Futureworld

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You did it! You did it!

Come here!

You just hit it big time!

You just won the Big Bundle!

And what a bundle it is, Ron!

Do you realize you just won $50,000?

There you are.

Yeah, that's only the beginning.

The Really Big Bundle is that

you're going to have a week

at the most fabulous resort in the world.

You're going to Delos, Ron!

- Delos!

- That's right, Delos.

Where you may choose Roman World,

a lusty treat for the senses,

where beautiful robot women

are yours to command

and robot gladiators die

at the point of your sword.

Or Medieval World, an exact

reconstruction of 13th century Europe,

where you may live like an absolute king.

Or Spa World, a garden of pleasure,

where old age and pain

have been eliminated.

Or Futureworld, where you will be

transported throughout the solar system,

commanding you very own rocket ship,

enjoying the favors of robot women

of weightless beauty,

soaring through space like an astronaut.

All that and more is yours, Ron.

Congratulations.

You keep following me?

Bye, Mac.

Hello, Shorty.

How many points you gonna give

on the Colts?

- Seven.

- Seven?

I got 50 says you're wrong.

Ain't never gonna get rich being stupid.

Just say I got a hunch.

- I read your column today.

- Yeah, what'd you think?

It's gonna wrap a lot of garbage.

Yeah, quack, quack, quack.

Hey, you behind on your bills?

Good morning to you too.

Some guy's been calling for you

every five minutes for the last two hours.

Driving me nuts!

- Get a number?

- Nope.

City desk, Browning.

Is this Chuck Browning?

That's right.

Look, you wrote a story a couple of

years ago about the trouble at Westworld.

You're the same guy, right?

You bet.

I got a story for you, maybe a big one.

All right, tell me.

You crazy? I ain't giving it away.

I'm in trouble. I need some money.

- Okay, how much?

- I don't know.

All I want is for you to meet me somewhere.

I'll tell you what I got,

you pay me what it's worth.

All right, what's your name?

Frenchy. Frenchy DuPorte.

Mee tme in ten mimutes at the

Hyatt Regency crossover, Frenchy.

What do you look like?

I seen your picture.

I'll find you.

Anything?

It's my day for long shots.

Frenchy?

What's the matter?

Frenchy, what happened?

Delos.

What?

Delos.

- You're late.

- You're right.

Two years ago, the worst day

in the history of Delos

began with no obvious signs

that anything would go wrong.

The robots were behaving as programmed.

And although there was some evidence

of circuit malfunction,

it was well within the normal parameters.

Mr. Dyffy, are you saying that despite

your sophisticated sensors,

- What the hell are you doing here?

- you had absolutely no indication about it?

- Later.

- None at all.

Then quite suddenly,

one of our most complicated

robot gunslingers

began to act in a most vicious manner.

For the first time in our history,

a robot actually killed a guest.

Within a few moments

Delos was in turmoil.

I thought your only problem

was in Westworld?

No, thanks to your Mr. Browning,

Westworld got the brunt of the bad publicity,

but the breakdown occured

throughout the resort.

Mr. Duffy, I don't quite understand

why you didn't shut off

the power supply to your robots.

We did.

But they ran on reserve long enough

to do a great deal of damage.

- How many guests were killed?

- More than 50.

And of course, many of our own

technicians also died.

In fact, by the time we regained control,

95 members of our technical

and maintenance staff

had either been killed or wounded.

Aside from the human loss,

It was a financial and public relations

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