All language subtitles for Kolchak s01e12 Mr. R.I.N.G.eng

Huh.

I don't know when exactly
I was in this office last.

In some ways,
it seems like I never left.

But, no, that's not right.

Well, for at least
a few days I was away-

far away in the hands
of men with no faces and no names.

They broke me down,
broke my story down,

telling me how it hadn't happened
the way I claimed.

A least I think
that's what they did...

between injections.

Memories fade fast enough
without chemical help,

but if I don't tell this story now,
I don't think I ever will.

And what was that date?

April 2, Sunday, 11:25 p. m.

Professor Avery Walker
was working late.

Professor Walker was a member
of a crack team of researchers,

but tonight he was working alone.

He had received specific orders,
and, being a fastidious man,

he intended carrying out
those orders to the letter.

1:15 the same night, postal worker
Arnold Techman was an hour behind.

Techman was addicted
to hot Texas chili,

but it always made him
sick and late,

and that made
the mail arrive late.

But tomorrow,
it would arrive even later.

Good morning, one and all!
Good morning, Carl.

Not that good.
Bye, Ron.

Enjoy yourself.

Thank you. I'm going home
to my city by the bay.

He got a raise?
Not that I'm aware of.

He was promoted?
Mm-mmm.

Well, then why is he so happy?
You're in trouble.

Of course!
I should've known all along.

Mr. Vincenzo wants to see you.

Oh? Oh.

Well, here I go,
right into the valley of death.

Good morning, Tony, and how are
you this bright and beautiful day?

Where've you been?
It's only 10:30.

- Yesterday. All day yesterday.
- Yesterday.

Oh, yesterday. Yeah, yeah.

You know that Brindisi killing, the guy who
was pushed into the lake up at West Falls?

- It just didn't sound right to me, so I went up to West Falls to check it out.
- And?

- It was right. I was wrong.
- What you're trying to say is you spent the day fishing.

- I thought as long as I was up there- - You thought
as long as you were up there, we could do without you.

Be careful, Kolchak.
One day we'll realize we can.

- Oh, Tony.
- Take care of this.

Take care of this.

"Dr. Avery Walker,
Nobel Prize winner,

suffered a heart attack
and died on Sunday evening. "

What do you want me to do,
embalm him?

He was big in computer science.
A lot of news value.

- We'll need an obit.
- So if he's that big, we've got him on file.

We do, but the last entry in the file
was made in 1967.

It was scribbled so badly,
I couldn't make it out.

It needs updating.
Updyke's in obits. Get him.

Updyke is gone.
I sent him to cover a story...

which should have been yours
if you'd been here.

The Mendenham trial.

- In San Francisco?
- California.

You sent Upd-d-
to San Franci- on- on- on my job?

Need I say it, Carl?
One either fishes or cuts bait.

Are you fired?
I think I quit. I think I just quit.

San Francisco, Golden Gate.

And he gave it to Updyke!
Updyke.

Never mind.
Have a cup of coffee.

Do you know in the old days, they'd give the obituaries
to the lowest form of animal life in the newsroom?

Do you know that?
Some things never change, Kolchak.

You should take some comfort in that.

The obituary material.

It must have slipped your mind.

This is Peters.
I have a report.

Allow me to say how sorry I am about
your husband's untimely death, Mrs. Walker.

Oh, yes, yes.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

That's very kind of you.

He was a fine man.

You knew Avery?
No, of course not.

Not personally, of course. By
reputation, Nobel Prize and all of that.

It's a great loss.
Perhaps you can fill me in...

on some of the details
of the manner of his passing.

They, uh-
They said a heart attack.

You sure I can't get you a drink?
No, thanks. I never-

"They"?

The, uh, doctors... up at, uh,

Tyrell Institute, where-
I, uh-

That's where he was working.
I don't know that.

Nobody does.
It's very secret.

Hush, hush, hush.

Well-
Government work, I think.

What sort of government work?

I just told you. Secret.

Well, I'm the soul of discretion.

So was my husband.
He didn't tell me a thing.

- Nothing?
- RI NG.

"RI NG."
Like in a telephone.

- That's what they were working on.
- What exactly is RI NG?

All we can be certain of is that if Avery
was working on it, it was a colossal bore.

I mean, they're all bored.
They're boring with their-

their secret passwords
and their secret clearances.

