Just something to eat.
- Give her to me. Don't.
It's time for bed, Captain.
Yes, you have a great body.
May I use it?
- I'm with the major.
- For his personal use only?
Yes.
That's penally unsocial
on Earth, you know that?
Well, it's not here.
Enjoy your blues.
Hey!
Problems?
Come on.
Come into my quarters.
We'll discuss your problem.
Looks like he's building
his own place.
He's not travelling light.
Maybe I should help him.
Why? He's here to help us.
He's so strange.
That's a lot of stuff.
How long are you staying?
Till I'm done.
What have you got for us?
It's the best. The latest robot.
- We've got three.
- They're not much help.
This one's different.
Different, huh?
It's the first
of the Demi-God series.
Alex? Where'd you get that name?
It's what the major calls me.
I know why
you deny me hospitality.
You have
the run of the place.
I mean you. Your body is
beautiful. I'd like to use it.
I'm not interested.
On Earth, we use our bodies
for pleasure.
No, thanks.
You're afraid of me,
aren't you?
I'm not afraid of anyone.
You're afraid he'll be jealous.
He will be jealous.
He's frightened of new ways.
He's obsolete. He's prob...
Lights.
Pure brain tissue.
Human?
This is an unborn.
It hasn't a thing
on its mind... yet.
Then it has to be programmed.
It takes a human 20 years...
- I'll need four weeks.
- Four weeks?
Once it's together,
- it will take over...
- Take over?
With help.
- Then what?
- One of you will be obsolete.
We can apply for remission
together, can't we?
We have to find a way
to stay together.
The truth is,
I'm close to abort time.
I hoped they'd forgotten us.
They never
seem to forget.
Obsolete...
Alex! I've got it.
We flush the captain
and his friend into space.
You wouldn't do that.
Why? People are flushed
all over the solar system.
- No one cares!
- It's a horrible idea.
It's a great idea.
- Blue dreamers?
- Mm-hmm.
Now?
Why not?
I don't feel anything.
You always want instantaneous
satisfaction.
Do you miss it?
Maybe it's different now.
Yeah, maybe it's worse.
That pill's getting to you.
No...
I think you ought
to go to Earth.
What?
You said I'd hate it.
Find out for yourself
you hate it.
I don't want to go.
Yes, you do.
- I just want to have been.
- So have been.
- And leave you?
- It'll happen sooner or later.
Quiet, please.
You're blocking him.
Meet Hector.
Adam.
Give it an instruction.
Ask something.
- Hector?
- Yes.
Hector, hand the flask
to the major.
Abort!
Glad you didn't ask him
to shake hands.
Wheel and peditate.
Obviously,
there's some fine tuning to do.
Begin.
- I thought you had me.
- You have me.
- Good evening, Captain.
- Good evening.
Can he play?
Yes. I play. He plays.
I'd like to see that.
Hector. All right.
How would you like
to make a small wager, Hector?
He doesn't like
to be laughed at.
Can't you program
a sense of humour?
That's not a priority.
You can't program
a sense of humour.
- Anything I have, he can have.
- He'll definitely have one.
- Who's white?
- You be, Hector.
How does he learn?
Direct input.
He sits him
in front of a blackboard.
I said direct input.
How do you work that?
Brain to brain.
A brain drain?
You mean he draws
from your brain?
Yes. When I want him to.
But how?
Radio contact.
Where do you make
the connection?
Hector.
What were you thinking?
Exchange and simplify.
And you can control
what you think?
- Yes.
- I wish I could.
I teach him
as much as I choose.
You haven't taught him enough.
Sacrifice. That's one thing you
can't teach him, Captain.
Sacrifice.
Checkmate.
Now, whatever he thinks goes
straight into that robot.
Doesn't that scare you?
Not really.
The captain's been carefully
selected. He's trained.
- To control his thoughts.
- Of course.
How do you work that?
Is it the box?
You can hear me, right?
But you can't talk.
Who knows
what's in the captain's brain?
Who knows