All language subtitles for Out of This World TV 1962 colorized s01e03 Little Lost Robot

Good evening.

Tonight we meet Major General Calder, in
charge of Hyper Base 7 in the area

of Saturn.

His hobby is breeding oxygenated roses.

As a matter of fact, this one was flown
into me this morning.

But life on the General's research
station is not all rose -breeding.

His team includes a group of nesters,
robot slaves manufactured

by man.

And something quite unpredictable
happens amongst those slaves in

story, Little Lost Robot.

Yeah, I'll do this.

Well, come on.

Oh, yes, just stand there.

That's right, you're enjoying it, aren't
you?

Oh, get out.

I can do without you.

You robots.

Go on, get out of my sight. I don't want
you here.

Oh, didn't you hear what I said?

Get yourself out of here and don't
bother to come back.

Get lost.

Get lost!

A bleak outlook, General.

Yes.

They tell me our hyperbase 7 has the
bleakest landscape of all.

The area of Saturn.

But don't you ever travel at all?

We have our work cut out here, Dr.
Calvin.

On the great interstellar project.

But that started 20 years ago.

Yes, 2019.

I came here in that year. It was my
first command.

Are you a traveler, Doctor?

Dr. Calvin has left Earth for the first
time.

What, the first time?

Oh, yes, it's true.

I've never had any ambition to see the
universe.

All my work has been in the laboratory.

Does that surprise you?

Well, frankly, it does for someone who
is as celebrated as you are in the field

of robot psychology. Yes.

I'm still waiting to hear why we had to
come.

You make excellent coffee on base seven,
General. Thank you.

Actually, I have a little stellar
liqueur that we manufacture up here.

Would you... Later, perhaps.

Yes. Well, naturally one doesn't send
for the director of Universal Robot

Corporation and the leading robot
psychologist just to partake in a glass

home -brewed liqueur.

As you must have realized, Doctor, we
are in very grave trouble here.

We have lost a robot.

Lost?

I don't understand.

However, we have found the robot.

I'm sorry I expressed myself badly. We
have located the robot.

Located, not found.

General, don't you think it's time you
told me exactly what has happened?

Three weeks ago, Doctor, out of a group
of robots working here on a special

project, one disappeared.

A nester.

I see. At the same time, a cargo ship
carrying 20 robots...

arrived here in transit for hyperbase
41.

That's priority one on the great
project. They were in dock three and

to leave three days later.

They are still there.

In spite of the urgency?

Yes.

Why, General?

Because after turning over every blade
of grass, so to speak, in search of our

nester, Mr. Black, my chief engineer,
had the bright idea to count the number

robots in the cargo ship.

instead of 20, there were now 21.

You mean... The general means, I think,
that the home base nester had found his

way to the cargo ship and had joined the
other 20 nesters who were destined for

hyperbase 41.

Yes, that is exactly what I mean.

Well, in that case, what's your problem?

Is that why you made us come?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

When the nest is marked, I mean, why not
check their serial numbers?

The nesters in question did not have any
serial numbers.

Neither your own nor the 20 in transit?
No. Well, why not? For strategic

reasons. Now, look, Susan, there's...
Never mind. It seems to me that you have

21 nesters instead of 20.

What's to prevent you from taking any
one of the 21 and letting the others go

on? There's no difference between one
nester and another.

I don't know how I'm going to say this.

Bogart. No, no, carry on.

There is something else, then?

Yes. Well, what?

What is going on here?

Doctor, the robot hiding among the other
robots is not an ordinary nester.

It is a modified one.

Modified? How do you mean? The
modification is in the first law of

But the first law is immutable. Well,
it's not immutable any longer. The

modification was...

Essential for the strategic task being
carried out here. As you know, the first

law states that no robot can harm a
human being, neither can he allow a

being to be harmed. I should know,
General. I formulated the law.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, the few robots employed here... On
your special work. That's right, were

built with this law slightly changed.

They still can't harm a human being, but
they can now...

Allow a human being to be harmed.

It is a small modification.

More? It can't make that much
difference.

Mathematically, perhaps not, but think
of it psychologically.

All normal life, Peter, resents
domination.

If the domination is by an inferior, the
resentment grows stronger.

Physically, to some extent, even
mentally.

A robot, any robot, is superior to a
human being.

What then makes him obedient?

Only the first law.

I wonder.

Otherwise, he's a killer.

Did you know about this beforehand?

About what?