And-

Do you know they wouldn't
even let me see Avery?

Not that I really wanted to.
He wasn't all that attractive alive.

Well, you did ask to see him though.

Certainly.
It seemed the right thing to do.

- Yeah. And they refused.
- They said it would only upset me.

- I'll bet they let Leslie Dwyer see him.
- Who's he?

He's a she.

Leslie Dwyer.

They worked together.

Played together too.

Hi there.

What ya readin'?

Study it good. We're gonna have
a quiz later this afternoon.

Thinking I might get other information
from the other woman,

I headed toward Winnetka
to see Dr. Leslie Dwyer.

All units vicinity of Dumont
and Winnetka Boulevard, a 241 in progress.

But as I got within
a few blocks ofher address,

I heard an opportunity to return
to my normal, comfortable pursuits-

the reportage of crime
and mayhem and destruction.

No shooting!
Hold your fire!

Don't shoot!

What's the matter with you?

Why the cream puff treatment, huh?

You guys are so gun happy,
why didn't you shoot the fugitive?

Are you a reporter?
Me? No, the county assessor.

You're a reporter.

Could you tell me what happened, Mr. -
Carmichael.

Carmichael. You're the head undertaker
here. Not undertaker, cosmetologist.

Cosmetologist.
I was overseeing some work...

by one of our trainee cosmeticians.

We heard this dreadful crash, and we found this
fellow trying to break into our cosmetic storeroom.

What would he want in there?

All we keep in there is the tools
of our trade, so to speak-

facial putty, color base,
things like that.

As we ran in, he was trying to put all of
those things into an aluminium suitcase.

Aluminium?
Yes.

Oh!
And we tried to stop him,

but he broke my cosmetician's arm.

- Really?
- Mr. Carmichael, I wouldn't talk to the press if I were you.

I thought he was one of your men.
Hardly.

What would that superman of yours
want with undertaker's wax, Captain?

Cosmetologist, not undertaker.

Yes, of course, Mr. Carmichael.
Thank you... very much.

Good afternoon, sir.

You're dismissed.

Morning, Colonel!

Can I help you, sir?
Yeah, I'm with him.

With who, sir?
With the colonel.

- Colonel who, sir?
- Colonel Bat-

Sir, I want you to back your car
out of here and drive away.

All right. I'm with I.N.S., and I'm doing
a follow-up obituary on Dr. Avery Walker.

- Why didn't you say that first?
- I saw you and the gate.

- I thought it was a restricted area.
- It is a restricted area.

If you wanna know
anything about Dr. Walker,

you'll have to phone our office
of public information.

- What kind of an installation is this?
- It's a restricted installation.

I mean, is it military
or is it a private industry? What?

That information is not available
to the public.

If I call your office of public information, they
won't give me the information that I require, right?

That would depend entirely
upon your clearance classification.

You're very good at that.
Thank you.

Now, sir, I want you
to drive away from here.

If you don't, I want you to get out
of the car. I'll call my supervisor.

He may want to talk to you
for a few hours.

No, thanks. I'd better go take a couple
lessons in double-talk. Good idea.

Who is it?
Telephone man.

RI NG.

Okay, is there a joke
in here somewhere?

I doubt it, 'cause you didn't
laugh when I said "RI NG."

Because I don't know what you're
talking about and don't know who you are.

Good-bye. Hello. My
name's Carl Kolchak, I.N.S.

Dr. Dwyer, someone mentioned
a project to me called RI NG,

and there's something very,
very weird going on.

I went up to Tyrell Institute, and I got the
feeling that if I mentioned RI NG up there,

that I'd spend this weekend
in a concrete room...

with a giant joy buzzer
strapped to my temple,

so I thought I'd mention it
to you instead.

You know, just sort of drop it down
the well and see if it made a splash.

Yeah, it made a splash.

I've never heard
of any project called RI NG.

What are you working on there at Tyrell
Institute? I no longer work there.

- Why not?
- The recession. I was laid off.

- What were you working on?
- My field is computers.

- There's nothing weird about it.
- Tell me.

- Do mortuaries give you a weird feeling?
- What about it?

Not long ago,
only a few miles from right here,

some guy single-handedly...

canceled the insurance policy
of the Glengarry Mortuary-

all for some undertaker's putty
and a little rouge.

