There is a fifth dimension
beyond tha t which is known to man.
It is a dimension as vastas space
and as timeless as infinity.
It is the middle ground between lightand shadow,
between science and s upers ti tion,
and it lies between the pit of man's fears
and the summit of his knowledge.
This is the dimension of ima Gina tion.
It is anarea which we call the twilight zone.
Witness, if you will, a dungeon
made out of mountains, sal t fla ts and sand
tha t stretch to infinity.
The dungeon has an inma te...
James a. Corr y...
And this is his residence.“
metal sha ck.
An old touring car tha t s oua ts in the sun and goes nowhere,
for there is nowhere to go.
For the record, let it be known
tha t James a. Corry is a convicted criminal
pla ced in solitary confinement.
Confinement, in this case,
stretches as far as the eye can see
because this particular dungeon is on an asteroid
nine mil I ion mil es from the ea r th.
Now witness, if you will
a man's mind and body shriveling in the sun...
A man dying of loneliness.
Entry, 15th da y, sixth month, year four.
And all the da ys and the months and the years are the same.
There'll be a s uppl y ship coming in soon, I think.
They're either due or overdue.
And I hope it's allenby's ship
because he's a decent man and he brings things for me.
Like he brought in the parts for tha t antioueautomobile.
I was a year putting tha t thing together,
such as it is.
A whole year putting an old car together.
But thank god for tha t car, and for the hours I used up,
and the da ys and the weeks.
I can lookatit out there, and I know tha t it's real.
Reality is what? t I need.
Be ca use what? t is there left tha t I can believe in?
The desertand the wind?
The silence?
Or myself?
Can I believe in myself anymore?
Allenby?
Allenby!
How are you, corry?
All right. You?
Quite a place you've got here.
Glad you like it.
I didn't say I liked it. I think it stinks.
You don't have to live here.
No, but I have to come back here four times a year.
That's eight months away from earth.
Sometimes my kids don't even recognize me.
But you, you've got it made here.
Yeah, this makes for simple living, doesn't it?
6,000 miles from north to south,
4,000 from east to west,
and all of it just like this.
All right, Adams, out it out.
Now, we've only got a 15-minute layover.
No one's checking on your schedule way out here.
We can play a couple of games of cards.
If we delay our time of departure,
it just places us in a different orbital position.
We'll never make it back to earth.
We would have to stay here at least
14 days before it's in position again.
Oh, 14 days! I got some beer saved.
We could play some cards.
I wish we could but, like I said,
we've only got 15 minutes.
What's a few minutes?
Hey, we could play chess.
I built a chess set and everything.
Let's go in.
Allenby, only two minutes are gone.
Two minutes have passed already.
We've only got 13 left.
I don't want to foul up your schedule,
but how about one game of cards?
We just don't have the time.
We've been here two minutes already,
and he hasn't asked about the pardon.
How about it, allenby?
You're out of luck, the sentence reads 50 years.
And they're not even reviewing cases of homicide.
You've been here four years now,
so that makes 46 more to go,
so make yourself comfortable, huh?
Corry, we don't make the rules.
We deliver supplies and pass on information.
There's been pressure back home about this kind of punishment.
A lot people think it's unnecessarily cruel.
They may change their minds and alter the law,
and imprison you on earth like the old days.
But...
Who knows what? t the next couple of years ma y bring?
Years?
Every morning, when I get up,
I tell myself this is my last day of sanity.
I can't stand this loneliness one more day.
Not one more day!
By noon, when I can't keep my fingers still,
and the inside of my mouth feels like gunpowder and burnt copper,
down deep inside my gut
I get an ache that's just pulling everything out.
Then I force myself to hold on for one more day.
Just one more day!
But I can't do that for another 46 years.
I'll go right out of my mind.
You're breaking my heart.
Adams, you and carstairs go get the supplies.
Mr. Corry got a broken leg?
You go do what I tell you.
Now.
Tha t big cra te? You knoi/I/, the big one?
You treat that one gently.
