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Take the 23rd. Yes, sir. I want you to
take this personal info manager, uplink

all the data on it to Washington, and
then bring the PIM back to me.

Go!

How the hell did building security allow
a guy like Zeke Fowler through his

front door, let alone told him to hold
it? I told you, he isn't Zeke Fowler.

Zeke Fowler is dead. I ran that bastard
to the ground four years ago.

And why does my PIM say this is Fowler?

Purge it, okay? The guy in the server
room is named Under. Cliff Under.

And don't ask me how the hell he got in
here. I'm still trying to figure it out

myself. So if this guy's not Fowler,
what's he doing here?

I don't know.

This guy should have folded his cards
already. He's a glorified typist, for

crying out loud.

Not a terrorist.

So, like you say, we move in on him, he
should lie down.

Get him on the horn, keep him talking.
He's five to seven minutes. Can you do

it?

Hunger.

What? Thought about my offer. I told you
what you could do with your offer,

didn't I?

Yeah. But now that I've removed it from
that particular place and wiped it off,

I'm putting it right back on the table.

Understand something.

There's no wriggle room here.

These FBI guys.

Oh, I've seen their handiwork. Oh, you
think that was bad?

Wait till you see what they're gonna do
to you.

If I let them.

Let's be real, Cliff. My name is Dig
Fowler. Your name is Cliff Unger.

That's not what my chip says.

I don't care what your chip says.

Look, your only way out of here is
through me.

And you're definitely going to want a
way out.

You're not going to blow up this
building.

Oh, no?

I'm holding the detonator in my hand.
Why don't you see me push it?

I'm willing to admit I might have pushed
you a little too hard. I'll make it up

to you.

I'll get that chip of yours fixed today.

I can make it happen right now.

Ah, it's a little late for that now,
don't you think?

I'm on one path, and it's heading in one
direction and one direction only.

Look, you said before you wanted to talk
to me face to face.

What if I were willing to agree to that,
huh?

What do you say, Cliff?

You and me.

Mano a mano.

Did you hear what I said?

Yeah, I hear you.

Okay.

We'll be in position in three minutes.

Talk to me. I'm waiting.

All right, Cliff.

I'm coming in.

But first, I've got to run this by Agent
Stottlemyre. No.

You come in now.

Cliff, it's not going to take long. I
promise. You should come in here right

or the deal's off. You're not Zig
Fowler. Why are you acting like him?

because Zig Fowler was right to try to
destroy you.

And the unimpeded, wholly democratic
free flow of information.

That flow of information you're talking
about is what the cliffhanger I know

believes in with his heart and soul. And
that cliffhanger...

knows that if he blows up that
information server, he'll be

awful lot of people.

Oh, is that all I'm doing?

You know, maybe that's the problem right
there.

I think Zig Fowler just won.

Fowler's dead, man.

He was a loser and so are you.

Have a nice day.

Execute Zig Zag Engage. Zig Zag Engage
initiated.

60 seconds detonation. What the hell is
that?

That is the sound of a meter running.

You can stop it.

But only if you come in here right now.

Fifty seconds to detonation. Cliff!

Cliff!

It's not alarm!

I need another minute. We're not ready
yet.

We're not ready.

Forty seconds to detonation.

Thirty seconds to detonation. Hey,
weatherman.

You ready to blow this place up?

Yes, why not?

What have I got to lose?

Twenty seconds to detonation.

Absolutely nothing.

There is

nothing wrong with your television.

Do not attempt to adjust the picture.

We are now controlling the transmission.

We control the horizontal and the
vertical. We can deluge you with a

channels or expand one single image to
crystal clarity and beyond.

We can shape your vision to anything our
imagination can conceive.

For the next hour, we will control all
that you see and hear.

You are about to experience the awe and
mystery which reaches from the deepest

inner mind.

As

we surrender

more authority to our ever more capable
technology, what will happen when that

technology goes awry?

calling itself the Syndrome, and that
cyber columnist Cliff Unger is among the

group's members.

