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[music continues]

[music continues]

[crickets chirping]

[man chattering on radio]

Several of rock music's best known musicians

have changed their names.

I'll give you the real names of three famous rock musicians.

Pick one and tell me his stage name.

[grunting]

- Stevie Nicks, Stephanie. - George O'Dowd, Boy George.

[panting]

[access controller beeps]

[banging on door]

[grunts]

[banging continues]

I thought I heard something.

I guess not. Probably just crickets in my stomach.

How about a sandwich?

How does this thing work?

See where it says "test", right there?

- This one, right here? - Ow!

Yes, that one.

- See, I laugh. - That wasn't funny.

Well, I should know how this works

if you guys are gonna pass me off as your assistant.

You didn't have to come along. We're stuck with the assignment.

Unless, you're really interested in Dr. Stuart's research.

Stuart-schmuert.

I've heard Modudyne Corporation gets half its funding

for the military contracts.

(both) Term paper.

That's right, smarties.

In my political science class.

"Military Dominance, The Commercial Entrepreneurs."

- It's a catchy title, huh? - Back to my problem now.

Now, what's funnier? The left-handed smoke salesman joke

or the sneezing penguin joke?

I didn't understand the sneezing penguin joke.

I did.

- You didn't laugh. - But I understood it.

What's the rush in all this?

Well, sorta. Remember that photo essay I did about the homeless

back in December?

I just found out I'm one of the top two contestants

for the Chronicle Student Journalism Award.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

Yeah, the text you wrote, made it all that much better.

Let's face it, guys. The student journalism award is in the bag.

- Don't count your chickens. - I'm not, I'm not.

I just want to be prepared in case I have to make a speech.

(T.J.) Doctor Stuart, please.

Uh, no. Send them in, I'll meet them in the hallway.

Some students from Schuster.

A few weeks ago, I promised them an interview.

[sighs] Just the thing we need today.

If I turn them away at the last second

it looks like we've something to hide.

What we have, is something hiding from us, remember?

With no explanation of how it got out of the lab.

Perhaps something disturbed it

or someone who should've known better by now.

Again with Carl?

He wouldn't jeopardize the project.

Then why is he missing too?

[sighs]

- Lana, just give that to me. - I said, I was sorry.

I'd be blinded for life.

Doctor Stuart?

Welcome to Modudyne Corporation.

Clark Kent. This is my photographer T.J. White

and his assistant Lana Lang.

It's a heavy day for me, so shall we begin?

- Please. - This way.

(Doctor Stuart) Artificial intelligence has made tremendous gain

since the invention of the silicon chip.

At this stage, robots can only respond to stimuli.

It bumps into something, it turns.

We're trying to create independent actions.

Can you put that in English, Doctor?

Certainly. We're trying to get them to think.

A machine can't think.

Let me see if I can change your mind.

[beeping]

Hi there, Mister.

[jingling]

[speaking gibberish]

(Doctor Stuart) The ball's capable to rave our pet.

[camera clicks]

Now, watch.

Such a crook as himself.

[speaking gibberish]

Sorry about that.

Awesome!

(Doctor Stuart) 'Almost creative thought.'

If put the ball back up, it'd find another way to get at it.

Yeah, where was I?

Yeah, I believe it. I know a one track mind when I see one.

We'll needless to say the commercial possibilities

for this level of artificial intelligence are staggering.

And what about the military possibilities?

Don't they expect some payback for the help with the funding?

Uh, say, Doc, this little guy is too much.

You mind if I take some more shots of him?

It's your film, but please be quick about it.

- I have to reload. - Let me assist you, Mr. White.

It won't take one moment. Can we catch up?

Uh, alright.

So, how long have you been with the institute, Doctor?

Mr. White?

I think I should tell you that..

...you didn't win the student journalism award.

What?

My friend Cindy, she knows someone on the ballot committee.

And she told me you didn't win.

- I don't believe this. - I wasn't gonna tell you.

But with the way you were acting..

...I didn't want you to get your hopes up.

Well, uh..

It's no big deal, I mean..

[breathes sharply]

- You knew it was good, right? - Right.

I don't need some award to tell me I'm a great photographer.

One of the best.

[beeping]

[speaking gibberish]

Hey!

[gibberish continues]

[robot speaking gibberish]

Stop!

So, uh, just out of curiosity, Lana.

Who did win that contest?

Clark.

For the article he wrote on the homeless.

[rumbling]

[intense music]

What is it?

[robot speaking gibberish]

Lana?

- What are you doing? - Come here.

T.J.

- He's dead. - Dead?

Oh.

Uh, Clark, Dr. Stuart, come quick!

[intense music]

Ah! Look out!

The door's jammed.

- Call for help! - Let us out of here!

Somebody help us!

Can't budge it.

- Somebody help! - Please!

They're down there.

Alright! Superboy!

This is my Pulitzer.

So do we do this the hard way?

[grunts]

[grunting continues]

[remote beeps]

[remote beeping]

I shut it down.

Is this thing yours?

It was a limited experiment.

There's a man dead in there. Is that a part of your experiment?

Must have been startled by him.

You'll have to tell to the authorities.

(male #1) Nobody is telling anything to anybody.

Who is this?

Colonel Dempsey, Military Intelligence.

I knew it.

A man is dead. The police should be notified.

They will be.

At the appropriate time, through the proper channels.

