"In the final decade of the 21st century... men and women in rocket ships landed on the moon." "By 2200 A.D., they had reached the other planets of our solar system." "Almost at once there followed the discovery of hyper-drive... through which the speed of light was first attained... and later greatly surpassed." "And so at last, mankind began the conquest... and colonization of deep space." "United Planets cruiser C-57-D... now more than a year out from Earth base on a special mission... to the planetary system of the great main sequence star, Altair." " When do we get a D.C. fix, Jerry?" " Half a minute, Skipper." "Ship on course, sir." "We'll reach D.C. point at 1701." "That's less than three minutes now." " All right, take it away." " Aye, aye, sir." "Chief, we'll drop back below light speed in about three minutes." " Got your breakable gear stowed?" " Aye, aye, sir." "All right." "Good." "D.C. set and punched on, Skipper." "All right, attention." "Captain to crew." "All hands squared away to decelerate." "Ship's beeper will, as usual, sound ten times after lights dim." " Come on, Doc." "D.C., Bosun." " Aye, aye, sir." "D.C. stations, on the double." "Wanna bounce through this one?" "[Beeper Sounding]" "[Beeper Finishes Sounding]" "[Electronic Humming]" "[Humming Increases In Frequency]" "[Humming Stops]" "[Sighing]" "All right, we're down to.3896 of light speed." "It's a little warm in here, Skipper." "Yeah." "Jerry, you..." "There's Altair right on the nose, Skipper." "[Whirring]" "Meanwhile, this ship arranges its own eclipses." "Okay, Jerry, punch out an orbit on the fourth planet." "Aye, aye, Skipper." "Ship in approach, Skipper." "Helical vector oriented." "Attention." "Captain to crew." "Attention." "Our destination, Altair-4, is now visible on the main view-plate." "As you'll recollect from your briefing lectures, this is an Earth-type planet." "Twenty years ago, the spacecraft Belerephon landed here... with a prospecting party of scientists." "Our mission is to search for survivors." "That is all." "[Whirring]" "[Whirring]" "The Lord sure makes some beautiful worlds." "How do these continents check with the old charts?" "Be able to tell you better in a while, Skipper." "It's time for brakes." "Okay, take it away." "Astrogator to crew." "Stand by to change flux." "Another one of them new worlds." "No beer, no women, no pool parlors, nothing." "Nothing to do but throw rocks at tin cans, and we gotta bring our own cans." "Attention." "Captain to crew." "We are now entering the atmosphere of Altair-4." "No survival suits will be required upon landing." "Oxygen content:" "4.7 richer than Earth standard." "Gravity, only.897." "Adjust your equipment accordingly." "That is all." "All hands, check equipment." "Not even any short-range radio signals yet?" "Not so far, sir." "Jerry, can you make out anything down there?" "I may be missing some individual structures... but there are no cities, ports, roads, bridges, dams." "There's just no sign of civilization." "[Electronic Static]" "Sir, we're being radar-scanned." " Can you zero on it?" " No, sir." "It seems to emanate from an area of about 20 miles square." " Twenty miles square?" " Yes, sir." " Bosun, pass the alert." " Aye, aye, sir." "Combat stations." "Blaster men, activate your scopes." "Radio contact, sir." "There's a voice." " Human?" " It sounds like it." "Boost it." "[Man] Spaceship, identify yourself." "You're being tracked." "Cut me in, Quinn." "United Planets Cruiser C-57-D, J.J. Adams commanding." " Who are you?" " Morbius of the Belerephon." " Who?" " Edward Morbius." "Here it is. "Morbius, E. Ph.D., Lit.D. Expedition philologist."" " Philologist?" " What do you wish here, cruiser?" "You don't understand." "We're your relief." "We're glad to find you alive." "I, of course, appreciate your concern... but absolutely no assistance of any sort is required." "The red carpet treatment, huh?" "Dr. Morbius, my orders are to survey the situation on Altair-4." "Let me repeat:" "I'm in no sort of difficulty here." "Your best procedure will be to turn back at once without landing." "Sorry, sir." "If you set down on this planet, I warn you... that I cannot be answerable for the safety of your ship or your crew." "If you'll just supply me with landing coordinates." "Dr. Morbius, I require landing coordinates." "Very well, but I wash my hands of all responsibility." " You have standard charts?" " Yes, sir." "You may come in at 83-17-4 north... 