Countdown to glass box.

Explanis 5, 4, 3, 2,

X-1, fire.

From the far horizons of the unknown come tales of new dimensions in time and space.

These are stories of a future, adventures in which you'll live in a million could be

years on a thousand navy worlds.

The National Broadcasting Company in cooperation with galaxies science fiction

magazine presents.

X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X.

One, one, one.

Tonight, the time is the late 1960s, the place, Washington D.C. the story.

My name is Comedy. I'm a grade one cybernetic man at Western Alliance headquarters in the Pentagon.

It used to be a rocket pilot, but they retired me at 27 after I made the third successful flight to the moon.

As a grade one cybernetic operator, I get to work with Junior. Let me tell you about Junior.

He was built in 1962 and he was the world's finest electronic brain with a possible exception of Ivan, the Eastern Alliance brain, which was built on stolen plans and modeled after Junior.

The only problem in the country permitted in the same room with Junior because the data we feed him is so secret.

One of those four is the president of the Western Alliance, the other three are myself, Charlie Mazer, and the Chiefs.

Right?

Yes, Chief.

Have you got Junior running a problem?

Well, I just set in the hourly data for probability of H-bomb war with the Eastern Alliance, and he's ready hold it.

According to the data just received, the probability of a hot war between the Western and the Eastern Alliance is 99.930 in favor of such a war breaking out within the next month.

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