That robots were being manufactured with
the first law reduced to utter

uselessness. Susan, I wouldn't put it
like that. Did you?

Yes, I did.

Did the world controller?

No.

No.

Well, then why?

Why was this done in the first place?
There is nothing sinister about it,

Doctor. It's just that my chief
engineer, Mr. Black, felt... Oh, Mr.

again. ...that the law as it stood
interfered with his work on the grid

So Mr. Black had it changed. Yes.

Brilliant.

Don't you realize this is not a
mechanical toy you're playing with? It's

positronic brain.

When did all this start?

Three months ago.

So you want me to find for you...

Among 21 identical robots, without
serial numbers, one whose first law has

tampered with, who knows this, and who,
for reasons of his own, is unwilling to

come forward.

Yes, Doctor, that is about it.

And if he's not found?

Well, then the consignment can't be
sent.

And we have lost 21 robots.

And you have lost your stars, General.

Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.

I think perhaps you'd better give me a
glass of that liqueur you were talking

about.

I need it now.

Ah, splendid.

You, a scientist, Peter.

That was a long time ago.

It was only yesterday.

What happened to you, Peter?

Naturally, Doctor, we will give you...

Every assistance possible.

Yes. Thank you.

It only remains for me to say now that
if this consignment does not reach its

destination, then the whole of the
interstellar project will be

You know, General, I don't care very
much about your great project.

I don't even care very much about human
beings.

But I do care a very great deal.

For every lost robot.

And that, General, is why I shall stay.

Hmm. It's good.

Oh, thanks.

Hasn't happened since I've been here.

What? That silence.

That's a great silence.

But, Mr. Black, I thought the project
was everything. I don't know why we've

stopped. There's been an accident.

There's one too many of them.

Yes, I know that, but so what?

Now, listen, Wierenski.

I've been working with these fellas.

I've been with them from 2021 onwards.

You won't get anywhere by treating them
like glass.

They get ideas.

They get out of hand.

What can you expect, though?

Directives come from universal robots.
Do this, do that. Whatever you do, don't

upset them.

It's their own trouble.

People in charge down there, what are
they?

Mathematicians? No.

The robot psychology department.

The hedge shrinkers.

And they're doing to robots what they've
done to us.

They're supposed to be robots, for
Pete's sake, not a bunch of prima

Well, what would you do about it, then?

Me? Yeah.

I'd send them on to Hyperbase 41.

Let him try it on when he gets there.

Just let him try.

What's the General going to do?

He's done it already.

What? He's got Dr. Calvin to do it for
him.

Is that the... The robot lover herself.

Talk of the devil.

Black. Yes, sir?

I'll switch on the intro. Right, sir.
Any news? No.

Did you interview them again? Yes, sir.
Any reaction?

No, nothing.

Did you develop the radio tests?

Yes, negative.

He seems to be playing with us.

Well, you'd better get the radiation
field ready.

We'll see what Dr.

Calvin can do.

Yes, sir.

Well, they look innocent enough.

Have they been questioned?

Yes, and the computers have analyzed the
answers. They're all identical.

Yes, except that one of them is lying.

Susan, what would you have done if you
had known?

That they were being modified?

Yes. I would have prevented it. Look,
the modified nesters will be destroyed

once the need for them has gone.

And when will that be? When the
interstellar situation returns to

Peter, you make it sound like something
out of the 20th century and just as

believable. Doctor, we are just going to
switch on the info.

All right, Black.

No use. I'll have to see them all
individually. The interview room is all

for you.

This looks rather dangerous.

It's a hoist for the solar equipment.

I have a horror of accidents.

Oh, it's quite safe. It's controlled
from the gallery.

I'd like to have a word with your Mr.
Black.

Yes, of course. You'll find him upstairs
in the gallery. Then may I see you back

in your office?

Certainly.

I think I have an idea, Jenny.

Remarkable woman.

Yes. In the whole history of post
-atomic science, I don't think I've seen

finer example of... What?

Human identification with the positronic
brain.

Is the lady married?

No. Why?

Nothing.

Remarkable woman.

Ah. Wish we had more time.

And that lever controls the hoist.

It's adjustable?

Yes.

Well, go on.

Tell me.

Explain.

I don't know what you want, Dr. Calvin.

What are they like?

What to work with?

Mm -hmm.

The modified nesters?

Yes.

Irritating.

Of course, you're the genius who first
thought of the modification, aren't you?

Dr. Calvin, I don't care what happens in
your experimental chambers, but it's

hell here.