Brought you some paperback books.
Thanks.
Corry, I brought you something else too.
It'd mean my job if they ever suspect.
It'd be my neck if they found out for sure.
Look, allenby.
I don't want any gifts.
I don't want tidbits.
Makes me feel like an animal in a cage,
with an old lady out there
who wants to throw peanuts at me.
A pardon, allenby.
That's the only gift I want.
I'm not a murderer.
I killed in self-defense.
There's still a lot of people who believe me.
It happens to be the truth! I killed in self-defense!
I know. I know all about it.
And I doubt if this will be any consolation to you, but...
This isn't an easy assignment to handle...
Stopping here four times a year
and having to look at a man's agony.
You're right, allenby.
That's very little consolation.
I can't bring you freedom.
All I can do is try to bring you things
to help keep your sanity.
Something to... anything so you can just fight loneliness.
Hey, oapta in!
You wanna open up this big crate?
No. Not yet.
Uh, stay out there. I'll be right out.
We got to go now.
We'll be back in three months.
Look, when you open up that crate
there's nothing you need to do.
The item's been vacuum-packed.
You'll need no activator of any kind.
The air will do that.
There will be a booklet inside
that will answer any of your questions.
Corry.
They don't know what it is I've brought,
so I'd appreciate your waiting until we get out of sight.
Have a good trip back.
Give my regards to Broadway.
Sure, corry.
I'll see you in three months.
Allenby?
I don't much care what's in it,
but for the thought...
For the decency—-
thank you.
You're quite welcome, corry.
Captain.
Captain?
Captain, what's in the big crate, huh?
I'm not quite sure, really.
Maybe it's just an illusion.
Maybe it's salvation. I don't know.
Let's go.
"You are now the proud possessor
"of a robot built in the form of a woman.
"To all intent and purpose, this creature isa woman.
”Physiol ogicall y and ps ychol ogicall y,
”she is a human being
”with a set of emo tions and a memory track,
”the ability to rea son, to think and to speak.
"She is beyond illness and, under normal circumstances,
"should have a lifespan
"similar to that of a normal human being.
Her name is Alicia."
My nam e's Alicia.
What's your name?
Get out of here.
Get out of here!
I don't need no machine.
Go on! Get out of here!
My nam e's Alicia.
What's your name?
I brought you some water.
Put it over there.
It'll get warm just sitting there.
How would you know?
I can feel thirst.
Yeah? What else can you feel?
I don't understand.
Can you feel heat?
Yes.
And cold?
Yes.
And hunger?
How about pain?
Can you feel pain?
That, too.
How?
You're a machine, aren't you?
Yes.
Why would...
Why didn't they build you to look like a machine?
Why didn't they build you out of metal
with bolts and wires and electrodes
and things like that?
Why'd they turn you into a lie...
Cover you with something that looks like flesh...
Give you a face?
Aface thatifln
if I look at long enough, makes me think...
Makes me believe that...
It's a lie!
Corry?
Corry.
You mock me, you know that?
When you look at me, when you talk to me, I'm being mocked.
I'm sorry.
You hurt me, corry.
Hurt you?
How can I hurt you?
This isn't real flesh.
There aren't any nerves under there.
There aren't any muscles or tendons.
You're just like this heap...
A hunk of metal with arms and legs instead of wheels.
But this heap doesn't mock me the way you do.
It doesn't look at me with make-believe eyes,
or talk to me with a make-believe voice.
Well, I'm sick of being mocked by the memory of women.
And that's all you are...
A reminder to me that I'm so lonely
I'm about to lose my mind.
I can feel loneliness, too.
Oh, Alicia, I'm sorry.
Alicia's been with me now for 11 months.
It's difficul t to write down
whathas been the sum total
of this very strange and bizarre rela tionship.
Is it manand woman?
Or man and ma chine?
I don't reall yknow myself.
But there are times when I do know
tha talicia is simpl y an extension of me.
I hear my words coming from her, my emo tions.