The Syndrome have tried to make a name
for themselves and their anti

campaign by hacking... Make us look like
lunatics.

Yeah? Can I get you anything, Cliff?

Food? Drink?

Well, you could tell the media the
truth.

They're going to find out anyway.

I don't know what truth it is you're
referring to.

That Zig Fowler is holding this building
and the servers decided hostage?

Because you're not him.

There's a flaw in your chip.

You're pissed off about it.

That's the truth.

Yes, that is the truth.

But you can't tell them that because the
technology is not supposed to make

mistakes, right?

The chip is bio -coded to my DNA.

Therefore, I am who it says that I am.

And it says that I am Zig Fowler.

Come on, you can figure it out. It
doesn't take a genius.

Come on now, Cliff.

We're friends.

Or at least we used to be.

Tell me, how do we get out of this?

Well, for starters, we can put down the
phones and start communicating together

like human beings.

Yes.

Let me think about it for a minute.

I want that bastard's head on the stick.
Three of my men are dead.

What's the body count on their side?

Two dead, one critical.

I just spoke to the meat wagon. All I
got out of the critical is what a son of

bitch your boy Cliff is, like he has his
own agenda.

What's going on, Yaz?

I don't know.

Uh, sorry about that, Cliff.

I'm just trying to check on something.
Look, Cliff, I'm trying to save a few

lives here. Can we make that happen?

Save a few lives?

Well, now that sounds awfully funny
coming from you, considering what you

my comrades.

The feds made a mistake. I didn't know
they were going to do that.

I know it's asking a lot, but I don't
want to preclude you and me coming to

type of an agreement.

Yeah, okay.

We'll just chalk it up to another
valuable lesson courtesy of Pete. Can

you

hold on just a little longer?

I can try.

Try hard.

And about that thing you were talking
about.

I'll decorate the wall with you.

Isn't that something I was just going to
say the same thing to Clippy here?

You want to settle the score when the
job's done, be my guest. But if we kill

him now, we can't finish the job.

See, here's where I'm getting confused.

We're wired, we're ready to rock. Now
all of a sudden Cliffy wants to lock

eyeballs with his buddy Yastrzemski.

Why?

I have my reasons.

Accept it.

Translation? The man has got his own
agenda.

Geez, I wonder what it is.

Weatherman, he's working for them.

And every second we wait, we are one
second closer to them coming in here and

stopping us. Maybe.

Maybe we should, you know.

Get the timer set for the basement. This
is not just about blowing up the

server. It's about doing it the way Zig
intended.

God save Weatherman. Open your damn
eyes. What I'm talking about, that's

Zig intended.

Wait a minute.

Cavalry's on its way.

One of the elevators. It's not moving
yet, but it will be.

Would you schedule to do that to us?

Is he that stupid?

Asking him?

Yeah. He would.

If they're coming up, we better hit them
before they hit us.

Come on, Weatherman. Let me drop a load
down the elevator shaft.

Man,

is this going to be cool.

Ten ounces of C4 in an elevator shaft.
Kaboom, boom, boom. Hurry it up, Roy.

Come on. Don't rush me.

Elevator's coming up.

We're going down.

We better stand back. When this baby
goes, we're going to kick all kinds of

Three, two, one.

Boom! There's a goddamn boom!

What the hell are you looking at?

This isn't my fault. That detonator was
state -of -the -art.

It's before.

Son of a... We're going to blow up the
computers now.

What have you done to us?

I haven't done anything.

Weatherman? Weatherman pushed the
button.

If you don't finish the job, then I
will.

We're secure at that end.

Did you get help yet? I punched it in
the lockout coast at Cliff Gates. Does

that mean we're secure?

You got me. Well, pal, that's... Hey,
we're sick, pal. Tell us what to do.

the one thing. It's not.

What is all the put away?

This is all the information flowing into
and out of the servers.

Hundreds and millions of terabytes a
second.