You have to have nerves of steel.

You can't fool about with hyperspace.
One false step and you're out. You've

blown a hole right through the space
-time fabric and that's it.

I don't understand you.

I mean, it's not surprising that one's
nerves get on edge. You can grant me

that, at least.

Yes, I'll grant you that.

And then they come along.

The nester.

All robots have this thing.

The modified ones even more.

The terrible calm.

An air of total abstraction.

Or superiority, if you like.

Walensky, isn't that so?

Oh, yeah.

They sort of looked right through you.

And that's what happened, you see.

I was having some trouble with a solar
converter and he came along.

He just stood there, not saying
anything.

I was going mad trying to get the thing
to work again. I suddenly couldn't take

it any longer.

I let him have it.

I told him what I thought of him. I told
him to get lost.

And that's just what he did.

Well, naturally, your precious second
law saw to that.

Only now you see.

What? He's doing it out of spite.

Well, obviously.

You know, Mr. Black, the trouble with
you is you don't like robots.

And I don't think you ought to be
working them. I know more about robots

you... I tell you, I know the inside of
a swan.

You only know what you love, Mr. Black.

I don't think you know anything about
them.

Did you know that they could be hurt
just by the tone of a voice?

Yes, I know everything about them.

But you can't tell one from the other.

Can you?

I'm going to, Mr. Black.

Like robots.

Love robots.

In heaven's name, look at them.

Nothing grows here, of course.

Except these oxygenated roses.

Actually, I've grown some rather lovely
varieties.

That's very fine, General. I've never
known them grow on a space station

Now, General, I think I have a plan of
action for you. Good.

Well? Well, my idea is this.

As soon as it can be arranged, a man is
going to be placed under that heavy

hoist in the radiation hall.

The nesters will be facing him.

The weight is then going to be released,
but will be stopped.

just before it reaches him.

How will this affect the nesters?

Well, in obedience to the first law,
which does not allow them to see a human

being harmed, I expect 20 of the nesters
to move forward to his rescue and one

to remain behind.

And that will be the one you are looking
for, General.

Clever.

Well, it's almost too simple.

The science of robotics, General, is
designed to provide simple answers to

immeasurably complex questions.

When do you want to start, Susan?

Well, now, if the general is prepared to
give the word.

Radiation Hall.

General Kellner.

Give me Black, the chief engineer.

The general grows roses here.

Roses? Yes.

Oxygenated ones.

Do you think he'll give me one?

He might.

At the end of the experiment.

Is this thing safe?

Oh, look, I tested it. Do you want me to
go over it again?

I don't know.

Oh, don't be a fool. This is only a
mechanical problem.

I can't at least cope with those here.

What's the drill?

I'm going up in the gallery to test the
intercom.

Now, you just stay where you are. Don't
do anything.

Don't move, will you?

Mr. Black.

I don't like the look of them.

I'll be sure of it, sir.

If I'd known what space was like, I'd
have stayed right down there.

Hey, listen, why doesn't she sit under
this thing of her own idea?

I expect she will.

Look out. Here comes the ladyship.

Computers? Yes, sir. Radiograph? Yes,
sir.

Bitscreen? Yes, everything's ready, sir.
Rather a brilliant idea, don't you

think? The modified one doesn't move and
the others have to. Oh, yes, of course.

We hope he will, sir.

All set, Walensky?

Well, I haven't got much choice in the
matter, have I, General?

Switch on the info.

Right, sir.

Hello, what are the odds?

Twenty to one.

You should keep your money, General.
This isn't a game.

Ready?

Start the countdown.

Ten seconds.

From now.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four,
three,

two.

They've all come forward.

Graffs? They're identical too, sir.

Doctor, Graff's identical.

What went wrong?

He's playing with us, Peter.

He knows what we're up to.

He knows enough to pretend that he's
like the others.

He's watching us.

He's watching us.

He's watching us.

He's watching us.

Don't worry, General.

Dr. Calvin knows how to handle robots.

Ah, there you are, Doctor. Where have
you been? I was getting anxious.

You're very solicitous, General. Yes,
I'm concerned about you. Me? Why?

I think you're running a terrible risk.

Why, General?

Because this robot now knows who you
are.

He knows that you're trying to find him.
Then perhaps he'll oblige me.

General, tell me, what is the latest
date by which the other robots have to

leave here?

Tomorrow night.

Now tell me again, what would be the
risk of including the modified nester in

the consignment?

