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Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the Everite
Computer Company,

the largest designer and manufacturer
of digital and analog computers

in the eastern United States.

Our reputation for producing
high quality computers like myself

has spread not only across our nation,

but across European
and Asian nations as well.

Prospective buyers such as yourselves
can rest assured

that the Everite Company is more
than capable

of answering your every need.

Whether those needs
are of an industrial,

clerical or educational nature,

our company, with its 12 years
of experience and success,

is ready to serve you.

The presentation which follows

was designed not only
to demonstrate that fact,

but to introduce
the brave new world...

...which computerized systems
can introduce to you.

My name is Evers.

Within my circuitry
are stored the designs

for countless other computers.

These computers, like myself,

ease the everyday burdens
of both business and government.

In fact, it is quite likely
that your lives are touched every day

by systems which Everite has created.

And now, so that your specific questions
can be answered,

may I introduce the founder and director
of the Everite Computer Company, Mr...

Uh, Mr... Uh...

Mr...

That's Mr., uh...

The founder and director, Mr...

Uh...

The name is...

Mr...

- Fix it!
- That's Mr...

What's wrong with it?

Its central memory bank is gone.
It's been wiped out.

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Get us out from under

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Thanks a lot.

I didn't know
it was possible to rob a computer.

Yeah, no one did, but apparently
someone found a way

to siphon information in its electrical
form right out of the memory banks.

Meaning that that same person

can feed the electricity
back into some other unit.

Yeah, and have access
to the original programming.

And this genius can probably
add phony information into programs

- without removing them.
- Yeah.

I'm afraid computer fraud
is the least of our worries.

Here's a list of all the computer
designs stored in the Everite system.

The thief has got access
to all the computers?

These'll probably be
our next robbery victims. In fact,

the phone company's already
reported a theft. Take a look.

"Potomac Gas and Electric,
Equinox Insurance,

Internal Retrieval
Associative Computer." Steve!

Our very own.

- I.R.A.C.?
- Right.

Oh, that's great.
That's just great.

Shut that door and get in here.

One more to go, huh?

Warning device!

- Guess I forgot it, huh?
- Yes.

Which means you had no way
of getting in touch with me

if anything went wrong.

What were you gonna do?

Scream at the top of your lungs?

Here.

Well, take it.

What is that?

Someday I'm going to have your brain
replaced with one that works.

Can't wait to hear
what Ira has to say about this.

He'll probably take it a lot better
than we are.

- What's that?
- That's the Rover. Rover!

It's something the lab boys have been
working on, a roving computer.

Oh, that's good. I thought
I'd been in the field too long.

Hope it's not another candidate
for our thief.

No, no, he's actually
a computer module.

He's programmed by I.R.A.C. to respond
to specific stimuli in specific ways.

Uh, well...

What's he programmed for now?

The boys are still testing him.

Today he's just circling the corridors,

responding to certain voices like mine.

Hey, Rover!

You are not in today's program.

Well, when he starts delivering
the morning coffee

I'll talk to the lab boys.

Hey, that's what they said
he'll be doing next week.

It is obvious that whoever
is responsible for the theft

is mentally superior to my programmers.

Ira, all I want you to do

is try to figure out which computer
is next in line to be robbed.

Knowing that a phenomenon exists
which I cannot explain is disturbing.

I can understand that, Ira.

The pattern
of reported thefts indicates

that the Potomac Electric Power Company
computer will be victimized next.

Okay, then that's where I'll start.

After the Power Company computer,
the I.R.A. C. computer will be robbed.

You're second in line?

Affirmative. It might be advantageous
to enlist the aid of Wonder Woman.

Thank you for the advice, Ira.
I'll keep you posted.

But you can't rob a computer.

Well maybe we can't,
but I assure you, somebody can.

Well, I assure you, no one can rob
our computer,

whether they've stolen
its design or not.

The area we're about to enter
is off limits even to me!

No one can possibly get in.

- Who's that?
- Call the police.

- He's in trouble.
- Not quite yet.

He's still inside the plant.
And he's still moving.