He took off, but, uh,
you know where the trail led back to?

- No.
- Right back to your alma mater, Tyrell Institute.

I can't help you.

Everything at Tyrell Institute
is classified.

Including Dr. Avery Walker's death?

What is RI NG,
and why were you let go from it?

"Moral Man
and Immoral Society, Niebhur. "

- I want you out.
- You know, you really sound...

like the stereotype version of the cold
woman scientist, but you don't look it.

Soft hair, radiant eyes,
the slender and lovely figure,

obviously, underneath that
diaphanous gown- attractive legs.

How about black eyes
and broken legs? Uh-oh.

Are you up for that?

I've already asked him to leave.

I gotta fly to New York this afternoon,
and you're ruining what's left...

of a very pleasant visit.

I wouldn't want to do that to anyone.
Then take off.

Has anybody ever told you
you look absolutely divine in red?

Don't push too far.

You got a nick on your chin.
Or is it a bite?

I had a series of phone calls working
to my few friends in the news business.

They knew nothing
about any Project R-I-N-G, RING,

and only a little more
about the Tyrell Institute.

But I was able to get one tidbit.

The senior member of the Appropriations
Committee that funded Tyrell...

was our very own
Senator Duncan LeBeau Stephens.

Well, what can I
do for you, Mr. Kolchak?

You can tell me about
RING, Senator. "RI NG"?

RI NG. Tyrell Institute.
RI NG, you know.

Well, I know about Tyrell,
of course.

But, uh, I'm sorry.
This RI NG- I'm sorry.

That's what they do up there.

I don't know where you get
your information, Mr. Kolchak,

but at Tyrell, they were working
on a highly secret project...

having to do with
miniaturizing computers.

Since when is
miniaturizing computers secret?

Well, the military mind, Mr. Kolchak,
it thrives on secrecy.

The military mind, Senator,
thrives on war.

Yeah, well, uh,
I can't say any more.

I'm sorry.
I'm not familiar with this RI NG.

Well, are you familiar with Dr. Avery
Walker and his alleged heart attack?

Oh, yes,
I heard of his untimely death.

A tragedy.
A great man, a great mind.

That's all great stuff for the campaign
trail, but we're not there right now,

and I'm not exactlyJimmy Olsen,
cub reporter.

So why don't we just talk to each other
like two grown-up human beings, Senator?

You work for I.N.S.

I.N.S. That's right.
See, Carl Kolchak, I.N.S.

Ah.

- Miss Barham, Mr. Kolchak is leaving now.
- I am?

I am.
Do you validate?

Miss Barham,
when you're finished with him,

I want you to get me
General Brody at Tyrell Institute,

and then I wanna speak
to Peter Vreeland in Washington.

That I can understand.
Yes, I read you.

I said, I read you, sir.

Yes.

Tony, you won't believe
what's been popping today.

Now, I'm not sure
what's going on,

but I have a feeling it'll make Watergate
look like a pie fight.

Carl, I want you out in San Francisco
on the Mendenham trial.

It's an emergency. Uh-huh.
Updyke's on the Mendenham trial.

Yeah, but he had a big brouhaha with the artist
who does the courtroom sketches. Oh, yeah.

I'll make all the arrangements.
A room at the Mark Hopkins-

one with a view.
Uh-huh.

Cracked crab tomorrow
night at Bucco's. Uh-huh.

They're putting
the heat on you, right?

It's bigger than I thought. Terrific.

Carl, the home office just called,
and they want to kill your story.

Leave the phone off the hook. When they
call back, they'll get a busy signal.

They'll get a disconnect!
The building department...

wants to condemn this building
because of your story.

Are you satisfied?
Of course not.

There's a lot more to be found out
about this Project RI NG.

Project what?
Project what, exactly!

And no one will answer
that question.

But whatever RI NG is, Dr. Avery
Walker is a goner because of it,

and there's a strong-armed maniac on the
loose who has something to do with it.

Tony, this story's a blockbuster.

But it's the federal government,
and it's my butt they're gonna bust, Carl.

I got a Washington correspondent
who's suddenly persona non grata.

I got a U.N. Correspondent
who's been denied a set of earphones.

You're kidding.
Just because of you and your RI NG.

Now, what is so important?
What is so important?

You really wanna know?
Yes.

