people

who share your sensibilities.

I have an extension class I teach called Wealth Without Guilt.

Guilt? Should we feel guilty? I've never felt guilty. You? Guilt.

Quaint notion, but...

Well, perhaps I can use you as shining example, something for the class to

aspire to. My dear, so many already do.

I'm sure.

See you tonight, then, at seven o 'clock?

Most assuredly.

Seven -ish.

Come along, Prince Gunn.

Laurie, I just want to calibrate your multi -phasic personality inventory

program. Would that be all right? Sure, doctor. I'm not occupied at the moment.

Not occupied?

Honey, you are occupied by radio signals from one of the most sophisticated

artificial intelligence programs ever designed by a man or a woman.

What?

Well, your awareness of self checks out.

Ready to calibrate MPI?

Run program.

Yes, doctor.

Who is my subject? I am.

Doctor, what is your favorite color?

Sepia.

Do you like animals?

No.

Favorite composer?

Wagner. Maybe Strauss.

Given a choice of damaging your own property in the service of others...

enough, dear.

Now, based on the answers I've given you, what is my personality profile?

Hmm. Serious guessing will be necessary due to the few number of questions.

Proceed.

Dr. California Caesar, that's you.

Strong -willed, alpha -type personality profile.

Minimal need for companionship.

Workaholic. Deep -seated rage.

Object of which, indeterminate, need more data.

Delusional tendencies. That's enough.

Well, it's just incredible.

The more the personality index runs, the better it gets.

Self -correcting learns through experience.

We have some fresh blood, Laurie.

Blue blood.

Rich blood.

There's an African prince.

However, the politics in his part of the world are too volatile.

We may not be able to collect.

But there's a Littleton Stonehenge, the son of an earl.

And he's handsome, too.

Tell me, Laurie, are you ready to fall in love?

So what happens now?

Well, maybe we're about to find out. There's the girl from that class.

Hello, I do say. You were in that class, weren't you?

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm A. Littleton Stonehenge III, and this is my companion, Prince Gambo.

From older Patswala land.

Yes, I saw you when you barged in.

If it was an unfortunate error in timing for us.

I suppose.

Are you two going to hang around here all day? Because I like to study alone.

Oh. Well, then we'll leave you to it. Sure, yeah.

Wait.

Wait. Could you help me with my books?

Oh, certainly.

Oh!

Oh, my skirt! It's ruined! It'll never come out!

Allow me.

No, you'll ruin your handkerchief. No, no, no. It's only raw silk. What is that

in the service of a beautiful young woman?

Oh, it's red.

That's the color of passion.

But also of anger and war.

Do you always wear red?

No.

No. No, sometimes I'm partial to blues and greens.

Oh, those are the colors of tranquility in life.

Maybe you're not so bad for a rich guy.

Uh, it seems that now would be a good time for me to make a phone call and see

how the revolution is coming.

Splendid.

Splendid. There's something different about you.

What might that be?

I don't know.

But if you walk me to the library and give me five minutes, I'll see if I can

tell you.

I'd be happy to.

There's another you inside of you.

Not overly self -confident, but strong and sure.

There's something, something good and something caring.

And there's something you're hiding.

Oh. Not something bad.

Let me see you again.

Oh, you're fascinating.

Not like anyone I've ever met.

What is it?

I have to leave now.

But I thought... I forgot. I have an important appointment.

But I will see you again.

I promise.

Ah, Laurie.

I've had to call you all back. We have an emergency situation here.

Apparently, that lawyer, Winston, who we thought was dead, is still alive.

He phoned Wanda and asked her to meet him.

He's hiding out, afraid somebody's trying to kill him.

Well, we'll all just play it a little cautious till Wanda finds her husband

finishes the job she started.

I thought she was so incredible.

I mean, she knew everything about me, even things that I only know.

Now I see that it's just a computer program, and there's programs for every

of the girls. The computer is controlling them.

Right. Dr. Caesar could be linking the girls to the computers and controlling

their actions using subcortical radio implants responding to frequencies in

nanometric range.

Exactly like I communicate with McGeorge, but on a vastly more

level. Mm -hmm.

Her signals could completely override the girl's own thoughts.

Okay, we got her, man.

But it's too late. I mean, Winston is out there right now.

Somewhere.

Meeting with his wife who was controlled by a homicidal computer.

How do you find her?

Maybe you'll call in.

Wait a minute. Maybe I don't need to find her. Maybe I can shut her down at

source. Right.

Shut down the computers.

You're hurt.

It was an accident. I'm sorry.

What?

What are you doing?

You're free, Bruno.

Your heart and your mind

are your own.

You're a cruel and sadistic woman.

But I love you anyway.

I really love you.

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