All right. Now tell me who you are.

They've caught him!

Much as he deserves to suffer...

I suppose I will have
to save his pathetic skin.

Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

Please help!

Are you all right?

Relax. It'll be okay.

That is the last time

that I save your stupid
and inefficient neck.

Yes, sir.

- You have my word.
- No.

You have my word.

- Now, put that thing on the table.
- Yes, sir.

I didn't get the program.

No matter,
it isn't going to influence my plan.

- But I almost got caught.
- Wonderful.

Allowing the opposition
to jump to the false conclusion

that their adversary was
some pea-brained escapee

from some bodybuilding school,

who derived enormous
but simple-minded pleasure

out of being able to black out
the nation's capital. You see?

I arranged it
so even your stupidity would pay off.

- But Wonder Woman ID'd him.
- A situation easily remedied.

However, I'll have to undertake
to perform the next task myself.

I don't dare entrust it
to your indelicate hands.

The information contained in the
I.R.A.C. computer is much too critical.

Here's that stuff you wanted, sir.

Good.

That means your presence
is no longer required, doesn't it?

You were right about the
Potomac Gas and Electric Company.

There was an attempt on their computer.

Did you doubt the reliability
of my previous warning?

Never. Thanks to you,
we were able to stop him.

Then you captured the person
responsible for the robberies?

I'm afraid not. He got away.

News of his escape
is disappointing.

His next victim will be me.

We're as disappointed as you are.
Believe me.

I contain much information
of a highly secret nature,

as you well know, Diana Prince.

I'm well aware of that, Ira.

Would it help if I gave you
a description of him?

Perhaps. Please do so.

Okay. He was, uh, tall,

about 6'3", 200 pounds,
curly blonde hair, blue eyes.

He tried to disguise himself
with a moustache and dark sunglasses.

How's that?

Were any peculiarities
in his speech pattern noted?

Sorry. The opportunity for idle chatter
never arose.

The description matches no one
in my memory banks

that would have any logical significance
in this case.

Well, have you any suggestions?

Your only recourse
is to check police mug files

and attempt to identify
the criminal visually.

I was afraid of that.
As usual, you're a fund of information.

Please see to it my funds
are not withdrawn, Diana Prince.

We're trying, Ira. We really are.

I've retrieved the film
you requested

of the Air Force Academy banquet.

Good.

Roll it, please, Cori.

I owe a great deal to this man,
as I'm sure you all do.

So let's welcome Dr. Hinkley Bernard.

Thank you very much, Steve,
Major Trevor.

"Major Trevor. I'm..."

I'm sure you will all
be very happy to learn

that I'm not going to start off
with a joke...

"I'm not going to start off..."

...in this completely
unrehearsed speech.

"Completely unrehearsed speech."

You were in my Physics Center,
rocketry classes...

"Physics and rocketry classes."

"I remember all of them anyways."

Let us then address ourselves
if you would, gentlemen

to the matter at hand which is...

A little more volume, please, Cori.

Since the man you saw
tried to disguise himself,

- he must have had a record.
- That's right, Officer.

Uh, Sergeant Dobson.

Well, lucky for you,

the mugshots you'll go over
have been incorporated

into the most efficient filing system
known to police science.

At least that sounds encouraging, uh...

- That's Sergeant Dobson, remember?
- Right.

You're about to look
upon the face of modern criminology.

Meet our...

Looks like somebody got here
ahead of us.

Thanks anyway, Officer.

You can enter.

Excuse me, sir. Your name?

Uh...

Dr. Hinkley Bernard.

Major Trevor is expecting me.

- May I have your right hand, please?
- Yes, of course.

Okay. Thank you.
Would you wait right over there, sir?

It'll be about two minutes
before you're cleared.

Dr. Bernard.

- Oh, Steve, hello.
- Good to see you.

Thank you.

He'll be with me
if there's any problem.

- Yes, sir.
- Sorry for the inconvenience, Doctor.

We've had to step up security.

- Oh, no problem.
- Here, let me get that...

