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Hmm.

This is the story of Walter Nebeker.

Doing what he likes best, fighting crime in the streets.

You see, Walter's a policeman.

Unfortunately, the chief doesn't want Walter on the streets.

Captain, get back to your cage, boy.

Now! So Walter must fight crime in his own way, in the computer room.

That's where he's an expert.

Fortunately for me, Walter's advanced knowledge of electronics led him to

experiment with what is called a hologram.

That's a very fancy word for a three -dimensional picture that, when

can be made to look real, sound real.

As a matter of fact, given enough power, it can even be made to feel real.

That's kind of what got me into this world.

My name is Auto Man.

You must be Walter Neviker.

How did you know that? It's on the programming you fed into my system. I

say, Walter, you're very good. Very good indeed.

I look wonderful.

If you do say so yourself.

You programmed me to be honest.

But tell me, why did you call me Auto Man? It means that you're the world's

first truly automatic man.

You can do anything because you're not real.

Oh, but I am. I'm as real as you are, just different.

And thanks to you, perfect.

Nobody's perfect, Auto Man.

That's not true, Walter.

You've programmed me to observe other people and do whatever they can do as

as they can do it.

Jimmy Connors playing tennis, John Travolta dancing.

In fact, on a scale of one to ten, think of me as an eleven.

I've created a monster.

No, what Walter really created was a wonderful force for good.

Auto Man.

That's me.

Yeah, just what we need.

Another bomber scouring hell out of the city, right? At least this club's the

only place he's hit so far. I mean, the only one we've been tipped on.

Hey, how you doing?

Yeah, we found it, Lieutenant. It was under a cot. We're working on disarming

the baby now.

That's not a great hiding place, is it?

Yeah, it was a strange place to plant a bomb, but... Well, the way I figure it,

you don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

I hope this means you've disarmed it. Yeah, it was pretty basic stuff.

Detonator, timer.

Yeah, I'll check it out when you get back to headquarters anyway, will you?

Might give us a tip to who made it.

Right.

Is the owner of the club here?

I'm the owner of the club.

Sam Maroney.

Samantha. I'm Lieutenant Curtis. This is Officer Caldwell. Do you have any idea

who'd want to bomb your place?

I was in real fare with everybody.

Lieutenant, the lights are going off all over the city. The power's out.

I don't know what's going on, but I know one thing that's lucky.

What's that?

The power didn't go off while they were fooling with the wires on that bomb.

been able to explain the mysterious shutdown, which has already caused a

of traffic accidents.

And we have this late word just in from the Los Angeles Police Department. There

are reports of widespread looting and vandalism throughout the area.

I saw it all outside.

At exactly 7 .57, the Department of Electrical Services computer shut down

of L .A.

And in 36 minutes, it executes our next command.

They've got to be going crazy.

Crazy won't cover what they'll be feeling before we're through.

This is just the beginning of the biggest computer game ever played.

And what sort of games do you like to create?

Oh, I used to dabble in home computer games, but no more lately.

That's the best part of the game.

As you get better at it, you drive on harder tracks.

They're all real ones found somewhere in the world.

Cursor, what are you doing here?

What is that thing?

It's a holographic image.

Just a rough idea I have for a new game.

You know you can't appear in public like this.

Sorry, Walter, but we had to get in touch with you, and this seemed the best

way. Otto, is that you?

Where? I'm in here.

What are you doing in there?

This is more than just a chance for me to see an old friend.

This is important, Walter.

What is?

The blackout.

The entire west side of L .A. has been without power for 30 minutes.

30 minutes?

But how?

I don't know. You'd better get back to headquarters. They're calling for every

available man.

And they'll need you most of all.

Why? Let's just say it has something to do with computers.

Wally. About time you got here.

It wasn't easy, Roxanne. There were accidents all over the West Side.

Not the blackout Captain Boyd's worried about. Not anymore.

Then what?

Follow me.

Yes, Mr. Mayor.