This is why we're here.

How do you make it out with the charges?

Charges are set.

Good. Have you done everything?

I think so. Uh, who asked you?

Where did you get the idea that you were
in charge anyway, huh?

What, did you and Weatherman switch
pants when you woke up this morning? No.

Listen, let's not fall apart now. We've
come too far. Oh, shut up. Just because

you've got Zig somewhere in that pimp of
yours does not make you him. Hey, I got

us into the building, didn't I?

Zig got us into it.

You came along for the ride.

Please don't tell me you still think I'm
up to something.

When you think about it, it's been
pretty easy.

Yeah, a little too easy.

Like it's all some kind of a setup. Hey,
my ass is on the line here, same as

yours. What's waiting for us, Cliffy?

You're not Zig, are you, Cliff?

Tell you what.

You still don't trust me after all this?

Go ahead.

Shoot me.

Anything you say.

Miss Chalmers, how nice to see you.

Mr. Ripken, please.

Just lift it to the elevator and I'll
send you right up.

I remember when... Grab the security
drone. I know what to do. Just remind

we got a new task.

That backup drone gets here before we
reprogram the first one. I'll try to

sure it zaps you first.

I'm sorry.

Would you please swipe your hand again?

Just step into the elevator and the
security drone will see you.

Okay.

Here it comes.

Please stand where you are.

Get ready.

Go!

Hold it still.

Get everybody out of here! Now!

Let's go! Move it! Move it! Move it!
That's the exact wrong sequence.

Move it!

Del secures an elevator.

After Weatherman and Roy clear the
lobby. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we

it already. You're treating us like
morons. I just want to make sure

knows the plan. If we do this right, the
whole security system will come to a

halt. And what if the plan doesn't work?
Seems to me like they thought of

everything. One bot takes out the rest,
and while the system deals with what's

happening, we split through the cracks.
Except it cannot possibly be that easy.

Why are you doing this, Del? Why now?

Because I feel like we are all being
sucked into this by him. And I'm not

if that's what you're thinking. And
screw you if you are thinking it. You

what? I am willing to die for this, but
something is not right here. You want me

to prove myself some more? Is that it?
Hey, if we're going to do this, you've

got to take a leap of faith.

Listen to me.

When I first met Zig, I thought the
world was an awful place, totally

irredeemable.

But Zig showed me how to have faith.

The first step towards finding your own
humanity is finding it in others. I

trust Cliff.

I trust him implicitly.

But if you're not going to make that
leap with me, then we stop this right

Either we all go forward together or we
don't go at all.

Beautiful, huh?

Your mom?

She was a great lady.

Smartest person I've ever known.

She died of a genetic heart condition.

Chip didn't pick it up.

Still trying to figure out what exactly
is happening here. I mean, two days ago

I would have walked through the fire to
kill you, and now... Well,

you know what they say about opposites
attracting.

Come here.

Kiss me.

Don't think about it, just do it.

You don't believe half that crap you put
your name on, do you?

I might have said a few things to get a
rise out of people.

You definitely got a rise out of me.

There's more to the valour in you than
in now.

Getting our hands on a bunch of
explosives is one thing.

Getting them on DIR's main servers is
something else.

I'm with Weatherman.

If we're smart, we're quick while we're
ahead. I don't understand you people.

You have this amazing plan here.

Zig Fowler must have spent years working
out all the details.

Well, if I was some kind of cyber
terrorist, I'd be wetting my pants

get at a target like this. Yeah, well,
you're not.

So why don't you clean yourself up and
get out of here?

Well, I guess I was right.

The only real threat this group poses is
that they might talk their enemies to

death. Hey!

I'm perfectly willing to walk into that
building and blow up those servers.

I don't know about wetting myself,
though.

I'd do it.

Beat sitting around.

Why are you so determined to do this?

This isn't some game, you know. I mean,
even if Zig's plan went perfectly, in

all likelihood, we're gonna end up
killed.

