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People ask, where do you get your ideas?

Well, right here.

All this is my Martian landscape.

Somewhere in this room is an African veldt.

Just beyond, perhaps, is a small Illinois town where I grew up. And I'm

surrounded on every side by my magician's toy shop.

I'll never starve here.

I just look around, find what I need, and begin.

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

Well then, right now, what shall it be?

Out of all this, what do I choose to make a story?

I never know where the next one will take me.

And the trip?

Exactly one half exhilaration, exactly one half terror.

I know.

If you know, why are you killing me?

Please, look.

See?

Is that my wife?

Is she?

Alive.

Or isn't she?

She's alive, yes.

If she's alive, she wasn't murdered, so you can't execute me.

Do you understand?

I'm sorry.

What?

It's time.

Time? He...

You don't understand.

I understand too much.

Now. You said yourself, I've done nothing.

She's alive.

She's out there.

They can't kill me.

You're killing me for a murder I didn't do.

Who's responsible?

You are.

What did I do?

Surely you remember.

George Hill, age 59, employment, Hill Investments Limited, current net worth

,500 million, married, wife, name Catherine, no children.

Yes, I know.

Now you know. Well, come on, get on with it.

Murder, Mr Hill?

Good Lord,

no.

Then good day, Mr. Hill.

Hold on.

Sir, why did you come here?

Well... Yes.

I, uh... I heard that you could help me to get rid of... Your wife?

And isn't that murder, Mr. Hill?

Not the way you people do it.

There's a subtle difference.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I'm only killing a machine.

A machine, yes.

But a machine that thinks and feels and bleeds and dies.

Even if we speak, there are those that argue that we, the facsimile, should be

given a human's right.

And if so, how is this different from murder, Mr. Hill?

Do we help you eliminate an unfortunate complication in your life, or do we

simply kill you?

I'm waiting.

You kill.

Speak up.

You murder.

Good.

The client must always understand that in his heart and in his mind, there is

bloody murder.

Sign here.

I am only killing a machine, yes?

Yes.

Did you bring a rag, a lock of hair, a bone?

What?

Oh.

Oh, yes.

I've got a disc of her voice, lock of hair, cosmetics,

perfume, dental charts and medical

records.

What did your wife do to you, Mr. Hill?

I don't deserve you.

An old man like me.

I don't deserve a young fool like me.

An old girl like me.

Ancient.

What leads to age and beauty, then?

Age and beauty?

Why did she do this to me?

How soon will she be ready?

Your facsimile, spouse?

Two weeks.

Is that too long to wait for?

Murder.

I'll go mad.

Sleep, then.

They'll put you under for 14 days.

And then they'll wake you up.

It'll feel like five minutes.

Dream. Time no dream.

Now it's time to dream.

Catherine.

Catherine. Cathy, you've come back.

Yes.

And no.

No more dreams.

Now it's time to do.

To do what?

Surely you remember.

Remember?

I've changed my mind.

What?

Catherine, come back with me.

Thou art there.

My love.

What? Behold.

Behold thou art there.

Thou hast dove's eyes within thy locks, and thy lips are like a thread of

scarlet.

Thy speech is comely, and there is no spot in thee.

Honey and milk are under thy tongue, and the smell

of thy garments is like the smell of the cedars of

Lebanon.

Nana.

You...

You've never been so beautiful.

I am your wife without the flaws.

No real woman could compete.

Have you forgotten why you came?

Gotten.

Your right hand walking.

Let me see. No.

Let me see.

Catherine, come with me.

Where? Anywhere.

Impossible. No, I... I forgive you.

It was just some silly little... You don't understand.

No one is allowed to leave here.

You, yes, you buy the dream.

But the dream that's built must stay until it's used. Used?

I only want to protect you.

My function is not to be protected, but to die.

My dear George, remember, you hate me.

Hate you? No.

Catherine, yes, but you as Catherine, no.

It's not too late.

It's too late two weeks ago.

And all the while you slept.

And every second of the last eight minutes.

If I paid some more money to these people here, perhaps they would let me

you. Only rent they do not sell.

And if you leave now without killing me, I will melt my flesh, file my

bones, and redistribute my securities within the hour.

I'm going to see my young and beautiful

Leonard tonight.

You're not Catherine.

So how can you see him?

What if they facsimilated him and brought him here?

Eat the food and drink the wine and give me love.

They wouldn't do that.

And what if he kissed and touched?

Kissed and moved to take?

He would not.

And if we drank the wine and then held close?

And I saw his eyes and mouth and said,

His head is as the most fine gold.

He won't come here.

His locks are as black as a raven.

He doesn't exist.

His chains are a bed.

No.

Cassie might have said that.

Not you.

His legs are his pillar of mind.

No!

No.

to George William Hill.

You are under arrest.

Arrest?

For... murder.

Jurors, assemble.

Roll back to court.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you have now heard the case against George

Hill, and you have heard his defense.

These are peculiar times.

The pressures of city life have made it practical for you to hide your bones. I

don't deserve you, an old fool like me.

I don't deserve you fool like me.

The prosecution posed the questions.

Are there too many robots in the world?

Have they become too human?

Are they in fact embodying all of our qualities, light and dark?

If they are, Then new laws must be and have been passed.

If not, our old laws will not sustain us. Yes, I know.

I've changed my mind.

It's not too late.

It's too late. Two weeks ago.

Is not the facsimile destruction of a robot image of a man or a woman similar

bloody death?

The defence, on the other hand, point to the corpus delecti and say... What

never lived cannot die.

And George Hill... It's not too late. George Hill has been caught in the

cracks... It was too late two weeks ago.

Two years from now, it will be a joke again.

But now, the scapegoat's needed.

The law says... Kill him.

We say nay.

We beg... Take your murder in.

This man but killed a nightmare in his head.

Shall he suffer punishment for a deranged instant in which he but killed

lifeless, energized machine?

That would be madness beyond his madness.

But the prosecution and the law says... One man, and only one, must pay

for the excesses.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, how say you?

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.

I came to say I'm so sorry it's going to end this way.

It's already ended.

I killed you.

Well, right now, I wish it were.

No.

Kate.

Kate. Catherine.

It is you.

Go and tell them. You're alive.

You're here.

There's no need to kill me now.

I've told them.

Tell them again, for God's sake.

They won't listen.

Kate is so fair.

Where are you going?

Tie.