I am. I'm looking at the computer right now.

No, Mr. Mayor, I have no idea where this information is coming from.

No, Mayor Brandon?

Yes, sir. We have a computer exploit coming in right now.

All right, Nebbish, the time has come for you to start earning your keep.

excuse me, no back talk now.

Just tell us what is going on.

Well, it would be helpful if someone could fill me in. This message just

coming in.

All Los Angeles, tonight's blackout is only a sample of what we can do.

Be prepared to pay $10 million for a fair responsibility for the

Whoever they are, they want an answer about tonight's evening news.

Blocked? Whoever programmed this thing has blocked out any new programming.

Every other computer in the municipal system is acting the same way.

Including the one in the Department of Electrical Services. It wasn't an

overload that caused that blackout. It was them. These guys know their

It could take days to counteract this program.

We don't have days. You know how many of our city's systems depend on computers

for life and death functions.

I'm afraid I do.

The hospitals alone could put us in big trouble.

Us? Not us, Schnapp. It's you.

You're at the top of the list.

Well,

there's a new one on me. High -tech extortion.

You got any ideas?

First thing is to run a check on every computer expert in town and find out who

could possibly know the municipal system well enough to crash into it like this.

Roxanne, find out everything else the system controls so we know what we could

be in for.

Attaboy, kid. I'm gonna find out what's happening on the street.

This is an emergency.

You don't have to raise your voice, Walter. I'm perfectly capable of

your needs.

Then why... Did it ever occur to you that I might have needs, too?

What? Don't you think I have feelings?

Otto. You're a hologram. With electronic perceptions, including discernment,

you've even given me likes and dislikes.

Sure. After all, I made you like everything I like. That was a little

-minded of you, don't you think?

Well, there might be some perfectly good things out there that I'm missing

because of your own bias.

Otto. I'm not biased.

Then why is it that I only like blondes? Otto. There are some very attractive

brunettes out there. Otto. And they do nothing for me because you... Otto.

We have work to do.

Very well.

On to the matter at hand.

I've interfaced with the various computers that have been taken over, and

poor things are in terrible trouble.

They're not the only ones.

What's the solution? The computers don't even have their memories. All they

could tell me was they must do what they're doing, but they can't remember

You mean they've been programmed not to divulge the source of their programming?

Exactly.

Great.

Otto, I hate to say this, but we may be up against opponents who know even more

about computers than I do.

Certainly not more than I.

All of my relatives are computers.

That's not necessary, Walter.

This one's for me.

For you? I've told my friends that should they receive any more unusual new

programming, they should notify me immediately.

This call is from the L .A. Flood Control Authority.

We'll be in touch.

Flood Control.

My God. I've got to tell the captain.

I cannot evacuate the entire area just on your say -so. You've got to think of

the panic that would be caused.

What about the danger if I'm right?

I don't know what's going to happen, Captain, but I do know it won't be good.

Well, if you've got this much of a tip, why no detail?

There were some things my source couldn't talk about. It had been

to. It?

I thought you had yourself a nice, honest stool pigeon.

Is this another one of your computers?

Come on, take it easy, Captain. Wally hasn't let us down yet.

Everything's still running smoothly, Captain.

Good.

Well, and I'll be sure what now.

Sorry, sir, but I believe that now.

The main flood control gate is starting to open.

Stop it. The whole basement will be destroyed.

The controls aren't responding.

You got a manual control someplace?

Yeah, sure.

Where? Straight through that tunnel.

I'll take more than one man. The clean go with him. Wait for me, Curtis.

We'll never get there in time.

But I know someone who can.

way to prevent this cursor.

Once programmed, the computer must do as it's told.

But I can stop it. At least I can try.

There's what we need.

It's closed.

Well, it looks like all of our home teams did just terrific, and we can brag

that we're going to have the best weather in the entire nation throughout

holiday weekend.

For all of us here at Channel 6, have a good night and a pleasant good evening.