The things tha t she has learned to love
are those things tha t I've loved.
I'm not lonel yanymore.
Ea ch da y can now be lived with,
and I love Alicia.
Nothing else ma tters.
And tha t's the star.
Tha t's in the cons tel la tion of.
And there's the great bear.
See it with it's pointer stars in line with the northern star?
And there's the constellation Hercules.
God's beauty.
That's right, Alicia.
God's beauty.
That star, corry. What's that star?
That's not a star, that's a ship.
A ship? But it can't be a ship.
There isn't one due here for three months.
You said after the last time, not for another three months.
It must be allenby's ship.
He's the only one that ever comes close.
They stop at the other asteroids, then they come here.
That means we'll see them in the morning.
We'd better get back to the house then.
Corry!
Corry, we've got good news for you.
All the sentences have been reviewed.
You've been given a pardon!
We're taking you back home on this ship,
but we've got to take off from here
in 20 minutes and we can't wait longer.
We've been dodging meteor s torms.
We're almost out of fuel.
Any I onger than 20 minutes,
and we'll ha ve passed the point of departure,
and I Don't think we'd make it back.
Allenby, what did you say?
A pa rdon!
Corry, they've granted you a pardon!
But it won't do us any good
unless you get ready to move out.
We picked up seven other men off asteroids.
We only have room for 15 pounds of stuff.
Pick up what you need in a hurry, leave the rest behind.
15 pounds?
I don't have 15 pounds of stuff.
All I have is a shirt, a ledger book, a pencil
and a pair of shoes.
That car they can keep.
That'll be for the next poor devil.
Aw, there won't be any "next poor devil."
Good.
Good. I'm glad of that.
Alicia and I will climb into that ship of yours.
And we'll look out the port,
and we'll give itall a big kiss goodbye.
Who, corry?
Oh, my dear god, I forgot her.
He's out of his mind. Who's Alicia?
A robot.
She's a woman.
Corry, she's a robot.
She's a woman!
She's gentle and kind.
Allenby, she kept me alive.
Why, if it wasn't for her, I'd have been finished.
I'd have given up.
That's the crate you wouldn't let us look at.
We can't let this be a problem.
Problem? There's no more problems.
There's no more problems on heaven and earth.
We'll just climb in that ship of yours
and when we hit that big, beautiful green earth...
15 pounds.
Oh, wait a minute.
You'll have to throw out some equipment.
Alicia... she weighs more than 15 pounds.
That's exactly the point, now.
Our ship is stripped now.
We only have room for you and that ledger and pencil.
Leave that robot.
She's not a robot!
She's a woman!
You leave her behind, that's murder!
Wait a minute.
I haven't got any choice. Understand?
No, you don't understand! She's not a robot!
She's a woman!
Alicia! Alicia!
Corry!
Alicia! Alicia!
Alicia?
Alicia!
Come on, corry.
We just want you to get your gear packed
and get out of here. We've got 15 minutes, captain.
I'm not leaving without her!
Cory!
Alicia!
Alicia! Alicia, show them!
Talk to them! Show them!
Talk to them, Alicia!
Show them!
Alicia, show them!
I don't have any choice.
I have no choice at all.
Oorr y?
No! No!!
Corry. Corry.
Corry... corry...
We've got to go now, oapta/n.
We will go noi/I/.
Come on, corry.
Time to go home.
It's all behind you now, corry.
It's all behind you.
It's like a bad dream...
A nightmare.
When you wake up, you'll be back on earth.
You'll be home.
Home?
Tha t's right.
All you're leaving behind is loneliness.
I must remember that.
I must remember to keep that in mind.
On a microscopic piece of sa nd tha t fl oa ts through spa ce
is a fra gment of a man's life, left to rust
as the place he lived in, and the machines he used.
Without use, they will dis/n te gra te
from the wind and the sand and the years thatact upon them...
A I I of Mr. Corr y's ma chine s,
including the one made in his image,
keptalive bylove
but now obsolete in the twilightzone.
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