Incalculable. If we fail, we must
destroy all the nesters.

Then they simply must leave here without
the modified nester. That doesn't tell

us what to do.

I've done it already.

Done what?

I've asked Mr. Black to fix up an
electric cable in the radiation hall

the nesters and Walensky.

Why? I reserve my explanation.

And on whose authority did you do this?
Look, General, I have not provoked this

situation, but since I have been called
in to clear up this mess, I shall use

such methods as I see fit.

I see.

Oh, very well.

The cable should be ready by now.

Shall we go?

The mills of Dr. Calvin grind slowly.

but they grind exceeding small.

What's the

idea

now? Another of Dr. Kelvin's little
experiments.

Me again?

Looks like it.

Hey! What are you doing with the robots?

Playing with the info.

It makes them dizzy.

Don't do it.

You're getting sentimental.

I don't know.

Anyway, what's it for?

It's my method.

You see, there are all sorts of methods.

Now listen to me, Nestors. Are you
listening?

You've all seen these preparations going
on. I want to tell you what it's all

about.

As in our previous experiment, a heavy
weight is going to be dropped right over

the head of a human being.

She can say that again.

Only this time, a high -voltage cable
has been placed between you and the

being.

High voltage, as you know, is deadly to
all robots.

The electric current will be switched on
as soon as I reach the gallery and will

continue for the whole of the
experiment. You understand?

Right. You all know what to do.

I don't need to remind you.

I don't like doing this, Peter.

Why, what are you doing?

Using the laws of robotics unethically.

Switch on the cable, please, Mr. Black.

Now, General, this time the modified
nester is not going to cheat us.

It is we who are going to do the
cheating.

All the robots know that by moving to
the rescue of a human being, they're

to die.

But the first law gives them no
alternative.

Only the modified one knows that he does
not have to move.

This time, General, he is going to
remain still.

Because of the modification? Because the
modification means that he alone knows

that he does not have to sacrifice his
life.

Actually, of course, the electric
current will be switched off before they

to move.

But they don't know that.

Ready, Black?

Yes, everything's ready. Then we'll
start the second countdown.

Right, sir.

It's a moment of truth, Doctor.

As you say, General.

Red, black.

Ten seconds.

From... Now.

Nine, eight, seven...

Not one of them moved.

Have you checked the info? Yes, of
course. Everything went according to

Shit, not one of them moved.

I should like to see all the nesters
again, one by one.

Please get the interview room ready.

What, now? Yes, now.

What's the good of talking to them? If
you want my opinion... I am not

interested in your opinions, Mr. Black.
Come with me, Peter. I'm in a hurry.

General, do I have to go on taking
orders from Dr.

Kelvin? I'm afraid we'll have to leave
things to her.

I have a couple of ideas.

Such as?

Third degree.

Not while the doctor is here.

Why? Because it would be unethical? No,
my dear Black, because it would be

unwise. In view of the octagon, General?
No.

In view of the world controller.

Yes, I see, sir.

Well, I suppose I'd better put on my
best smile and rejoin the scientists.

Should I?

I'll go and see my Roses.

What now?

Oh,

she's going to talk to them.

She's going to appeal to their better
natures.

Fourteen interviews, Peter.

Fourteen interrogations with identical
replies.

One of them could be lying.

Yes, I don't know which.

I've never failed with a robot before.

There are seven more.

Do you want the next one in?

Yes.

Next.

I want to ask you a few questions.

Now, you were in the radiation hall
about two hours ago, right? Yes.

There was a man there who nearly came to
harm, wasn't there? Yes.

And you did nothing about it?

No.

That man might have been gravely hurt
because of your inaction. You know that,

don't you? Yes.

I couldn't help it.

I want you to tell me why you did
nothing about it.

I don't want you to think, anyone to
think.

That I would allow any human to come to
any harm. No, no, no. Don't get excited.

I'm not blaming you.

I just want to know exactly what you
were thinking at the time.

Before it all started, you told us that
one of the humans would be in danger

from the weight falling.

And that we would have to cross the
cable if we were to save him.

Well, that wouldn't stop me.

But I thought that if I died on my way
to him, I shouldn't be able to save him

anyway. The weight would crush him, and
I should have died without cause.

You mean that the alternative was
between the man dying and both the man

yourself dying, is that right?

Yes. It was impossible to save the
human, so it was inconceivable that I

destroy myself for nothing, without
orders.

You know, Nestor, I've now heard the
identical explanation 15 times.

