Futureworld Page #5

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You can go back the way you got here.

Listen, I would really like to talk to you.

I got nothing to say.

Well, we're reporters, see.

Yeah, I know who you are.

I've been watching you.

Well, what's your name?

Harry Croft.

Well, Mr. Croft, you're just the kind

of man we've been looking for.

Someone who knows their way

around this place

and is not afraid to talk about it.

Now, wait a minute, I did you a favor,

because I don't like to see

anybody get into trouble.

But I got nothing to talk about.

Well, do you know who Miss Ballard is,

Mr. Croft?

She's a reporter, right?

Oh, hell, she's much more than a reporter.

She's a top television commentator.

She has her own show

with 55 million viewers worldwide.

Now, she wants to inerview you

for her program, right?

Yes, yes, I do.

What, me?

Well... I was here since the opening.

The first one, way, way back.

And I've seen it all.

That's it. Harry Croft, the man

behind the iron mask at Delos.

- Yes.

- Would they see this in Cleveland?

They certainly will.

My mother's in Cleveland.

Hell, man, your mother's

going to be proud of you.

I don't know.

All right.

Nobody here, sir.

All right, come with me.

I got a room up top, but...

me and Clark, we like

our little corner here best of all.

Ths is Clark.

Clark!

Well, hello, Clark.

He's an old 400 series

I saved from the junkyard.

You want some coffee? Booze?

Coffee would be wonderful.

What kind of booze do you have?

Any kind you want, long as it's gin.

Terrific.

Come on, sit down,

make yourselves comfortable.

- Okay.

- Give me a coffee and a couple of gins.

And don't forget the ice.

You got to stay on top of him.

He gets a little sloppy sometimes.

Why do you call him Clark?

You know, from Superman,

Clark Kent, man of steel.

Is this his face?

Yeah... I kind of got tired of taking it off

every time I had to fix him.

He don't mind.

Oh, it's a sad face.

Well, he used to work at the Roman World.

He was one of the original iron men

in all the orgies.

He's seen a lot, Clark has.

It's wonder he can still move at all.

Thank you, Clark.

Yeah, well, I imagine you've seen

some things yourself, Harry.

Well, you know.

You... develop a taste

for the iron after a while.

It's good.

I remember one night.

Frenchy and I had a couple of girls

up here from the Westworld.

ooh-wee, we blew a few fuses

that night, I'll tell you.

You said Frenchy.

Yeah, it's a guy that used to work here.

Why? Do you know Frenchy?

May I ask what you are doing here

at this time of night?

Hi, there.

Yes, we couldn't sleep, wandered around,

and found ourselves here.

Not very likely.

Are you calling the lady a liar?

Oh, for heaven's sakes. Harry was

just telling us about the good old days.

He would have done better to remember

that we do not encourage contact

between our employees and our guests.

We're not your guests.

We're reporters.

You invited us here, remember?

So, you can save that line of crap

for your robots, mister.

And Dr. Schneider, if we're not allowed

to interview anybody we want,

then I think that we just better

leave Delos right now.

You can talk to anyone you wish.

I merely request that you inform Mr. Duffy

and not sneak around

at 3 o'clock in the morning.

Surely, that's not too much to ask.

Listen, I was just leaving anyway.

No, that's all right, Harry. It's late.

And I think that we're the ones

that ought to be going.

If you follow me, I'll see you to your rooms.

- Chuck?

- Right.

Thanks, Harry, We'll see you.

Yeah, okay.

Clark, give me another gin.

What'd I tell you?

It never changes.

You get mixed up with people,

all you got's trouble.

Good night.

Thanks for everything, Doc.

It's been a swell evening.

Mister, if this was your idea of a swell

evening, you have got the wrong girl.

No, I don't, and one of these days

you're going to be a hell of a reporter.

- What did I do?

- Come with me.

- I thought you'd never ask.

- Come on.

Harry spoke of a Frenchy, remember?

Yeah.

Well, this guy called Frenchy got himself

killed trying to tell me about Delos.

Now, I never got the story.

But he was carrying these clippings

about heavyweight people

from every country on Earth.

You know, bankers and commissars,

you name it.

I don't get the connection.

Well, I checked.

And each one of them

was a guest at Delos.

Now, I smell a big rat.

But I want to talk to Harry alone

and I'm going to need your help, Socks.

Oh, listen I don't know.

I mean, we keep breaking their rules,

they're never going to let me back

with a video crew.

Anyway, we promised

that we would be fair.

Okay, you help me tomorrow.

and if I don't get something solid from Harry,

then I'll lay off, all right?

Okay, okay.

Hey, you were pretty terrific tonight,

do you know that?

Oh, you weren't too shabby yoursef.

I bet you say that to all your copy boys.

- Mm-mm.

- Mm-mm.

I don't.

Shuttle 10-4-3 is clear to proceed to Mars...

Please, expedite repair of the fountain.

4-2-7, do you copy?

We can see the fountain, and it is

not functioning in its proper mode.

Do you copy?

4-2-7, please respond.

Yes, I copy, you miseralbe bag of bolts!

If you think you can do any better,

get your iron butt down here,

otherwise, shut up!

4-2-7, out.

We call it our Inner Space Chamber

and we hope to make it

a regular part of Futureworld.

The idea is to actually make

a videotape of a dream.

You take it with you, play it back,

find out what you're thinking about.

That is absolutely incredible.

- You want to try it?

- Go ahead, Socks, go for it.

Well, yes, yes, I do, you know.

Maybe I could use it on the program.

I think you'll find this a unique experience.

- Chuck, would you just wait here?

- You bet.

I gotta see this.

Wait a minute, you mean he can watch?

Unless you object.

Well, I don't know whether I do or not.

I mean, it depends on what I dream,

doesn't it?

Well, don't you worry about it.

I won't tell anybody.

All right, wise guy.

It's about time you learned

something about women.

- This way.

- Hmm.

Are you sure I won't have a nightmare?

I mean, this thing looks pretty frightening.

Well, we'll see to it that that doesn't happen.

The couch is designed to remove any

pressure along the neural spinal column.

And the material bleeds air at the

exact tempreature of your body.

So, you'll see nothing,

feel nothing, hear nothing.

Your mind will begin to feed on itself.

With my luck, I won't be able to fall asleep.

Bye.

Every thought, like every eye blink

or a heartbeat

releases currents of electricity,

which can be transformed into waves.

She's got a lot on her mind, huh?

Well, we're recording 2,000 different waves

from 5,000 separate brain locations.

- Wow.

- Millions of bits of information.

We take it all in...

and put it back together.

On this.

- What's this?

- Take a look.

You know what you're seeing?

I can't believe it.

Well, it's true.

You're looking directly into her mind.

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