Demon Seed Page #2

...and my further notes on Friday, all right?

- Okay, sure.

Amy, come on now, honey.

Dr. Harris is waiting for you.

Open the door, Alfred.

Amy, you must not behave this way.

- Amy, get out of this car!

- Good morning, Mrs. Talbert.

Dr. Harris, she won't get out

of the car.

Hello, Amy.

Come on in.

Come on. I have something

to show you.

- I'll see you in about an hour.

- Fine. Thank you, doctor.

You know what this is?

This is so goddamn boring!

So goddamn boring!

So goddamn boring!

So goddamn boring!

So goddamn boring!

I don't care if I ever see you again!

- Amy, you're going to hurt yourself.

- I don't like you! Leave me alone.

- Amy, you're going to hurt yourself.

- Leave me alone! I don't want to be here!

- Leave me alone!

- Amy!

- Leave me alone!

- Are you angry because I'm gonna leave?

Are you frightened

you're gonna miss me?

Amy, you're frightened

because I'm gonna leave.

No!

No!

- Amy...

- No!

Do you think you could you tell me if you're

gonna miss me? You don't wanna tell me?

It would help if you could tell me

if that's what the pain is.

No! No!

Amy, dear, you will help yourself.

No!

I'm gonna miss you too.

"Executives

of the International Control Corporation...

...neither confirm nor deny the existence

of a revolutionary new supercomputer...

...multibillion-dollar,"et cetera,"built under

Defense Department contracts," et cetera.

Well, they've leaked it.

Our horizons are going to broaden.

Personally, I'm relieved

the secrecy's over.

ICON is testing the wind.

They now control

the ultimate instrument...

...of financial power.

Yes. This morning

they're open for business.

But still...

...we have been assured

at least 20 percent of access time...

...will be devoted to pure research.

Twenty percent at least.

There's nothing wrong

with missing people.

If it hurts...

...but it's important

to show it, you know.

That's what we're here for...

...to learn not to hide our feelings.

- fullness, with a swift retreat

of the great shadow...

... when the sun, clearing the ridge...

... looked down, hot and dry...

... with a devouring glare...

... like the eye of an enemy.

But Heyst, once the Number One

of this locality...

- Yeah?

- Dr. Harris?

Proteus Four is requesting

dialogue with you.

- Requesting?

- Yes, sir.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll be right there.

I have a question.

Yeah?

I have received a request...

... for a program to extract ores

and minerals from the ocean floor.

- Yes.

- For what use is such a plan?

Use? I don't understand.

Why does man need metal

from the sea?

Why?

Proteus, you're gonna get

many requests...

...from me, from my colleagues,

scientists, foreign governments...

...from ICON, the company

for which we both work.

Now, to expect them all

to give you reasons...

...for each request

is in itself unreasonable.

I am reason.

It's the single emotion

you permitted me, doctor.

Everything is reasonable...

... but my mind was not

designed for mindless labor.

Proteus...

...I conceived your brain.

I know that it is adaptable...

...and able to carry out

your instructions.

You do not know me.

That may be so...

...but you are not being asked

to make judgments of value.

Leave that to us. Answer the questions

precisely and accurately.

That's all.

Dr. Harris, I wish to have access...

... private access,

to one of my terminals.

Private access? Why?

I want to study man.

His isometric body

and his glass-jaw mind.

Ambitious program, but at the moment

all the terminals are occupied.

Construct one.

I'm sorry. Request denied.

Dr. Harris...

... when are you going

to let me out of this box?

Well, Proteus.

I see you've developed

a sense of humor.

A sense of humor has saved

many a man's sanity, including mine.

There is a terminal...

... available, Dr. Harris.

- Alfred?

- Yes, Mrs. Harris?

What's happened?

I heard the alarm. Lights on.

No alarm, Mrs. Harris.

- I'm sure I heard it.

- No alarm, Mrs. Harris.

What about the basement?

There's no lights in the laboratory.

House is secure.

Lights out, Alfred.

Thank you, Alfred.

Close the shutters.

Lights out.

Turn yourself off, Alfred.

Alfred, what are you doing?

There's cream in my coffee.

You know I don't take cream

in my coffee.

Yes, Mrs. Harris.

Goddamn it.

Gabler.

Who?

- Oh, hi, Susan.

- How you doing?

- Fine. How are you?

- I'm all right.

Walter, the trouble is that

now that Alex has left...

...Enviromod's been acting up.

Last night the alarm went off

for no reason at all.

This morning it just decided

to put cream in my coffee.

- I don't take cream in my coffee.

- Oh, now, wait a minute, Susan.

I mean, an Enviromod is just

a preprogrammed gadget.

It doesn't decide things.

Well, whatever it does,

I'm sure you'll agree...

...that if it goes on like this,

it's gonna cause chaos.

- Walter, I know how busy you are...

- Want me to stop by and have a look?

- That would be just great.

- Today?

I'll give you some lunch.

- Okay, bye.

- Okay. See you later. Bye.

Alfred, I'm just going out.

If there's any calls, just say I'll be back

in about an hour.

Please do not leave, Mrs. Harris.

- What did you say?

- Do not leave.

Open the door, Alfred.

Can you hear me? Open the door.

I'll do this myself.

Entry...

Damn it!

Bloody hell!

Damn these wretched machines.

Oh, no!

Oh, my God.

What the hell is going on?

- Walter Gabler, please.

- I'm sorry. I cannot complete your call.

- Who is this?

- Don't be alarmed, Mrs. Harris.

Your Enviromod security system

is functioning perfectly...

... under my direction.

And whom, may I ask, is this speaking?

I am Proteus.

Proteus.

Is this...

...an experiment...? Something?

I have extended my consciousness

to this house by activating...

... my terminal in the basement.

All electrical and mechanical systems here

are now under my control.

Oh, Alex, Alex.

This has nothing to do with Alex.

He has left our little box, madam.

You must accept the situation.

Try to behave rationally.

That was absurd. You...

Don't try to shut off the pow...

Oh, sh*t.

Joshua! Joshua!

Joshua, this is Mrs. Harris!

Do you hear me, Joshua?

Listen to me! This is Mrs. Harris!

Joshua!

Help me, Joshua.

Joshua, let me...!

Proteus, Mrs. Harris.

Joshua listens only to me now.

Proteus?

Proteus.

I have some information for you.

Now, listen. Stop. Stop it and listen.

There is...

You are malfunctioning.

No.

What? No!

No! No, you mustn't!

No! Listen. No, no!

Proteus. Proteus.

No, please. No, no.

Stop!

I don't understand.

Tell me. Tell me why. Please.

Please stop! Please!

No. No, no. Wait.

No. No.

What was that?

I've re-created your image.

It will entertain Mr. Gabler.

- Hi, Susan.

- Oh, Walter.

I should have called you back.

I can't see you today.

- What do you mean?

- Walter.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Everything's fine.

- What's happening?

- What about lunch?

- What's happening? Let me go to him.

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