The Shape of Things to Come

This is Washington, New Washington,

a thriving colony on the surface

of the moon.

We no longer have need

of your intergalactic warship.

Not today, but maybe tomorrow.

For what purpose?

To wage war with the universe?

No, Senator Smedley,

for the defense of our moon colony.

John, this is total madness.

This creation of yours, Starstreak,

it hasn't even been tested.

We don't even know

if the damn thing will fly.

That's my responsibility, Senator.

And my responsibility

is to the Moon Council

and to the Master Computer.

I can reason with Lomax.

Cargo vessel Phobos 4,

you are entering Lunar Area 7-5.

Please confirm docking orbit.

John, I'm trying to do you a favor.

I'm telling you what the council

have already decided.

The Starstreak Project is dead.

Let's see what Lomax has to say, shall we?

Phobos 4, please acknowledge.

This is Lunar Space Control.

Phobos 4, confirmation

of docking orbit negative.

We are overriding and beginning

cobalt reverse drive in 10 seconds.

Master Computer Lomax,

this is Lunar Space Control.

We have an emergency.

Delta 3 cargo vessel on crash course.

Probable impact,

New Washington center port.

Master Computer confirms crash course

New Washington in 12 minutes.

Suggest full emergency procedures.

Your indulgence, citizens.

The New Washington Cultural

Exchange Committee...

is pleased to announce a performance

tonight at the Joey Ramone auditorium.

Jason Caball here.

This is Lunar Space Control.

We have an emergency. Please report.

Okay, on my way.

What's the problem, Kim?

The problem is Delta 3 cargo ship with

10 metric tons of RADIC-Q-2 on board

on crash course with New Washington.

- When?

- 8 minutes 52 seconds.

- Lomax confirms?

- Lomax confirms.

Emergency division, yellow alert.

Evacuate entire population to lower city.

Seal off access to main dome.

Look, you sure it's not some

sort of communication problem?

Jason, right now I'm not sure of anything.

I just don't want to take any chances.

Let's see what else we can do.

May I remind you that the council have

great influence with the Master Computer?

Don't fight it, John.

Don't make me ask for your resignation.

Yellow alert?

The whole city's on yellow alert!

Go to red.

Red alert.

- Impact?

- Six minutes.

This is not a drill.

This is not a drill.

All citizens proceed immediately

to emergency underground shelters.

Evacuate all surface dwellings.

Kim?

Look at the weight distribution

on that cargo ship.

It's almost empty.

An empty cargo ship? Doesn't make sense.

Excuse me.

Master Computer Lomax,

this is Jason Caball.

ID confirmed. Go ahead, Jason.

Okay, I need a bypass circuit

to overload the Phobos 4 engines.

- State priority classification.

- Come on, Lomax.

Cut the read tape.

We have to destroy that ship.

Priority request acknowledged.

Two minutes to impact.

Phobos 4 engine circuit display available.

Okay, give me input control

for a bypass circuit.

Kim? Kim, do you have

this emergency under control?

We're working on it, Father.

Son, are you sure that none

of Niki's people are on board?

No life signs at all. Lomax confirms.

Red alert. Red alert.

Evacuate all surface

dwellings immediately.

Sectors one to six to shelter A.

Sectors seven to ten to shelter...

Come on, Lomax.

Stand by.

This is not a drill.

70 seconds to impact.

Procedure complete. Now you may activate.

Sensors indicate negative response.

Cargo ship did not destruct.

Repeat, did not destruct.

Impact 45 seconds.

Crash site on monitor two.

Master Computer Lomax,

request dome repair units

to begin work immediately

on Sky Dome breach.

Commencing restoration

of protective environment enclosure.

All residents to remain

in emergency underground shelters.

Lomax, status on dome repair, please.

Dome repair near completion.

Repressurization will commence

upon structural test.

Send search teams to damaged sectors.

All debris from cargo vessel

should be sent here for examination.

Understood.

Sector 20, totally destroyed.

Area should be leveled.

Danger of falling debris.

Sector 18, minor damage.

Report assessment

to engineering and repairs.

All debris from cargo ship

to be sent to lab six.

Stand by, I have visual

communication with Delta 3.

This is Omus, Robot Master on Delta 3.

I would like to talk to Dr. John Caball.

Yes, Omus, this is Caball.

Ah, Doctor, you remember me.

Oh, yes, indeed. Now where's Niki?

I want to talk to your superior.

My superior?

Oh, yes, you mean

the former governor of Delta 3.

I'm afraid Niki and her followers

have fled the citadel.

I am in control now.

Well, in that case,

you know what just happened.

One of your cargo ships

crashed into New Washington.

But of course.

That was my plan.

Omus!

This is Senator Smedley

of the Moon Council.

What is it you want?

I have made giant strides

in technology, Senator.

I can bring a new

and more efficient

way of life to the moon.

Well, that's certainly encouraging.

Omus, you haven't answered the question.

You mean, what do I really want, Doctor?

Your respect, of course.

And your support...

for my return to the moon colony.

Return? In what capacity?

As supreme commander

of the moon, the Earth,

and all the outposts in our solar system.

Well, that of course

is out of the question.

If that is your reaction, Senator,

then you will be hearing

much more from me.

Beginning immediately,

there will be no further

shipments of RADIC-Q-2.

This is madness!

You're talking more like a blackmailer

than a man of science.

- John, don't provoke him.

- Now listen to me, Omus.

We will never surrender New Washington

to you or anyone else,

even if it means war.

John, you don't have the authority

to make that decision.

Don't talk of war, my dear Doctor.

It would be disastrous,

as tragic as the robot wars

that devastated the Earth planet.

Please...

consider my proposal.

You mean your threat?

Lunar Control?

Lunar Control, this is Sector 20.

We found the pilot.

It's wedged in here.

May take a while to get it out.

- What do you mean "it"?

- A robot.

Send it to robot repair

as soon as possible.

See you later, I'm gonna go

take a look at this suicide robot.

Good.

Well, Senator, we've survived one attack.

We may not be so lucky the second time.

John, this man, Omus,

you said he was a student of yours.

Oh, yes, one of my brightest.

In fact, I recommended his appointment

to the Delta 3 unit.

Well, then you should be able

to tell us how to deal with him.

Well, he's a superb technician.

But I could never quite decide

what value he put on human life.

Sir? We have another problem.

What now?

How do we treat radiation

without a supply of RADIC-Q-2?

We have emergency supplies.

What we must do immediately

is stop shipments to Earth.

Even if it means people will die, Senator?

- Now, Jason.

- Jason.

My first responsibility

is to the Moon Colony.

Naturally, I'm concerned

about the Earth people.

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