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People ask, where do you get your ideas?

Right here.

Oh, this is my magician's toy shop.

I'm Ray Bradbury, and this is...

And there you can breathe.

No sign of the first two expeditions, Captain.

And we computed our landing for the same place.

Let's go down and find out what's happened.

Oh, no weapons.

They must have seen us land.

There's still no sign of hostility.

We don't even know what we're dealing with.

And what about the others, sir? Captain York and his crew?

How do we know they haven't all been killed?

We don't.

We just have to find out.

Wait there.

You don't want to frighten them.

Excuse me. What have you done?

You speak English.

Done.

I'm Captain Jonathan Williams.

Commander of Mars Mission 3 from the planet Earth.

How do you know?

Telepathy.

What took you so long?

So long?

It's nearly 300 million miles from Earth to Mars. If you want to use the proper

name, this is the planet's trouble.

Ah, yes, it's a fine name.

Well? Well, um, as I said, as you said,

I'm Captain Williams, commander of the third mission from Earth.

There's been two expeditions before you, and the men and their ships have

vanished. You know about the other expeditions. She knows.

This is very important.

If you know where they...

Any of you?

Yes. Lieutenants Young, Rollins, and Wilson. Pleased to meet you, ma 'am.

Oh, congratulations, Captain. So many voices. Oh, my.

The illusion of the hour. The delusion of the day.

Delusion.

Delusion. I'm sorry.

I'm too busy. Goodbye.

No, no, listen. I don't think you understand.

Oh, I understand completely.

It's your thoughts that disturb.

We're from Earth.

I'm too busy. There's work to do. And look at those boots.

Oh, this is no time for trivialities. This is an important moment. I think you

need Mr.

T.

You think all Martians are as batty as she is, Captain?

I don't know. Could be.

I'm sorry, but Mr. T is very busy. But it's Mr. A you want to see.

The next farm over.

A note for Mr. A.

He'd advise you what to do.

Go on.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Thank you, good captain.

Oh,

no. Not again.

Are you Mr.

A? I am.

Mr. T sent us to see you. That was very nice of him, I must say. What do you

think of a fella that does something like that?

Look, um...

We are from Earth.

He is way out of line.

But he won't get away with it this time.

18th April, 1999.

Fake blast -off, great ship. Journey of a lifetime. We face 85 days in space.

What are you doing, Wilson?

My personal log, sir.

This is reality, in case you've forgotten.

Just trying to keep myself sane, sir. Put it away.

No need for that.

This isn't for you.

I'm going to shoot T dead.

Zap him and his wife good.

Is that the note from T?

Yes. Take it over there.

Tell Mr. I all about it.

Mr. I is the one you want to see.

Not me and not Mr. T.

He's an idiot and he'll soon be a dead one.

Now go on.

You're not in my line of work. Line of work?

You have to be in some specific line of work to welcome people from Earth?

Of course.

Now, goodbye.

With the greatest respect, Captain, I suggest we return to the ship, get those

rockets firing, and blast the hell out of whatever damn desert we've landed on.

Negative, Lieutenant. We've got responsibility. The people back on Earth

other expeditions.

We will find someone to listen to us what the hell do you think we've been

trying to do? These people are not the listening type.

That's enough Let's go Move it

Telepathy.

No, I'm just off to a lecture.

I'm Mr. I. Can I help you?

I hope so, Mr. I. I certainly hope so.

Come in.

Leave my men.

Well, if you must.

Now, if you can name your problem, you can solve your problem.

Take it.

Come here. Sit down.

Thanks.

Please, listen.

If that will make you happy, proceed.

We are from Earth. Now, look, I know that may not be your name for our

but listen, if I...

If I concentrate and make mental images of our world... Please do.

Tall glass and metal feet.

Blue feet. Yes, that's very nice.

Please continue.

Instructions in spacecraft technology.

Pictures of a ship lifting off, drifting timelessly, days, months.

Great red planet, circling and settling here.

Now you understand.

Clearly.

Now, where did I put those forms?

Somewhere... Ah, here we are.

Now, if you will just sign here.

Sign, uh... You say you're from Earth, don't you?

Yes. Then you have to sign.

Just a formality.

Oh.

Do you, uh... You want the men to sign as well?

Your men will.

How simply marvelous.

I must tell Mr. X.

What's so funny?

Now, that's the provision for sleeping.

Mr. X will make the arrangements with you after your interview.

Now, here we are.

The key.

Thank you.

No, no, your image is wrong. It's not the key to the city.

It's the key to the house.

Go down that corridor, unlock the big door, go inside and shut the door tight.

You may spend the night.

I will send Mr. X to see you.

What are you waiting for?