Sit down, Tony.
I don't wanna sit down.

Come on. Sit down.
Sit down, Tony. Come on.

That's right.

Tony, do you remember
when you were a kid in grammar school,

about 11 Oth and New Amsterdam?

Remember? And they used to draw
the tax dollar as a great big pie...

with one slice out-
went for defense-

and another slice went
for social programs. Yes.

And another slice went for-
Yes, yes, Carl. Yes, yes!

Well, what they didn't tell you then
was that your tax dollar...

wasn't buying just pie,
it was buying pie a la mode.

No, that's right. No, no.

There is a mysterious scoop of something
on your tax dollar pie,

and that something is Project RI NG.

- What?
- Now, how would you feel if, at Manny's,

you ordered pie a la mode, but they wouldn't
tell you what flavor ice cream you're gonna get?

Your apple pie might arrive
with some horrible chocolate chip...

or butter brickle
or, uh, rocky road.

I don't like rocky road.
I know you don't like rocky road.

You wouldn't let Manny
push you around like that, would you?

- No.
- Of course not. Why should you let your government do it?

Tony, I'm writing an obituary
on Avery Walker.

Now, I have to know
what he was working on, don't I?

Don't I? Of course.

3:15 p. m. I was heading to the library
to scour the Congressional Record...

when I heard something
that seemed infinitely more interesting.

Unit Hotel Ranger Papa.

Captain Akins, please proceed
to Windsor Branch Chicago Public Library,

8824 DeVilbiss.

Our friend from the mortuary,
eh, Captain? No comment.

I think this guy's got a hang-up
about using doors.

What do you think, Captain?

No comment.

Name's Kolchak.

Yeah.

Real friendly fellas you got there.
Who are they?

You know there's nothing for you
around here. Why don't you go home?

I'll hang around just the same
if you don't mind.

It's a public library.
I can't stop you. Right.

But remember, around here
they get rather harsh with loudmouths.

I'll whisper.

Did you see anything
or hear anything?

He was just throwing things
every which way,

and then when he saw me, he...

dropped everything
and walked right through that wall.

Right through the wall, huh? Was he
looking for anything in particular?

Oh, I don't know.

He was in Philosophy and Humanities.

Philosophy and Humanities, huh?

It's a mess.

Just look at the mess!

Miss Jarell, would you mind stepping
over there and talking to those gentlemen?

Tell them anything
you've seen or heard.

Los federales, huh?

The same night, 11:25 p. m.
The apartment of Dr. Leslie Dwyer,

lady computer expert and unexplained
link with Books for the Blind.

As I was trying to fit
all the pieces together,

a worried Dr. Dwyer returned home
from a visit to a friend's house.

She wasn't aware that she herself
had had a visitor-

one that would change
the course ofher life forever.

No.

No.

April 3, 7:00 a. m.
The commuter rush hadn't yet begun...

as I drove along Lake Shore Drive.

A mild irony
had gone through my mind...

as I stood in the library,
staring at the Books for the Blind-

that I was working blind, but that
somehow, with her taped cassettes,

Dr. Dwyer had
the direction I needed.

I tried to phone her several times
and got no answer.

I soon found out why.

Hey, who are you?
Kolchak.

Major Kolchak, retired.
I'm an old friend of Dr. Dwyer's.

Where is she? What happened
here? I'm sorry, Major.

We don't know.
Nobody heard anything.

The landlordjust happened
to come up here and found this mess.

He called us.
Is this all you have?

Well, a newsboy outside says he
thought he saw a big guy wearing makeup.

Sounds like a sex crime to me.
Newsboy?

Major, you're welcome to stay.
I can imagine your concern.

Thank you very much, but I'm supposed
to be marching in a R.O.T.C. Parade.

I can't disappoint the cadets.

With Dr. Dwyer vanished,
I was blind again,

and the only remaining person
who might help me...

was probably still blind drunk.

I decided to tackle her anyway.

Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Kolchak.

Can I offer you a drink?
No. No, thank you.

I see you're going away.
Yes, you bet I am.

I'm going far away.

I have sobered up-
oh, yes, I have-

sold the house,
collected the insurance,

and now I'm going to
start enjoying myself.

Well, before you get
down to the heavy enjoying,

I was hoping you could tell me
something more about RI NG.

I gave you Leslie Dwyer's address.
Ask her.