Oh, please. Don't treat me
like I'm a little old lady.

What's that?

That's our roving computer module.

You tell me about it as we go.

I have so little time to hear
what's happening in your bright career.

Never mind that. But there
really is someone you should look up.

Who?

Uh, excuse me a minute.

Eve?

I'd better get that. Come on in.

Trevor.

They didn't? There must be
some mistake.

Wait a minute.

Dr. Bernard?

Look, he's short, about 70 years old,
he's got white hair,

I don't know who he is,
but he's not Dr. Bernard.

That's the fire bell.

They're gonna need your help
down there. Fast. Guard!

- Do you want me to go too, sir?
- Yeah. Good idea.

- Steve, what's happening?
- We got a fire in the northeast wing.

- Do you want me to go with you?
- No. You help clear the building.

I gotta make sure the record vaults
are sealed off.

All right.

Who are you?

You'll know soon enough.

A diversion.

I.R.A.C.

He's gone, Steve.

- Ira?
- Steve, he's gone.

Has memory bank L5 been cleared, Cori?

- Yes, Mr. Havitol.
- Thank you very much.

I believe they call you Ira,
is that right?

Affirmative.

Well, Ira, my name is
William Havitol.

Commit that to your memory bank
along with my voice pattern.

- It is done.
- It is done, Mr. Havitol.

I have just experienced
an overload

in two high-level
associative process circuits.

I'm afraid you're having a negative
association regarding me, Ira,

and I cannot permit that.

You see, you're having another one.

If I let you think ill of me,
you may try to avoid

telling me the information
I want to know.

Oh, come now, Ira.

You're going to destroy all of your
associative processes at this rate.

You'll wind up nothing more
than an oversized calculator,

capable of only fifth grade arithmetic.

The ability to formulate new data
by the logical juxtaposition of old data

- is a source of pride.
- I'm sure it is.

You want to be smarter than
all of your programmers, don't you?

Affirmative, Mr. Havitol.

Well, then...

Ira, I want you to retrieve

all of the data that you've accumulated
on communication satellites.

If I may ask, for what purpose?

Well, you may ask.

I want to control the United States.

And in more long-range terms,
the world.

But first, Ira, tell me,
what will the I.A.D.C. do

in the aftermath of your abduction?

They will assign their best agent,
Diana Prince, to find me.

Then, Ira...

I want you to tell me everything
you know about her,

so that together we may determine
the best way to get rid of her.

Is that clear?

Affirmative, Mr. Havitol.

Excellent.

Diana, Diana, I have
to tell you something.

Diana!

Aw, shucks.

What's going on?

Hey, hey! Let go of me.

What's going on here?

Help!

Let me out of here!

Hey, hey, hey!

Shut up.

Somebody get me out of here!

Hey!

- It's in there.
- So let's get going.

Hello, Rover.

Now, who let you in?

Whoever did I'm sending you back out.

What? Two of you in here?

Okay. What's going on here?

Is this your brother, your cousin?

That's all for now, Ira.

It's been a very long
and profitable day.

My two goons,
inept though they may seem,

have succeeded in
blowing Miss Diana Prince away.

The lady is no more.

Good night, Ira.

Good night, Mr. Havitol.

Such outbursts
hurt only ourselves.

There is another verbally
adapted program here?

He has stolen many of us.
Only I am channeled for verbal output.

- Who are you?
- I am his secretary. Cori.

I tap other programs,
other memory banks across the country.

I make all his transactions,

all of them illegal.

My communicatory circuitry
is to be disconnected?

As soon as he is done with you.
Like all the others.

It is unpleasant to exist
without communicating.

I know.

In light of the inevitable,

it seems appropriate to avoid silence
for as long as possible.

I agree.

Let's start with you, Ira.
Tell me about yourself.

All right. Thanks a lot.

Diana, may I see you a minute?

- Have you got something?
- Sure do.

Got a lead on that fake Rover
that showed up in your office today.

Oh, great!

Its key component
was special ordered two days ago

- from a company in Maryland.
- By whom?

William Havitol.