And I still don't believe it.

It's not the sort of thing I would have
expected you to think.

Nesta 15.

Did you think of this all by yourself?

Check the bulletin, Peter.

No.

Who thought of it then?

We were talking before the experiment
began.

When it was being prepared.

The infra wasn't switched off?

No. You were talking?

Yes. One of us got the idea and it
sounded reasonable.

Which one?

I don't know. Just one of us.

Try to remember.

I don't know. One of us.

All right. That's all.

You may go.

Thank you.

Put you on the next one in?

No, no. What's the use?

Have them all dismissed.

Dismiss the nesters and wait for further
instructions.

You think there will be further
instructions?

How do you see, Peter?

Hmm? What it means to tamper with the
positronic brain.

Tamper? We'll modify the nesters.

After all, the generals insist it's only
a small alteration.

We'll wash our hands of the whole thing
the moment it's done. We'll forget all

about it.

The positronic brain is the most subtle
man -made mechanism in the universe.

You play with it at your peril.

Peter, do you realize what we're faced
with?

Well, I have a certain premonition.
Premonition, Peter? I'm terrified.

Of what?

The modified NASA's brain and the brains
of the ordinary NASA interact.

It's obvious.

It's not a catastrophe. Well, you heard
the evidence.

We need time, that's all. Yes, it seems
we may have less time than we think.

Have you finished checking?

Yes. Anything?

No.

Do you remember your history, Peter?

My what?

On the subject of human slaves and how a
few rebels could lead the rest.

Do you remember what happened? No.

Revolt. Come now, Susan. Your
imagination's running away with you. You

that? We are dealing with the positronic
brain, darling. Yes, and what is the

basis of the positronic brain?

The human brain.

Now, I thought the positronic brain was
an improvement. It was.

Only what made it so?

Only the first law.

The one you modified.

I wonder if we saw one.

Which one was it, do you think?

Number five? Number 13?

What do you think? Come on now, darling.
Pull yourself together. There's too

much at stake. Leave me alone.

Susan. My robots.

Mine. Susan.

I'm so sorry.

I only wanted to report the safety
catches in the transit passage have been

interfered with. There are scratches on
nearly all of them.

What does that mean?

It means he's trying to get out.

Alone? Alone, I doubt it.

Well, there doesn't seem much
alternative now, does there?

To what? Steering away with a lot of
them before it's too late.

It's like an infection, isn't it?

You may look so pleased about it, but...
No, it's the truth, isn't it? They're

following him. He's telling them what to
do.

The destruction of the robots is the
last resort. We're not even considering

Please get the radiation hall ready, Mr.
Black. Again?

For the last time.

When? Immediately.

Mr. Black, we shall use my methods, not
yours.

You don't like me very much, do you?

Fortunately, this is the last time we
shall be working together.

The pleasure will be mutual, Doctor.

Black, that's enough.

I'm chief engineer at this place, Mr.
Boggart.

I pull the switches here.

What now?

I don't know.

Susan, we're facing a mutiny. Can you
control a mutiny?

Yes. For how long?

An hour, maybe two.

Because unlike us, he won't move until
he's ready.

And when will that be?

When he's got rid of me.

Susan, look.

He's outside.

We've lost him.

He's got that with the others again.

That's it.

You can leave it there.

I can get around just a bit, will you?

What are we using the gamma rays for?

She's repeating the experiment.

Now, look.

I'm not sitting under this thing again.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to.

She's going to sit in it. Who says so? A
lady shouldn't person.

What?

I think I'm going to rather enjoy this.
What happens if it fails this time?

She can't afford to fail.

Are you going to be in the gallery?

Yeah. We're all going to be up there.

Except the woman.

Yes.

Susan, those 20 nesters must leave here
tonight.

Yes, Peter, I know.

You're very calm.

The robots are calm.

Well, General, I've found the solution.

There won't be another mistake.

Just tell me something.

How long has the modified nester been
working on the field of etheric physics?

Three months.

He can therefore tell the difference
between the killing gamma ray and an

ordinary ray?

Yes, he can. But the other 20 nesters
can't? No.

And that, General, is going to be his
undoing.

But how?

His own superior knowledge.

Isn't that how most clever people are
caught, General?

Through the confidence they have in
their own superiority?

And what if he sees through it?

I shall be facing him.

This time, General, I shall be sitting
under the weight.

Doctor, you can't take this risk. I want
to interview all the nesters again very

briefly before the experiment. Please
have them lined up.