You just want your old life back, right?

I thought I did.

I have a confession to make.

When I was going through Zig's files,

I came across your correspondence with
him.

That was private.

I know. I didn't mean to read it, except
once I started, I began to understand

why you're doing all this and what it
means to you.

That's why I came back here.

I always used to think of you as this
lost soul.

But when I read your words, I realized
I'm the one who's lost.

Really?

You know, I spent a lot of time
preaching to the converted.

I don't think I've ever actually
converted someone myself.

Sigwin's told me, have faith in people.
They are the disease, but they're also

the cure.

Funny thing is, now that I'm here, doing
this,

I feel like it's my destiny.

Your destiny?

That's an intriguing word.

Okay.

Now it's my turn to tell some dirty
secrets.

From the first time I read your column,
even though I hated everything you had

to say, there was something about how
you said it. I don't know how to explain

this, but I had the bizarre feeling that
you, of all people,

were my destiny.

20 pounds is feet four.

And there's more of it if we want.

I guess you guys just walked into the
warehouse and took it?

Well, it wasn't quite that simple, but
more or less, that's what we did.

Tried a few instructions, been to the
security system, whole thing froze up.

dropped down from the ceiling, Cliff
here swiped his way into the storage

we filled up the bags, and off we went.

Right out the front door.

Cliffy did okay.

For a newbie.

What do you think, Del?

He for real?

I don't trust him.

What have I got to do, kill someone?

I'm a changed man. Why is it so hard for
you to accept that?

Maybe because the man you changed from
was a scum -sucking, low -life rat

bastard who fattened himself on
everything the system had to offer.

Aside from that.

What about Roy?

He used to be a scum -sucking rat
bastard.

Touch me again, asshole. I'm making a
point.

I used to be a mouthpiece for the
system, but I never picked up a gun on

behalf. Oh, so I'm worse than you? I
don't think so. I got out of the army,

I got the army out of me with a
grapefruit spoon.

They treated me like dirt, same way they
treated me.

I'm no different than you.

What about Walt? He's still got his
chip. You let him join the club.

I came with certain expertise.

Without my chip, they would have been
locked out of the system.

Both these guys came to us with a
purpose.

They've dedicated themselves to the
cops.

So have I.

Now.

And I brought you something very
valuable.

Vig Fowler is this chip.

Don't flatter yourself.

You're just the ugly box the Christmas
present came in.

The only difference is, this particular
present only works when the box comes

along.

So, if you want to play with Zig -Zag,
you're just going to have to invite me

the party.

You want me to film with him? What do
you mean you want to join us? I want to

join you.

I want to do what this thing says I'm
supposed to do. You must think we're

really serious. Just say the word.
Please say the word and I'll kill the

XOB. I told you to back off, Chance. And
I don't want to think about what'll

happen if the whole flow of information
comes to a grinding halt, but I do think

that something has to happen. What
exactly brought about this little

Zig Fowler. I never understood him
before, but now I do. You want to prove

yourself? You break into the warehouse.

You get up.

And Zig Zag?

Listen to me.

These people, they're...

They're dreamers.

They've all been hurt.

One way or another, they've all been
hurt by the system.

They just want a little justice. That's
all. Just a little.

Just a little recognition that for all
the good that technology does, it also

does a lot of bad.

Look at me.

My chip suddenly stops working. My whole
life gets turned upside down.

Maybe there's something to what these
people are saying.

Answer my question.

Why are you still so obsessed with Zig
Fowler?

Because if he's come back from the dead,
I need to know about it.

That's not possible.

Because he's dead. He died in a fire.

You found his chip.

Zig -Zach, it's just this pipe dream
that these people have that they're

to see the system in ruins.

What if we did this? What if we did
that? They're waiting for this messiah

return, but he's not going to return
because he's dead.

You killed him, right?

Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.

What does that mean?

What that means, Cliff, is that until
I'm 150 % satisfied that I know

everything, you can't have your life
back.