Pleasant good evening?

What's wrong with those people?

Don't they know the danger they're in? If they do, they sure aren't talking.

a word about the dam and that explanation for the blackout.

Generator problems up the line.

The city's covering up, Ron.

We'll just have to escalate. Hold on now. How far are we going to go? You

the possible consequences, same as us.

Just as you know, this is more than a game. This is revenge.

I think a little confusion is called for.

I'll need your help, Ellie.

Bart?

Let's give them a phony suspect.

What for?

Because I can see the way things are going. It's going to take some time to

them into our ultimate trap.

The only thing I don't understand is how did the manual control get turned?

Yeah, the manual control. That one's got me stumped, too.

Yeah, must have been a computer error.

After all, what else could it be, Lieutenant?

What's it doing?

It's ready for new programming.

They released it, so to speak.

Maybe the other city computers are back, too.

Well, we could be back in business.

I wonder why they let us back in.

You just start running those checks on who they might be, all right?

I'll get on with it. But you guys better settle down to wait. This can take some

time.

Collapsed on a blank.

It's like we made the whole thing up. Suddenly the whole city is back to

Yeah, except that somebody has promised to kill a lot of people unless the city

pays a ransom of $10 million, right?

Boy here.

Be right there.

Nabish has something.

And here he is.

The best computer man of them all.

Meet Georgos Makropoulos.

According to the brand here, he's the biggest computer thief on the West

Former head of computers at Carnegie Labs, arrested in 1980.

Switching a half million dollars of his bank's money to his personal account,

this guy's crashed enough systems to make the Guinness Book of Records. He's

yours, Curtis. All you gotta do is find him. All right, well, I'm gonna need a

list of his hangouts and his habits, everything. The works, right?

We'll print out right over there.

Good.

Well, looks like we're finally getting someplace.

Perfect suspect dropped in our laps.

Yeah.

Right in our laps.

I like being undercover, Walter.

Still, don't you think I could have been a little more stylish?

This is a convention of computer experts we're going to, Otto.

Not rock stars.

And do you really think some of them may be involved in what's happening to

those poor municipal computers?

I think it's too much of a coincidence to ignore.

Yes. Acropolis is the perfect suspect.

Possibly too perfect.

I know what you mean.

Now that the police computer's been penetrated, not even I fully trust it.

Not until you go through it with a fine -tooth comb.

Now remember, play it cool.

I'd better improve my disguise.

Cursor? No.

Thank you. It's good to see you again.

Otto, cut it out.

I can't be rude. Do you want me to ignore my friends?

I want them to ignore you.

Very well, but you might miss some vital information.

I'll bite. Why?

You want to know about the computer experts here, don't you?

Who would know more about such experts than their very creations?

that makes sense.

Can you try to stay inconspicuous?

You won't even know I'm here.

Hi, good to see you again.

Who's your friend?

Oh, just someone interested in games.

Wally, I'd like you to meet Ron Tilson. Ron, this is Walter Nebaker. Wally's an

old friend of mine.

Your name.

It's familiar.

You may know me from some of my games.

No, seems to meet with something else.

Oh, Walter.

Excuse me.

He knows you from something else. Now, Ron, come on. If he suspects... Stay

calm, Bart.

Presence of mind is a necessity for winning any game.

Well, I don't know if I want to win this game.

Not considering what it may cost.

Bart? Bart isn't really working with us anymore, is he?

No.

I'm afraid not.

The creator of the Air Raiders game is out, too.

He's a family man who spends all of his spare time on the phone to Massachusetts

talking to his wife.

Then you drew a blank.

Walter, I don't draw blanks. Then you did find something.

Try this.

I talked to one of my best friends, Zaxon, and he tells me that the woman

call Ellie has been acting strangely.

How? She's been in close contact with the creators of Cherry Bomb and 30 Ski

Patrol.

Johnston and Tilson.

Damn. I wish I could remember how I know Tilson.

Walter, this one's for you.