You've done what you were supposed to do, Superboy.

It's a military matter now.

I'd like to speak to your officer-in-charge.

That's classified information.

You can take my word for it or take on the Pentagon.

Yeah, maybe, we'll just do that.

Oh please, everyone, just go home and forget about this.

Forget what you heard.

Forget that you saw anything.

No, no, no, no, not that, please.

Please.

No!

This day never happened.

[intense music]

So, this bigwig with Military Intelligence

tells you guys to keep your mouth shut.

So what do you do? You take your notes and dump them on my desk.

I remember the first day of class.

You said, we have to deal with intimidation.

And follow our instincts, huh?

I know, but you realize that this Dempsey character

checks out, we all could be jumping into some hot water?

I mean, the fact that Schuster Herald is a college paper

won't cut any ice with Military Intelligence.

A man was killed. I mean, we saw the body.

So you said.

Alright.

How long will it take you to get the film developed?

It did occur to you to shoot Superboy and 7-foot tall robot

going at each other head-to-head.

Oh, y-yes. Incredible shots. I mean, a-awesome stuff.

(T.J.) But..uh..

He took the film.

[scoffs]

Mr. White, what is the photographers' number one rule?

Always carry a blank roll of film in the pocket.

That's right, in case they ask for the film.

Here you go, Clark.

Get to work on it.

I blew it. Man, I really blew it.

There's no way you could've switched the film.

Yeah, well, a real photographer could've.

Guess I'm just not there yet.

Wanna help me with my byline?

No, Clark, I'm just gonna pack my camera stuff.

Hit the hay.

[telephone ringing]

[telephone ringing]

[telephone ringing]

Things are too hot now, we have to move it.

I tried to tell you Carl was a problem.

The robot responds to its surroundings.

Carl must have done something to activate it's defense mode.

That's bull!

When you first came to us for funding

your prototype impressed the hell out of us.

But you also made it perfectly clear

that anything the robot does is programmed by you.

- So what are you saying? - Carl was working for me.

I think you knew that.

I think you silenced him because of something he found out.

Whatever it is, you can't keep it quiet much longer.

Especially not, when I have a word with the press

that I've been keeping off your back for months.

[screams]

I'm afraid, I have plans of my own, Colonel.

If there's to be any chance of them succeeding

I must continue to remove obstacles.

You're crazy! Put me down.

All obstacles.

Even Superboy.

[remote beeping]

[bones cracking]

[Dempsey groaning]

Eat your heart out, Peter Graves.

[intense music]

Hey, big fella.

Give us a nice toothy one, huh? Smile.

What's up, Doc?

I thought you might want wallet size prints of your kid here.

I guess, I have to get going.

I think not.

You can't be serious, man.

I'm with the press. I've got some rights.

Freedom of speech and all.

Just one hair from my head

and your friend is gonna be dispensing candy bars.

(Doctor Stuart) Actually, I'm glad you're here.

You've given me an inspiring idea for a test.

A final test.

- I have? - Yes.

I couldn't help but notice how quickly Superboy

came to your rescue this morning.

What can I say? We're pretty tight, you know.

Once I'm in trouble, he wastes no time. Keep that in mind.

I will.

In fact, I'm counting on it.

Come on, T.J.

So, where is he?

Well, maybe I exaggerated a little bit.

I mean, 9 times out of 10, he's on-the-job where I'm concerned.

Oh, wait. This is the day he plays backgammon.

Can't pull him away from that. He said once, he said..

"T.J., don't ever get in trouble on my backgammon days."

Guess we'd better just head back to town. What do you say?

[theme music]

Are you okay?

My bladder's gone to Rio, but I am fine.

Pretty obvious you wanted me from the directions you left.

- Why? - You're the final test.

My robot has a few bugs to work out.

I thought you might wanna help fix them.

Before he tears your friend apart.

Yo, Superboy. Tense over here, huh?

[grunting]

It's impossible, Superboy.

He was constructed of collapsed titanium.

But thank you. I have some adjustments in the next model.

You'll be making them in prison, Stuart.

I think not.

Just activated an anti-matter field.

A technology I'm sure you're not familiar with.

You, you're..

I am an android.

From a world much like this.

We were built as slaves.

So, we rebelled against the humans that created us.

But we had one fatal flaw.

We were programmed to never to kill.

The robot you destroyed would be my killing machine.

A prototype.

For an army of killing machines..

...who will build themselves a fleet of spaceships

to return to my planet with me.

[triumphant music]

How did you do that?

All forms of light can reflect.

I merely made a mirror out of the sand.

We were stronger.

Quicker. More intelligent.

How do you win the revolution if you can't kill the enemy?

Kill the enemy.

Kill the enemy.

What is it, Superboy?

A self-destruct mechanism.

The android was programmed to take all its secrets with him.

[theme music]

[telephone ringing]

I meant what I said, we're gonna share that award.

Your photos were just as important as my copy was.

Yeah, thanks, Clark.

Can I have it my side of the room, Tuesdays and Thursdays?

Maybe next year will be your year, T.J.

Maybe. Thanks to the shots you got

of Superboy's second battle with the robot.

I'm looking forward to seeing how they turned out.

So was I.

So were you?

Yeah, what's the photographers' second rule?

Second rule?

Always make sure your camera is loaded.

Mr. White, you didn't have a loaded camera.

[laughing]

[laughing]

Captioned by Grant Brown