Now, you go back to those syndrome
people, and you stay with them.

I can't. I can't.

First of all, they're never going to
trust me.

Then you've got a problem, Cliff.

A big problem. You think your life is
bad now?

Because you can't find work and you've
got no money and no place to live?

How would you like it if every time you
swiped your hand across a reader, you

told everyone in the system that you
were a pedophile?

Or a murderer?

I can do that, you know.

Just like that.

You can't.

You go back to those syndrome people and
you stay with them and you find out

everything you can about this zigzag.

And you report back to me and then
maybe, just maybe, Cliff, I'll give you

life back.

Now, don't take this personal, but get
the hell out.

That's the question, asshole. How did
you find us? What did you do to my chip?

Why does it think I'm Zig Fowler? Does
anybody know what he's talking about? I

can't get into my apartment or my bank
account or my computer. I'm locked out

everything because of you.

Is that possible? I mean, we didn't do
this, did we? I wish. It's a cool idea.

We should have thought of it. Are you
telling me it wasn't you? He still

answered how he found us. I found a
reference in one of his files to a

he sent about four years ago to a woman
named Diane Kanzelman.

Is that you?

Is that you? Is that your real name?

Zig sent me a disc before he died.

That brought you here?

Bullshit. I'm not making it up. Why
would I make it up? Maybe to suck a

you could do another one of your idiotic
cyber columns. They're out there and

they're dumb as shit. It's the syndrome.

Is that it, Cliffy? You making fun of
us? Can you access these files?

Yes, that's all I can access. Good, move
your ass. Make yourself useful for the

first time in your life.

I'm totally screwed.

Not a little screwed. Not medium
screwed.

Totally screwed.

You're upset. Who wouldn't be? I held my
chip to the reader, and all of a sudden

security bots are flying at me from
every which way. This whole thing is a

nightmare. Look, we'll run some
diagnostics and we'll get to the bottom

okay?

Morning, Mr. Ustrepski. Morning, Ben.

This is my friend Cliff Unger.

The Cliff Unger who writes that great
cyber column?

Hi, you a fan?

I read strictly from Unger every day
before I crank her up.

Where's your column been the last few
days? Well, you know... Please don't get

him started, Ben. Please.

Let me get you to a scanner chip for me,
Mr. Unger.

Boy, what a my wife hears that I met
you.

Is she a fan, too? Oh, no, she hates
your guts.

Well, I'll have circuits check out.

See if any of your base files got
corrupted.

Pretty ironic, don't you think, that a
big IT supporter like you gets hoisted

his own petard?

It's terrible.

Hmm.

Problem?

Um... Getting a, uh, stage four security
alert here, Mr. Yastrzemski. The what?

Yeah. I'll bring to this your, uh,
chip's ID, and it was, um, Zig Fowler.

The cyber -terrorist guy?

No, that's impossible, Ben. Run it
again, please.

I did.

Got the exact same result.

What's happening?

This had better not be some type of a
ladder of hope. You and your editors are

cooked up.

We've been working together a long time.
We have an understanding.

Now, I came to you as a friend because I
need help, so please, just help me.

I am. We're going to the main server
room.

I'd like you to download everything off
his chip and give me a full analysis.

So, after you do this...

After you analyze everything that's on
my chip, I get a new one, right?

Cliff, there's a reason this is
happening. Zig Fallon never did anything

for the hell of it.

See, when you say things like that, you
scare him.

Listen to me.

Someone's trying to resurrect this
bastard.

I'm going to help you, but you're going
to have to help me.

You pissed off an awful lot of people, a
lot of dangerous people.

So you think one of these people is
doing this to me?

No, what do you think?

Mr. Yastrzemski, something strange just
came up with the chip.

The coding almost looks like a key file.

It's the sort of thing a hacker uses to
access someone else's files.

The coding indicates... I think it's
aimed at the security system.

Is it dangerous?