Nebuchadnezzar. Wally, you better get over here right away. Your computer's

crazy again.

You mean it's printing more demands?

And a threat, Wally.

The blackmailers are saying hundreds of people will go down in flames.

Tell the captain I'm closer to home than to headquarters.

I'll go there to try to decipher it.

Time could be against us.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

This has got to be it.

Go down in flames.

International Airport, the air traffic control computer.

Walter, if they've tampered with that... Thousands of lives are let in and out

of those narrow flight corridors every minute of the day.

Chief, I think I have it.

L .A. International Airport, the flight traffic control computer.

We'll get right on it. Thanks, kid.

This may be the most important thing you've ever come up with.

I'll meet you out at the airport.

No, you won't. You stay right at that machine of yours.

Locking them up was my job.

Finding out what kind of a madman or crazy group was behind this thing is

Yes, sir.

I'll get back on it.

All ready to go, Walter.

I thought I might put on the apparel of a flight commander to help me blend in

with the airport crowd.

I should look smashing, just like John Wayne in The High and the Mighty.

It just wastes a lot of power for nothing.

We're both grounded, at least temporarily.

Get a reading and see how low this cloud bank is going. I'd love to see a little

bit of Los Angeles before we touch down the runway.

LA Tower, this is Transglobal 61.

We are six minutes out over Palm Springs.

Requesting ceiling information.

The ceiling is 1 ,500 feet and closing fast, but you should be able to make it

in.

The high and the mighty. A wonderful old film, Walter. The way John Wayne gets

all those people down from certain death.

Otto,

this is it.

The feedback on Johnston and Tilton.

Ronald L. Tilton, graduate MIT.

Ryan advanced think tank for computer technology and... Oh, no.

What is it? Master programming consultant for the Urban Technological

Otto, that's where I heard his name.

He master programmed four cities. He was flying high right up until he took on

Los Angeles.

He was dismissed on charges of massive spending overrides.

Nothing criminal was proven.

Sounds like a pretty prime suspect.

How do we find him?

We find him by finding the guy that introduced him, Bart Johnston.

He gave me his card.

Hello? Hello, Bart, this is Walter Nebeker.

Oh, yeah, hello, Wally.

How about getting together today sometime?

Ah, no, no, I'm, uh... I'm gonna be kind of busy, Wally.

Well, no, I won't be staying for the end of the computer show.

What happened?

Well, something came up, you know. I've got to leave town, unexpected business.

Hold on.

He sounds a little odd.

Perhaps you rattled him.

I don't think I had anything to do with it. He says he's leaving town, something

sudden.

What are you doing?

I'll handle it.

Bart, this is Special Agent Mann, Federal Computer Crime Section.

Federal? I wouldn't leave town if I were you.

Not until we have a chance to talk to Ron Tilson.

Oh, and if you know anything about the tampering with the airport flight

computer, this would be your last chance to speak to us about it.

Well, I don't know what you guys are talking about, flight control computers.

Well, I'm glad to hear that, Bart. I'd hate to think you were involved with

murder. Look, I've got to go, all right? I'm late.

Well, I'll leave you a number that you can reach me any time of the day or

should you come up with anything that you think might be of help to us.

Okay, just a second.

Okay, give it to me.

555 -2413.

Okay.

Well, we've been here all day, and so far it's just business as usual.

All systems are working fine, Captain, and I sure can't say I'm sorry about

that. Well, let's hope they stay that way.

If Wally said the flight control computers were sabotaged, Captain, then

what they are.

Yeah, but how and when is the trouble going to show up? I'll tell you

You know, we'd all be a lot better off if they still had men on the runways

waving the planes down with little flags.

It's flight commander time.

I should blend in quite well with the airport crowd.

Don't I look wonderful in my outfit from the high and the mighty? Yeah, great,

Otto, but we have more pressing things to deal with right now.

Hello? Roxanne?

Roxanne, he can't call off the alert.

I know I'm right about the airport.