Well, she's disappeared.

- Anything serious?
- Maybe.

Delighted to hear it.

Although, why should I care?

I was, uh
- I was a little sloshed when I told you they were having an affair.

They weren't, really.

It was a romance of the head.

He was besotted with her mind.

- There was nothing physical?
- Avery?

His idea of passion
was a hot diode.

That and autonetics.

Auto-
... netics.

That was her field.
His was microcircuitry.

I never did quite understand
the fine differences.

Have you ever been bored to tears?

Yeah, I spent four years in high school,
and the hanky never left my hand.

No, I mean really bored to tears.

- Mm-hmm. - Physically ill,
crawling out of your skin,

ready to scream with boredom.

Mm-hmm!

That's what it was like when the two of
them got together with a few drinks in them.

And dumb me,
forced to attend.

It was microcircuitry, stress patterns,
functional abilities and-

Siliconized limb plates, intelligence
programming and joint malleability.

All right. Enough, Carl. Enough.
What does it all add up to?

Autonetics.
Parla inglese, will you, Carl?

A robot. Tony, I believe
that this robot is Project RI NG,

and I also believe he's
developed a mind of his own.

He probably decided enough was enough and
decided to split from Tyrell Institute.

Enough of what is enough? You're talking
about a glorified adding machine. What mind?

How many times have you heard that by
1984, the computer will be running us?

Up at Tyrell, they've just
advanced the calendar a few years.

What happens now
- besides the fact that I'll be the first newsman...

shot by a military firing squad?

I think that RI NG
came for Leslie Dwyer.

Why? I don't know.
And he carted her off someplace.

He killed Avery Walker, I think,

and maybe he's killed her too,
so I'm gonna try to find out.

And then? Then we'll have the
biggest cover-up story since-

Don't say it again. We may not
be able to do the story anyway.

What do you mean,
we may not be able to do the story?

What, more pressure?
No, I got a bulletin today.

They may have to restrict
the use of our wire. Who?

A political problem in El Salvador
may turn into a national emergency.

That means they'll have to use our wire
for military messages.

Well, don't you worry
about a thing, Tony.

When those El Salvadorian
panzer divisions...

rumble down the streets
of our fair city,

I'll be right with you, manning the barricades
- Carl.

Ready to hurl an epithet-
Carl, Carl, Carl-

Will you please go, Carl, and
leave the jokes to Charlie McCarthy?

Please go!

Sure.

Well, thank you very much.

Well? Well, there are five
branch libraries in the city...

that carry Books for the Blind.

They call them talking books. Four of
them are no earthly good to us at all,

and the fifth had just
lent out the following.

"St. Thomas Aquinas. '"
Uh-huh.

"Moral Man and Immoral
Society, '" by Niebhur. Yeah.

And "Aristotle's Ethics. '"

That's the one!
Did you get the name of the borrower?

They wouldn't give out
information like that.

- Have you got the telephone number of the library?
- That's it right there.

514-0832.

Hello. Braille Library?

Yes, I understand that you lent out
several ethical philosophy tapes today.

Yes, that's right.
Those are the ones.

When I was a cub reporter
in the Windy City,

there used to be a big book in
the file room that listed phone numbers...

in numerical order and provided
the addresses they corresponded to.

In those days, it was great for finding
girls whose numbers you might find,

well, somewhere.

That book doesn't exist anymore,
but I still have some contacts...

who can perform
the same function for a fee.

In a very short time, I had the address of
the girl I was looking for, Dr. Leslie Dwyer.

She had placed the phone call
from a large summer home,

north, along the shore
of Lake Michigan.

How did you find me?

What difference does that make?

Look, just get out.
This is a private home.

Yes, but RI NG is a public project built
with the hard-earned dollars of the people.

Forget them. It was built
with my hard-earned dollars,

and I wanna find out
what's going on.

Dr. Avery Walker was a friend
of yours, wasn't he? Wasn't he?

Now, his wife doesn't care
how he died,

but he might have a family
or some friends...

who deserve some few words
of explanation.

Look, I, um-
I don't know where to begin.

Well, I don't either. Why don't
we start with nomenclature?

What is RI NG- R- I-N-G,
RI NG- supposed to mean?

RI NG comes from Robomatic
Internalized Nerve Ganglia.