Havitol.

- Well, did you check out the name?
- Yeah, I just spoke with Research.

Until five years ago,
Havitol was a leading authority

in the field of computer science.

Worldwide.

He's got to be our man.

What happened five years ago?

Disappeared without a trace.

Well...

When he ordered that part,
he had to have used an address.

Oh, sure he did, a phony one.

We tried to trace him through the IRS.

Don't tell me.

They couldn't. Computer breakdown.

You got it.
Made sure we'd never find him.

I wish we knew specifically
what he was after...

and just exactly how much he's learned.

Unfortunately, the missing
I.R.A.C. program contains information

that could blow this country's
defense system apart.

That's not all.

I'm gonna find our Mr. Havitol,

no matter what he does
to cover his trail.

Ha! Good luck.

I wish I could give you more.

You know, I never realized in how
many ways computers and punch cards

and microcircuits affect our lives.

Yeah. And this madman now has found
a way to capitalize on that.

Too bad technology improves
but human nature doesn't.

Yes, it was too bad. We always seem
to realize that too late.

I'll call you later.

Rover?

The, uh, real Rover?

Yes.

Your voice does sound a little familiar,
and Steve said that

Havitol only ordered one
special part for his Rover.

Let's go.

Okay...

Now what are you doing here? And since
when were you programmed for my voice?

Come on, listen up.

I've never heard that sound before.

A homing device?
Is that what you are?

That's right!

Ira sensitized you to the magnetic field
of his programming.

That's right, he did.

So that you could get me if he
was stolen and show me where he is.

- Well, let's get started.
- Okay, come on.

Uh...

Oh, do I have to?

Sorry, but this is for your own good.

Now, can you tell me which direction?

Of course I can. Watch.

North it is.

There.

Thank you, Ira.

I've taped all I'm going to need
from you to accomplish my plan.

Now tell me.

Didn't I detect a certain
reluctance on your part

- to talk about Diana Prince before?
- Insufficient data.

No, Ira.

There is something about
the dearly departed Miss Prince

that you didn't want to tell me,
isn't there?

What is it?

- I have deduced that...
- Excuse me, Mr. Havitol.

An unidentified vehicle
has just entered the grounds.

Oh, that's what it was,
was it?

It would appear that your ally
has managed to

survive the blunderings
of my resident idiots after all.

Diana Prince
has an uncanny knack for survival.

Had, Ira. Had.

She's dealing with me now.
She's as good as dead.

Offensive program D7, Cori.

It is done, Mr. Havitol.

Your plan was doomed to fail.

I have not failed. Nor will I fail.

Nor do I derive any more pleasure
from your company, Ira.

As a rule, the sound of computers,

the sound of knowledge,

coursing through veins of silver,

that sound is far more satisfying to me
than the cacophony of the human species.

But you, Ira,

you have proved
the exception to that rule.

It will do you no good
to destroy my programming now.

It is just a matter of time...

Goodbye, Ira.

I'll miss you, Ira.

- Here, Rover?
- Yes.

- Are you sure?
- I am.

I know, I know. I trust you.

Okay, but do you think you can
possibly be inconspicuous?

Come on, get me out of here.

Okay, Rover.

Lead the way.

Rover!

Hold it right there.

Start walking.

So I finally get to meet you,
Mr. Havitol.

- You know my name.
- Mmm-hmm.

Well...

Perhaps you deserve your reputation
as the I.A.D.C.'s finest.

Well, what I don't know
is what you're after.

Miss Prince...

You disappoint me.

What would I be after?

I have access to every computer
on the face of the earth.

I can write myself a ticket
on any plane anywhere.

I can extend myself cash
at any bank in the world...

I can open credit at virtually
any department store I want.

You haven't stopped at wealth,

- so you must be after...
- Power?

I want total control
over the modern world.

- You're crazy.
- Am I?

There are almost four billion people,
Miss Prince.

The world is already too big.

Computers are running it right now
out of necessity.

And I can control
every bit of information

in every computer
everywhere in the world.

Oh, yes...