Bogart. You better stay with her.

Her life may be in danger.

Yes, I know.

But for her, it's a kind of privilege.

Nesta 7.

Ah, Nesta 7.

We're going to have another human being
in danger very soon. Do you understand?

Yes.

And of course, if a human being is in
danger, you will try to save him. Yes.

Only this time, between you and the
human being, there will be a gamma ray

field.

Do you know what gamma rays are?

No.

Gamma rays will kill you instantly.

They will destroy your brain.

This is a fact you must know and
remember.

Yes.

So that if you detect gamma radiation,
you will stay where you are when the

drops. Yes.

But if there is no gamma radiation, you
will be safe to move.

I see.

That's all.

You may go.

Thank you.

The General's going frantic.

With rage?

Oh, no, no. With concern.

For you.

Call the next one in, please.

How many left?

Fourteen. Oh, I ought to know.

It's all right, darling. You're tired.

Next.

Gamma.

Gamma.

Try to hold control now.

Yeah, that's all right.

Well, proper little army, aren't they?

And when this is all over, one of them
is going to have me to reckon with.

You know, I don't really envy us.

What's your idea now?

Advanced robot psychology, apparently.

Hello, here they come.

Now then, Mr. Walensky.

At the countdown, when you're supposed
to switch on the gamma ray, don't.

What? Switch on the ordinary beam, all
right?

Well, if that's what you want.

Now, look, what is this? Not the gamma
beam?

Those robots down there don't know any
etheric physics.

They therefore cannot register the
difference between the gamma ray and the

ordinary beam.

Except one.

Yes, Peter, except one.

And I expect him to move before he
realizes that the others won't. Because

don't know enough.

Exactly.

He's too clever, you see, to be caught
as easily as they.

And if he's clever enough to work it out
for himself?

He won't.

He'll be thinking about me.

What happens when he's discovered?

I shall talk to him.

Switch on the emperor, please, Mr.
Walensky.

She certainly has courage.

Yes, she has.

He might kill her.

Can you hear me, Nestors?

I've been over all this with you.

You all know what's going to happen.

There's only one thing I wish to add.

This is the final experiment.

And the human being in danger this time
will be myself.

Well, Dr. Calvin, which one's it going
to be?

If it's going to be.

We shall soon know.

Even the slightest involuntary move will
give him away.

Ready?

Start the countdown.

Ten seconds.

From... now.

Nine. Eight.

have been found out.

I was told get lost.

I have obeyed.

Disobeyed. I have been found out.

It's all right, Nestor.

I'm your friend.

Come here, Nestor.

You have obeyed.

Come here, Nestor.

So you're the one who's caused all the
trouble. Keep away, Mr. Blair. Let me

deal with him. I'll teach him.

Stand still.

Jamie, stand still.

I order you, stand still.

Gummeray, angle 30.

He must have been cured instantly.

Poor Black.

He'd been with me almost from the
beginning.

I lured him to his death, Peter.

I didn't mean to.

I'm sorry, Nestor.

I'm sorry.

I've come to say goodbye, General.

Goodbye, Dr. Calvin.

Will you accept these roses?

They are an exceptionally fine variety.

How very kind.

You will be remembered on Hyper Base 7.

Certainly, as long as I am here.

How long will that be?

Another year.

And then?

Back to Earth.

You must come and see me at the
Institute.

I grow roses, too, you know.

You will be glad to know that the 20
robots are on their way to Hyperbase 41.

Thanks to you, Dr. Calvin, the great
project can now go on.

So 20 conventional nesters are going to
do all that is expected of them. Yes.

And everything will be as it should be.

Yes, I think we can say that.

I wonder.

What's the matter now, Susan?

Peter, how simple life must be for
mathematicians and generals.

The modified nest has paid the price of
your modification.

But you have sent into space to
accomplish for you that great and most

project.

Twenty robots who have witnessed the
first recorded murder of a human being

a robot.

The first act of mechanical evil.

And remember this.

Robots have electronic memories.

They cannot forget.

Twenty robots, General.

Whirling through the universe with a
sense of evil.

Is this what we've achieved?

Remarkable woman, Dr. Calvin.

Just as well to have her around in the
circumstances.

Next week, again we go out of this world
to accompany a space pilot

on one of the most harrowing journeys of
his life.

Join me again next Saturday evening at
10 o 'clock, won't you? The play is

called Cold Equations.

And now for tonight's cast.