No, it's dormant, like it came with its
own firewalls. We should be able to

neutralize it.

That's right.

Someone's using you. And a strange
sequencer file that keeps looping around

whole thing.

I don't like where this is going.

I don't like this at all.

Johnny, don't do this to me. I'm having
a horrible day. Now open this door.

Look, I'd love to let you in, but if I
did, then Mr. Unger came home. What are

you talking about? I'm Mr. Unger. You
know who I am.

Yeah, sure I do.

But don't you understand?

It doesn't matter if I think you're the
guy. If the building doesn't think

you're the guy, you ain't the guy.

I am the guy.

Look, open this door. I'm going to have
you fired.

Now that's a laugh. You can't get me
fired because you ain't the guy.

My computer won't talk to me. And that's
a surprise to you, the way you talk to

it? Do it. I'm not in the mood.

Hello? Info services can only be
accessed online.

Hello? I know that. I can't get online.
That's why I need your help.

Good thing I've got no work to do.

There's a problem here. It ain't your
computer.

Oh, look.

It's working.

Maybe it's your chip. Have you thought
of that?

I wouldn't say that.

A thing like that?

I'd be in hell.

And I can't think of anyone more
deserving.

Unfortunately, the truth is we're not
nearly as intelligent as the computers

we've built.

There are roughly 12 ,000 people joining
us in this cyber conference today.

Put all our brains into one box, not a
pleasant thought.

And our collective computing power is
less than half of the computing power of

one server in the building that I'm
standing in right now.

Does that answer your question?

Kind of.

I mean, I'm not disagreeing with you.
There's no doubt that the proliferation

biometrics has improved our lives.

It's improved my life.

Life is better for everyone.

Example, a cashless society is a safer
society.

Why? Because we've removed human beings
and their weaknesses from the equation.

You can't steal what doesn't exist. Just
like the Internet revolutionized

computing, personal information
technology has revolutionized what it is

human. That's why we built the system.

That's why we have the system, and
that's why the good people here at DIR

helping us to spread the word.

We've got time for one more question.

Luciano from Sao Paulo, Brazil.

I was afraid that we had a connection
problem, but... But that would be

admitting that your faith in technology
is based on a lie.

To whom do I owe the pleasure?

Weatherman. Just Weatherman.

Weatherman. Really?

The Weatherman.

Don't take this personally, but you're a
lot better looking than I'd imagine.

Fuck you.

Just for everybody out there, Weatherman
is a frequent e -mailer to my cyber

column. She and her group, the, um, the,
the, the, the, the Sandoon?

The Syndrome.

Right, right, right. The Syndromes are
under the ridiculous notion that all of

the wonderful technological advances
that we've made in the past few years

somehow eroding our humanity. Isn't that
right?

As always, you've oversimplified a
complex and significant problem.

Significant to whom, sweetie? The few
Luddites and know -nothings that would

rather live in divine ignorance outside
the boundaries of big, bad technology.

I don't need a chip in my body to feel
like I belong.

People like you and your audience have
become so reliant on technology that

they've let their humanity wither.

You don't have conversations anymore.
You have conjoined data flow.

You don't have relationships. You have
cyber communion.

Doesn't that tell you something? Just
stand there. Get her off. Get her off!

It's okay.

It's these postcards from the lunatic
fringe that remind us of how good we

it. Now, I think this is a good thing.

It's good that you feel that way, Cliff.

Because time is on our side, not yours.

And the day will come when the unimpeded
flow of information will stop and

people will have to deal with each other
like humans again.

Thank you. Next time, don't call us.
We'll call you.

God, if I could let this is over.

I hate these type of conferences.

Weatherman, how's the weather?

You just love that joke, don't you?
Never seems to get old.

Trust me, Vic, it does.

So what's up?

Oh, I just called to chat.

No, you never just called to chat.
What's wrong?

You know me too well.

Yeah, except I don't know what you look
like.

I don't know what kind of food you eat.