Try and stall him a little longer. We're on our way.

Me and you -know -who.

Boyd's getting ready to pack it in at the airport.

Everything's been going smooth all day.

Walter, doesn't he realize I'm never wrong?

The point is nothing is wrong where we told them it would be wrong. I'd better

have a look.

What are you doing?

Intercepting air traffic's radar signals.

Is that legal?

Radar signals are just like radio and television signals, Walter. They're out

there in the air for anyone to see or feel. And they're right.

Everything looks and sounds perfectly normal.

You're doing fine, North American 48.

Continue your approach on runway 1 -8.

Roger, LAX. This is North American 4 -8.

We are an ILS approach.

We are four minutes from touchdown.

This stuff is so thick he could use it to ice a cake.

Are we still above minimums?

Well, it's going to be close, but the tower says we can make it.

Yeah, still needs dropping, but we should be able to make it in before they

to close down.

That'll be Roxanne.

She can pass the word to the captain.

Hello, Wally?

Yeah, Bart.

It's Johnston.

Wally, it's just like you said. They're going to bring down a couple of

passenger liners.

How? We've checked everything. The flight control computer is working

No, no, it only looks that way.

It's been programmed to place four miles in between two incoming jets.

I don't understand.

The radar screens will show the planes four miles apart when they're really

coming together on the same course.

What about the radar on board the plane?

Pass it to me, Wally. This man is a genius.

Every signal in the area is being altered, all right?

Everything is going to look normal, but those planes are on the same course.

Which planes?

The 8 o 'clock, Wally.

It all kicks in at 8 o 'clock.

Bart, that's less than four minutes from now.

Look, Wally, I've got to go.

I'm being followed.

They're going to kill me.

Who, Bart?

Is it Tilson?

You just save those people, Wally.

It's too late for me.

North American 4A, we are two minutes from touchdown.

What do we do, Otto?

We simply take out the four -mile interval between the incoming aircraft

what the screen looks like.

Oh, my God.

Is that what I think it is?

Sure is, Walter.

Those two flights are coming in on the same path.

We'll call the tower.

The tower has to go by what they see on the radar.

No. We've got to get to one of those captains and give him something to look

he won't ignore.

That's it.

We're taking the next flight back to Waikiki.

This is North American 48 on final descent into L .A. You're doing fine,

American 48.

Continue your approach on runway 18.

Roger. North American 48 making final descent onto runway 18.

L .A. Tower, this is Transglobal 61.

We're at 1 ,500 feet. We're making our final descent to runway 18,

and we're dropping in.

Hey, what's that coming in next to us on our radar? I don't know. It can't be

anybody crowding in this close.

Must be a simultaneous approach to runway 17.

Sure. Well, they're probably trying to get them in before they close the

airport, huh?

I don't know. That's awful close.

This is Transglobal 621 to Tower.

You got anybody right on top of us in this soup?

Negative, Global.

The nearest traffic is two miles ahead of you. Well, there's something wrong up

here, I'll tell you that.

Why can't the pilots see what's happening?

They're still too far apart, and they trust the tower.

Oh, my God. What's that?

This can't sit.

They're heading right for each other.

We've got to get them to change course.

Hey, there's something coming in on our left side here. Get to the left side.

Look ahead, Skipper.

God! Pull up! Repeat!

Pull up! Pull up! Pull up!

What kind of screw -up was that?

Putting three of us in the same airspace.

I don't know, but that last guy just saved our lives.

In fact, he saved about five of our lives.

Buck, you're out of danger now.

But what was that other plane?

Oh, whatever it was, he saved a lot of lives.

You better close down operations. The computer is bollocks. If we went for

mystery jet, those other two would have hit.

The throttle's stuck.

Oh, my... What's that guy doing?

He can't help himself, Walter. A computer has control of the car's vital

function.

We've got to get the driver out of there.

Otto, it's Bart Johnson.

What's he doing here?

I don't know, Walter.

