Gradually, the technicians running Delos begin to notice problems with the androids. In what may be the first mention of the concept of a computer virus in a film, the technical staff describe inexplicable problems and breakdowns spreading "like a disease" between the machines, first in one area of the park and then on to the others. First, the robots in MedievalWorld begin suffering an inexplicable number of systemic failures.
INT. CONTROL ROOM:
Scientist: Since we opened the resort we had a failure and breakdown rate conforming to computer predictions. That is 0.3 malfunctions for each 24-hour activation period concurrent or not. Now, this was an anticipated operations aspect of the resort and we were fully able to handle it. The majority of the breakdowns were minor or peripheral until about 6 weeks ago.
Then Roman World had a rise in breakdown rate which doubled in a week. In addition, we saw a disproportionate rise in central as opposed to peripheral breakdowns. Now, we identified some problems with humidity control. And regained homeostasis. Despite our corrections, the breakdown rate continued to climb. Then Medieval World began to have trouble. Now we're seeing more Western World breakdowns.
And there's a clear pattern here which suggests an analogy to an infectious disease process spreading from one resort area to the next. Perhaps there are superficial similarities to disease.
Scientist: It's only a theoretical concept. There are many ways to order that data.
Scientist: I must confess, I find it difficult to believe in a disease of machinery.
Scientist: We aren't dealing with ordinary machines here. These are highly complicated pieces of equipment almost as complicated as living organisms. In some cases, they've been designed by other computers. We don't know exactly how they work.
Scientist: I'm not getting around pickup from the tenth quadrant.
Scientist: Okay, my telemetry is good. Report, I have good telemetry.
Scientist: We have sunrise at 0.43. Ready on all quadrants. Energize grid.
Scientist: All right, then give me a 436, if you can patch that in. If not, 435.
Scientist: I have sound now. Thank you very much.
Scientist: Yes, I want scrambled eggs and bacon and cinnamon toast. Do you have cinnamon toast? You do? Okay, send it down to Central Control Room, Console 3.
Scientist: Wait a minute.
Scientist: What was that? No grounding on Unit 5?
Scientist: Try a bypass. I have readings on all units, 5 included.
Scientist: Hold on a minute. All right, let's stand by for resort activation.
Scientist: You ready on Phase 443? Okay, we are going to activate at 59.
Scientist: Lower gain Alpha 2.
Scientist: Ready on 6, on 5, on4, on 3, on 2. Active now.
INT. BATHROOM:
John: Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam. And the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day. Home, home on the range.
INT. HOTEL ROOM:
John: What do you want?
Gunman Robot: Not a word.
John: Do you mind if I finish shaving?
Lady: Have you no sense of...
Peter rushes in and shoots the Gunman Robot.
Peter: Was he bothering you? He's not gonna bother you again.
Later, the Sheriff hauls Peter into jail.
INT.JAIL:
Sheriff: I'm here to tell you that things have changed. There's law here now. You can't go around plugging whoever you please.
John: But, Sheriff, it was self-defense.
Sheriff: That's what they all say. He shot a man. He'll have to stand trial. Judge'll be here next week. If I were you, I wouldn't trouble over your friend here. Judge Benson likes to hung'em. Hang them high.
John: Look Sheriff.
Sheriff: Beat it! I said, beat it.
Peter: I've never been in jail before.
Sheriff: First time for everything.
Peter: But I haven't done anything wrong.
Sheriff: You shot a man. That's something. Where are you from?
Peter: Chicago.
Sheriff: Chicago's a long way from here, fella. 1000 miles and more.
Soon after, John plans a jail break.
AFTER KILLING SHERIFF:
Peter: Guess that sort of makes us desperados.
John: Yeah, I guess. Well, what do we do now?
Peter: The way I figure it, anything we want.
John: There's no law in that town now.
Peter: I'll say.
John: We go in there. and we do anything we want! You know what?
Peter: What?
John: I almost believe all this.
Peter: Why shouldn't you believe it? It's as real as anything else.
John: Yap! I reckon.
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