I don't know whether you're a boxer or a
briefsman. Other than that, yeah.

I guess I know you pretty well.

Boxers.

Predictable.

So what's wrong?

I'm gonna have to go away for a while.

How long's a while?

Till they forget about me.

That'll be any time soon.

You're wrong.

That's the problem.

They will.

So why don't you come work with us?

We have the same goals.

You just have to learn to do it without
that chip inside you.

The chip is what's going to bring them
down.

Are you kidding? You're just trying to
embarrass your strength to get his own

game. He's benefited my expense long
enough. I think it's time I returned the

favor.

What, so without making a name for
yourself?

You know me better than that, don't you?

Yeah, I do.

You're a stunt student.

Were you planning to call before you
stopped by? Oh, no, Sid.

What would be the fun of that?

You've got through that time.

Oh. Well, now, how do you figure that?

I'm a mile away, and I've got three
dozen men riding shotguns.

All this attention and touch.

Hey, so it was a bad joke, so we're
even.

Are you there?

Zig?

I think it was a joke.

How are you going to know it's me?

Well, you two will tell me, of course.

Yes, you're right.

You got me this time.

You're right, you know.

You're going to have to be more
specific. I'm right on so many

Computers aren't the problem.

fail -safes built right in.

Thousands of ways to correct themselves.

Hell, I see that every time I try to
hack in.

It's the latest remnants of the world
into the picture.

When humans get involved, hey, that's
when things get scary.

So what, you're going to concoct an
elaborate scenario where the computers

always right and the humans screw it up?

Sounds complicated.

It is.

But it'll be worth it.

Wish I could be there to see it.

You gotta go.

You will be there.

I promise.

Another bad joke.

For each other.

It's our destiny.

Three, two, one.

Zigzag detonation module is now
activated.

I know you could have made a lot of
trouble if you just told me who you

I didn't have to.

I knew you'd come.

I knew you didn't have the guts to do
it.

Well, I had to get you in the room
somehow.

And here you are. Back away from the
strip, sir. It's all right.

Hold your weapons.

Relax, we got them.

How do we know there's not some other
detonation device in here? Oh, there is.

There most certainly is.

But you won't find it in that modeling
clay we strapped to the servers.

What the hell are you talking about?

Zigzag.

It's alive.

It's growing.

Just waiting to be set free into the
information grid.

Oh, by the way, thanks for letting me
in. You let me into this room, remember?

The key that you allowed me to leave on
the server came in real handy.

This is bullshit.

Is it? It doesn't look like bullshit.

Big Skip didn't fail you, Stremski.

You did.

Oh, he's playing a head game.

He wants the world to know how smart he
is.

Well, I caught you once and I caught you
a second time. End of story, Zig.

Now, see, when the execute command is
given, these servers will begin hoarding

electricity, interconnecting with all
the power that they can tap into.

This is going to happen so quickly, they
won't be able to handle it.

There's going to be a mass.

It's not going to be pretty.

They're going to go boom.

Then the building, then the block, then
the city.

Mass destruction.

Oh, it's going to get ugly.

The funniest part is the on and off
switch is right there in your home.

Son of a bitch.

Now the real countdown begins.

All you had to do was keep your hand
away from that reader.

60 seconds to detonation.

Your chip is the exit, man.

No.

50 seconds to detonation.

That's the end of the story.

40 seconds to detonation.

30 seconds to detonation.

Enjoy the ride. 20

seconds to detonation.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3,

2, 1.

In the end, it may be our certainty that
we are infallible, which will prove our

downfall.

The Outer Limits will be back again
tomorrow at 8.

Miserable codgers Walter Mattow and Jack
Lemmon are giving each other some jip

over on the studio in a few minutes in
the movie at nine o 'clock, Grumpy Old

Men. What is it to be human? Some say
it's a state between animals and God.

Others believe it's only one step from a
machine.

Either way, it could be temporary.

Episode two of the sci -fi series
premiere, Prey, comes into being at