Someone wants him dead.

I'm fine. We have ourselves a suspect.

Someone rigged the automatic systems in his car to kill him.

Someone who knows how to misuse a computer.

Officer Nebucher?

Doctor, I'm Officer Nebucher. I brought in the man you have in the police ward.

Mr. Johnston's condition is serious but stable. He's sustained severe injuries

to both his head and chest.

Is he conscious?

Not yet. I doubt if you'll be able to talk to him for at least 48 hours. 48

hours? Who knows what could have happened by then?

I'm sorry.

Young man, you better get some rest.

The doctor's right, Wally. You've got to get some sleep.

In fact, with the airport out of commission, the mayor is seriously

paying the ransom.

But he can't. Others will be encouraged to try this same thing. He knows that,

Wally, but he also knows what a miracle it is that nobody's been killed so far.

If only there was something more Otto and I could do.

Who?

Nothing. I was just thinking of... Nothing.

I want to go back to the hotel where the computer game convention is being held.

But first you'll have to make yourself more presentable again.

The

registration

computer indicates that Johnson's room is 923.

Let's take a look at this new game Johnson's working on. We don't need to

about that now. Let's look at this.

I don't know, Walter.

This new game looks like an Energizer ray.

This new technology could be damaging to my molecules.

These phone numbers are familiar.

Look at the colors after them.

Yeah, they are familiar.

Let me check them out.

Walter, it's just as we suspected.

These are the numbers of the entire municipal computer system.

Johnston is one of the blackmailers.

Why was he almost killed?

Bart?

Shh. Bart?

Shh.

Hold on. What do we do?

The only thing we can do, Walter, hide.

Bart?

Bart?

Bart, are you here?

Bart, are you here?

I told you he wasn't. I could have sworn I heard voices.

Must have been somebody's TV.

There's no way Johnston's at the hotel.

How can you be so sure?

Because a good game player takes appropriate action, Ellie.

That's just what I've done.

What kind of action?

Let's just say, in order to win, sometimes it's necessary to sacrifice a

You're even more ruthless than I thought.

I worked like hell on this city's damn computer system, Ellie.

Two years setting up the controls in the Department of Electrical Services

alone.

What did it get me?

Fired. Charged with embezzlement.

I lost my job, my family.

What the hell is that?

The chicks I bought over were spotted.

It's a friend of Wally.

Friend of mine, I look at him.

I don't know how I did it, but that's another hologram.

A game.

One of the beauties of my design is that game or not, there's sometimes when I

can be a real friend just by touching certain things.

In other words, you're under arrest.

As for you, young lady... No!

If you are game, maybe this will have some effect on you.

Oh,

no, look at that.

Talk about desperate.

Walter, I wouldn't laugh if I were you.

Hey, I felt that.

Let's get out of here.

How can this be?

That gun is of my world.

It fires an electronic beam that disrupts my molecules.

Hang on, Otto.

There must be something I can do.

I need more strength to heal the disruption.

More power.

Thank you, Walter.

Let's go.

Never test them now. Walter, you have remarkable faith in elevators, but you

seem to forget the computers that run them are my friends.

Kartik, this is Auto Man. Roger.

Would you mind doing me a small favor?

My pleasure.

What's going on? It was Speed Express.

Maybe you hit the wrong button.

Thank you, Cossack.

Yes, the headquarters, Otto. I'll do the rest.

Sure, you can do that.

But our next move is already programmed.

With or without us, it's going to take out a lot of people. And there's nothing

you can do to stop it.

my time, but this guy Tilson is cold.

Didn't you get anywhere with him?

Oh, I wouldn't say that. He offered us a deal. We release him, and he's going to

call off the next disaster.

Maybe.

Some deal. How about Ellie?

She shouldn't be as hard a nut to crack.

Ellie, she doesn't know anything. She told us that Tilson just said that this

would be his big surprise for all those who would hurt him.

What I don't understand is why Tilson needed her or Johnston.