Oh, yes, of course.

Congratulations.

Welcome. Well done.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Well, let's use the key.

Captain, look.

Welcome. I am Mr. You.

Captain Jonathan Williams.

New York City.

Earth.

Tell us about yourself.

Look, you already know who I am.

Let the guys talk for themselves.

Lieutenant Lee Rollins, born Flint, Michigan, USA.

Earth.

Ship's navigator.

Chief Young, born 1970, Atlanta.

Ship's engineer.

First Lieutenant Wilton, ship's medic and anthropologist.

Welcome, indeed.

Thank you. Thank you very much. It's good to meet another man from Earth.

Another? You mean York and the others? They're here?

I mean, I am from Earth.

Earth. Also.

I don't understand.

Nevertheless, it's true.

How is that possible? What country are you from?

Two year old.

I came by the spirit.

Spirit.

And

I

am from Earth. And I. And I am from Earth. Captain, what the hell is going

I come from Ori on Earth. A place of jungle.

All green forever.

And all the city.

Earth is water.

My planet is all water.

Earth is...

Dust.

Desert.

We are friends.

An asylum.

A lunatic asylum.

They think we're really insane, sir. That's why.

It's their excitement. No hullabaloo to welcome us before this. They merely

tolerate it. What to them must be a constantly recurring psychotic

Paranoids, everyone. Look at them.

Except the Martians are able to project their insanity.

For a minute I thought we were getting a real reception.

And they think we're crazy too and we're projecting our fantasies about Earth?

Yes.

They think we need treatment.

That's what that thing was you put your fingerprint on. Do you think there's a

way out, sir? I don't know.

Not the door.

Yes.

The door.

The door.

The door.

Just open.

Open. Open the door.

Locked from the outside.

Yes. To stop people getting in. We got in. With the key.

You don't need the key to get out.

You go to the door and open it.

With what?

Your mind.

What?

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

How pleasant to meet you, Captain Williams.

We're getting the hell out of this loony bin. Loony bin? What a curious

expression.

You think we're insane.

Well, we're not.

Inaccurate. I do not think that you are all insane, sir.

Just you, sir. Your friends are primary and secondary hallucinations.

Captain, he thinks you imagined us. He's dangerous. Take him out. That would

give us nowhere.

Talking to your friends, Captain.

Natural. And believe me, treatable.

You are ill, Captain. Your projections remain intact.

If you were well, they would vanish.

If my men are imaginary.

Cure him. Cure him and make us vanish.

Not so easily accomplished, Captain Williams.

Could we have a word?

In private.

Let us be frank, Captain Williams. Your case is advanced, unique.

This recent outbreak in mass psychosis seems to manifest in several stages. The

people in the house are simpler forms, but your projections of Earth and Earth

men are fully auditory, optical, olfactory. The most detailed

complex I have ever observed.

Look, you can touch these men.

They're warm, solid.

Breathing human beings, not figments of a hypnotized imagination.

How do I... Rollins, get in here.

You can touch him.

Go on, he's real.

Human.

100 % American.

Go on, touch him.

I am afraid it does. The extended ability of your condition.

How? How do I prove to you that I don't need curing? The cry throughout

the ages. A fascinating paradox.

Paradox this, pal.

We need him.

We can't get through.

Like York and the others?

He's our last.

Rollins, young, give me your weapons now, or there's a court -martial waiting

for both of you.

Congratulations, Captain Williams.

Your flair for the dramatic is quite remarkable, saving me from your own

hallucinations.

These are not hallucinations.

These are real.

And there's something else that's real.

Sir, the lander. He's got to believe that.

The lander.

There. A Type 2.

2DX lander.

Every rivet, every bolt.

Amazing.

What a grand ship.

Congratulations.

And it even... It even hums. That's the generators.

You said, Captain?

Lieutenant Young said.

The sound is the generators. You say the sound is the generators. Amazing.

Never have I experienced such a complexity. Metal, rubber, even the

the ground.

It's real.

Congratulations, Captain Williams. You are a psychotic genius.

I shall write my greatest monograph on this.

You have signed the papers?

The papers?

With sleeping forbs. So?

So now, I am afraid your mad dream must end.

Mr. I's information was accurate. You are incurable, of course, and we shall

sleep you away. Free your spirit from your diseased body. It should be most

engaging to watch your imaginary projections disappear.

Imaginary projections?

I am Captain Jonathan Williams, commander of Mars Mission 3. Yes!

Oh, my, yes.

Dear Captain, sleep well.

Still here?

No. Ship?

Impossible.

His dream in my mind?

Had you such power, psychotic genius, could you make the atheist believe?

I refuse you!

We're done?