It was never intended to kill. RI NG murdered
Avery, because RI NG didn't wanna die.

A machine die?
No, that doesn't track for me.

When RI NG was conceived, I was to
oversee and design his programming.

There was a lot of quibbling
up at Tyrell,

bickering back and forth over what
kind of programming RI NG should have.

With the military there,
they had to get their two cents into it.

They wanted aggression put into
RI NG's programming. I opposed it.

So they drummed you
out of the corps, hmm?

They hardly gave me time
to clear out my desk.

Avery was given the job
of deactivating RI NG,

and unfortunately for Avery, he never really
understood how far we'd gotten with RI NG.

We'd given him a survival instinct.

A survival instinct?
In a machine?

RI NG has sensitivities,
likes, dislikes, wants.

He wanted to live,
so he killed Avery.

I've been trying to complete
his moral and ethical programs.

RI NG himself was hungry
for a set of guidelines.

That's why he went
for the philosophy tapes.

Good... gosh!

He won't hurt you.
He won't hurt me?

He just went through the door!
No, he won't hurt you.

I told you. He has
sensitivities and wants.

Sure, sure. Turn him around.
Put him in reverse. Make him stop.

RING, please stop.

- Talk to him.
- Talk to him?

Wh-Wh-What about?

Ask him a question.
Let him do what he does best.

He made this mask
to look human.

You don't need this.

- Talk to him.
- Sure.

Hello, RI NG.

Uh, what time is it?

Considering the expense
of my development,

it would be wasteful to utilize me
for simply telling time,

especially since
I do not wear a watch.

The prudent option would be
to consult a rudimentary clock.

Makes sense. Aha.

What's pi to the 12th?

924269.1815...

233705.

Well, I wouldn't know
whether he's right or wrong.

Who's the father
of modern psychology?

Sigmund Freud is commonly given
that appellation,

but that is more in terms
of classical analysis.

In the study of pure behavior, both Ivan Pavlov
and Wilhelm Wundt would have to qualify as well.

You, uh-You said
he speaks languages, right?

Say it in French.

What's the difference
between right and wrong?

What is the difference
between right and wrong?

No philosopher and no tape
can answer that question. Can you?

Who had the greater right to life,
you or Dr. Avery Walker?

RI NG could've taken your life when
you entered this house. He didn't.

- He waited to find out how you work.
- How I work?

Ethically, emotionally,
he's still a child.

After all, he's only a few
days old. He needs time to grow.

- He's still ticking.
- RI NG, please cease computation.

RI NG.

Did someone follow you?
I haven't the faintest idea.

That's a whole bloomin' army.

Doctor, this is Colonel Wright.

You and Mr. Kolchak
have exactly one minute to come out.

He came to me like a frightened child,
with his new face and clothes.

He tried to make himself
presentable to me.

He didn't mean to hurt anyone.
He just didn't understand.

Doctor, please cooperate.

RI NG, these are our friends.

They won't hurt us.

Let me talk to 'em. I've always had
a knack with the guys in uniform.

Well, where are the tanks
and the howitzers?

Isn't there any other way
for you guys to handle this?

How uptight can you be? Mr. Kolchak,
step aside and keep your mouth shut.

Dr. Dwyer, please come down here
at once and bring the robot with you.

You're gonna upset him.

He considers this his own home.

- Will you wait a minute?
- Doctor.

Hands off the press!

Move back, and put
those stupid guns down.

Come down.
It's all right.

I'm going first. See?

Take her.

No, no! Don't do that!

Take him!

RI NG, don't!

- Well, are you satisfied?
- RI NG.

Alpha, beta,

gamma, delta.

Leslie, Leslie.

Mama.

Ma-ma.

Hey, wait just one minute, boys.

I don't even know
where they took me now.

At least I can't be sure.

Maybe it was Tyrell Institute,
but it could just as well have been...

the Black Hills of South Dakota
for all I know.

Was there a drug?
Pentothal? Scopolamine?

I can't be sure of that either,
though there must've been something.

I can't even be sure the events
ever happened the way I've told them.

Perhaps when I'm completely
back in this world,

I'll turn on this tape
and not believe any of it myself,

but I doubt it.

Because I believe
that somewhere, someplace,

they or someone else
will put some other RI NG together...

without the help
of Leslie Dwyer.

And who-

Who will program him then?

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