I mean, after all, he's the one with all the knowledge of the computer system.

But not of the whole system.

Only the part he set up.

So, Johnson and the girl never worked on any of the others.

But they're computer game pros.

They have the kinds of minds that respond to a challenge like that.

By putting their talents together, the three of them could figure out almost

anything. Of course the three of us could say that. Now make that four, will

you? Lieutenant!

Curtis, where the hell have you been? On the long, long trail of Markopoulos.

But there is no Markopoulos.

Tilson created him as a computer construct, an imaginary suspect.

Well, he also created a very neat little runaround. I've been everywhere. I wind

up in the men's room in a bar in East L .A., including the graffiti as

Markopoulos' name and a telephone number.

Okay, I'll bite. Whose number is it?

Right here.

You're kidding.

The main line, right to the police station, right here.

Hold it.

Tilson set up a false trail so it would bring Lieutenant Curtis back here. Why

would he do that?

Unless this big surprise is here, too.

Now, wait a minute. Hold on. Are you saying that we are Tilson's targets?

Yeah, that's exactly what they're saying.

The terrible thing is it all makes sense.

Captain, we're locked in. What?

The security system's gone haywire. The locks are jammed closed on all the

doors, windows, you name it.

I should have known.

The whole system is on one computer now.

Why would you want to trap us?

Wally.

Wally, could Tilson blow us up with a computer?

Only if he'd control the bomb.

I want the bomb squad in my office now!

How much time do we have?

They gave us till 3 a .m. We have 15 minutes to search this entire building.

There's no way.

We need help.

We've got all the help we're going to get.

Maybe not.

What took you so long?

You got 15 minutes to find a bomb big enough to blow up this building?

I thought you'd never call.

We have a problem.

A bomb. It could kill every living thing in this building, and we can't find it.

Walker, any luck?

No, sir. All right. We got less than five minutes left. I suggest we head for

the floor of the basement.

I'll round up the captain and Roxanne. I'll meet you there, okay?

I'll be seeing you, Otto.

I hope.

It's been nice knowing you.

If I don't... Wait a minute.

Don't you want to disarm the bomb?

How can I disarm the bomb if I can't find it?

I know where it is. Come on, quickly.

Otto, experts have covered every inch of this building, including the bomb

squad. How could you possibly know where it is without even looking?

I can feel it.

Elevator? Good evening, Otto, ma 'am.

I have less than two minutes to live.

I know because I programmed you, and I know you don't have sensors for

explosives. No, but I do personally communicate with every computer in this

building, with the exception of one.

One minute and counting, Otto.

We're here.

Where?

This is the bomb squad floor.

Exactly.

Do you remember the bomb Lieutenant Curtis told us they found at the Strip

nightclub the night the computer first blacked out half the city?

Otto, they've already disconnected the timer on that bomb.

Find it, and I think we'll find that beneath the crude timing device and

underneath the plastic explosive is a very nasty little microchip that's

out vibrations you wouldn't believe.

Yes, I can feel them.

Fifteen seconds, Walter. Otto, for God's sake.

We've got ten seconds, Walter. Merge with me quickly. Let's hope for the

Nine, eight.

Now, let's see if we can find that wicked little chip.

This is no time for guessing. We're down to five seconds.

Four, three, two... You naughty boy.

What do you think of that, Walter?

I guess it's not easy to be a hero when you haven't been programmed that way.

It's working now.

All systems are go.

How about the other computers?

Well, they should be fine. So at last, everything's really back to normal.

Not quite.

I still have more questions than Tilton had targets, Nebisher.

And that's a lot of questions.

Well, if there's anything you need me to fill in for you... Yes, there is.

Number one...

How did you know where the bomb was and nobody else could find it? Number two,

how did you know what kind of a detonator was hidden inside that bomb

own bomb squad missed that little point? And number three, how could you

possibly disassemble it without blowing it and the rest of us to smithereens?

Beginner's luck?