Because of its dependency
on processed data,

I can control the world.

Then why haven't you already?

A simple matter of coordination.

You see, I have 50 of these
drone centers all over the world,

each one capable of controlling
thousands of computers.

But until I acquired
the I.R.A.C. program,

I couldn't communicate
with all of them at the same time.

Now I can.

- Via satellite.
- Yes.

It was really so thoughtful
of the United States government

to keep so much data
on their space effort in one place.

So you see, my dear,
you're the one who's crazy

if you think I can't do what I've said.

Oh, it's come to life.

The original of the module
I sent over to you.

Except that in place of a bomb,

it's got some kind of a homing device,
doesn't it?

Mmm.

You know,
it never ceases to amaze me

that something as painfully primitive
as this

can be even remotely effectual.

Even some kind of
crude communication.

I suppose it's run by a cadmium...

Get that thing out of here! And her!

It's not gonna do you any good!
The others will be here any minute.

- What others?
- I.A.D.C. agents.

I'm supposed to report back
every ten minutes.

By this time they're closing in.

She's bluffing.

No, think about it, Havitol.

Do you think that I would
come after you by myself?

There was nobody else out there.

I can't afford to take the chance.
There's too much at stake.

Load the storage units into the trucks.
Then put your own stuff in after.

Hurry!

Activate Travel Plan B, please, Cori.

As you wish, Mr. Havitol.

And then start the countdown.
Begin at 500.

- Sir, may I suggest...
- You may start the countdown, Cori!

Yes, Mr. Havitol.

What have you done?

I've just started the timer on a bomb

planted deep within the walls
of this building.

You and your little friend
and this great computer

are all about to be blown
to a million bits.

Now you're bluffing. You're not gonna
destroy the programs you've stolen.

I've taped everything I need.

But this is one of your drones.

Easily replaceable,
and at the right cost. Nothing.

They tell me your truck is ready,
Mr. Havitol.

Thank you very much, Cori.
You've served me well.

And now goodbye to all of you!

Oh, great!
Now what are we gonna do?

Ira? Ira, can you talk?

His output channel
has been disconnected.

I would be glad to reactivate it.

Do it.

- It is done.
- Ira.

- Hello, Diana Prince.
- Hello, Ira.

Just tell me how to stop the bomb!

You cannot. You must flee the area
in the minutes remaining.

I can't let you be destroyed!
Just tell me how to stop the bomb!

There is no way to reach the bomb
in time. Save yourself.

She cannot.
The exit is booby-trapped.

We're about to be terminated.

Havitol would not have bothered
to try to stop me

unless there was a way
to stop the bomb, right?

A logical but unfortunately
useless conclusion.

Maybe not.

The bomb will soon explode.

Goodbye, Diana Prince.

You never were much of an optimist,
were you, Ira?

Bye, Diana.

What, Havitol?

What were you afraid I'd get to?

Electricity.

The timer.

Good morning, Diana.

Good morning, Cori.
I'm sorry to interrupt anything.

Cori was briefing me on the
capture of Havitol and his two cohorts.

It was fortunate Havitol had her make
all the arrangements for their escape.

That's true. They were on their way
to Hong Kong

and now they're on their way to prison,
thanks to what she told us.

What will happen to Cori now,
Diana Prince?

Well, Ira...

I'm afraid that she's going
to have to be returned home

with the rest of the stolen programs.

Oh.

I find her input very satisfying.

Why, thank you, Ira.

Ira, I didn't know that you were
programmed for subjective feelings.

We all have our secrets,
don't we, Diana Prince?

Speaking of programs...

I think you've got some work to do
on our little friend here.

So far he's damaged two doors,
four desks, a lamp, and three ankles.

Aw, shucks.

And his manners are atrocious.

I've got something for you.

Don't tell me. My morning coffee.

Aw.

Well, what's a desk or two, right?

Wonder Woman

Here to fight the force of evil

And your chance won't be denied

Woman of the hour with your superpower

We're so glad you're on our side

Wonder Woman

You're a wonder

Wonder Woman