Doom Machine

And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in, suspense. In a moment, Act 1 of Doom Machine, starring Leon Janney as Dr. Ferris, and written especially for suspense by Edgar Marvin. It's 8 o'clock in the morning, in the year 2500.

On the outskirts of the great city is a large one-story house. In one wing of this house is the laboratory of Dr. Athley Faris, who is seated behind an enormous horseshoe-shaped desk, studded with leavers and small blinking instrument panels.

Morning, Dr. Faris. Good morning, Jack. I tried to work out those calculations. You left the best I could. I hope I have them figured right, sir. Never mind. I won't be able to use them anyway.

I lost the train of thought on that wide pattern we will follow. Oh, it's too bad for me. First you were so far advanced on it. I'm only human, Jack, I'm not a machine. In fact, my humanity practically conspires against me.

The level of concentration I need is fantastic, Jack. But I'm not pure brain. There are disturbances, distractions, emotional upheaval. That's what life is, Dr. Firth, so we can't avoid that. But if there were pure brain, Jack, a mind that would hold pure thought and nothing else, It would carry out the logical sequence of thoughts into action without any deviation

whose purpose regardless of any distraction or human consideration. There's no such thing nor difference. It would be monstrous, perhaps. But it would succeed in its work. But as we, because we're human, too often are distracted and fail.

If we'd rather fail than be just a brain. Yes, yes, because you're a human. And you won't admit that creatures with a pure brain would be superior to you. Come back to your work Jack, I'm just talking to myself anyway.