148-21 west." "Thank you." "It's right back there in the desert." "Commander, I urge you to reconsider." "Please permit me to recommend..." " [Radio Clicks Off]" " Something funny down there, Skipper." "Okay, Jerry, I'll take her in." "Right." "Attention." "Captain to crew." "Stand by to reverse polarity." "Standard class "A" security will be maintained upon landing... and until further notice, all hands will wear side arms." "That is all." " Artificial gravity off." " Grav. off." " Half flux." " Half flux." " Cut primary coils." " Primaries cut, sir." "All clear, sir." "Look at the color of that sky." "Yeah, but I'll still take blue." "I don't know." "I think a man could get used to this... and grow to love it." " Bosun, you can assemble the tractor." " Aye, aye, sir." " Better check the command mike." " Hmm?" " The command mike, sir." " Oh, good idea." " Chief?" " Sir?" "You're in command now, Quinn." "You keep right at those instruments." " Aye, aye, sir." " Hey, what's this dust coming?" "Looks like we're being met." " Bosun." " Aye, aye, sir?" " Hold the tractor." " Aye, aye, sir." " Quite a vehicle, huh?" " That driver must be a madman." "What driver?" "Welcome to Altair-4, gentlemen." "I am to transport you to the residence." "If you do not speak English..." "I am at your disposal with 187 other languages... along with their various dialects and sub-tongues." "Colloquial English will do fine, thank you." "This is no offense, but you are a robot, aren't you?" "That is correct, sir." "For your convenience, I am monitored to respond to the name "Robby."" "Nice climate you have here." "High oxygen content." "I rarely use it myself, sir." "It promotes rust." "Hey, Doc, is it a male or a female?" "In my case, sir, the question is totally without meaning." "Will you get in, gentlemen?" "Quinn, tractors if I blink red." " I'll bring a tractor in a hurry, sir." " Right." "Passengers will please fasten their seat belts." "Looks after us like a mother." "If you gentlemen will go in, you're expected." " I am Morbius." " I am Commander Adams." "This is Lieutenant Farman, my executive... and Lieutenant Ostrow, our ship's doctor." "How ironic that a simple scholar with no ambition... beyond a modest measure of seclusion, should, out of a clear sky... find himself besieged by an army of fellow creatures... all grimly determined to be of service to him." "I'm sorry, sir, if we're not welcome, but we do have our orders." "But you must stay for lunch, gentlemen... and do forgive the ill manners of an old recluse." "Won't you come in?" "Whatever that lunch was, it was certainly delicious." "Simply some of Robby's synthetics." " He's your cook too?" " Even manufactures the raw materials." "Come around here, Robby." "I'll show you how this works." "One introduces a sample of human food through this aperture." "Here there's a small built-in chemical laboratory where he analyzes it." "Later he can reproduce identical molecules in any shape or quantity." "Why, it's a housewife's dream." "Plus absolute selfless obedience." "Activate the dispose-all unit." "[Zapping]" "A household disintegrator beam." "Put your arm in there." "Order cancelled." "Don't attribute feeling to him, gentlemen." "Robby is simply a tool." "Tremendously strong, of course." "He could quite easily topple this house off its foundation." "In the wrong hands, mightn't such a tool become a deadly weapon?" "No, Doctor, not even though I were the mad scientist of the tape thrillers... because, you see, there happens to be a built-in safety factor." "Commander, may I borrow that formidable-Iooking side arm of yours?" "Thank you." "Robby, point this thing at that althaea frutex out there on the terrace." " Fire." " [Zapping]" "You understand the mechanism?" "Yes, Morbius." "A simple blaster." "All right." "Now turn around here." "Point it at the commander." "Aim right between the eyes." "Fire." "[Electricity Crackling]" "You see, he's helpless..." "locked in a sub-electronic dilemma between my direct orders... and his basic inhibitions against harming rational beings." "Cancelled." "If I were to allow that to continue... he would blow every circuit in his body." "Doctor, how did you come by such a mechanism?" "Uh, I didn't "come by" him, Doctor..." "I tinkered him together during my first months up here." " Coffee is ready, sir." " Gentlemen." "Doctor, do you mean that you made this gentleman?" "A useful enough toy, Lieutenant... but nowadays I have no time for such things." "Dr. Morbius, you're a philologist, an expert in words and languages... their origins and meanings." "Yet this robot of yours is beyond the combined resources... of all Earth's physical science." "My dear Commander, maybe you overestimate... both Robby and myself." "Gentlemen, let me show you another bit of parlor magic." "[Beeping, Shutters Banging]" "Forgive me." "I didn't mean to alarm you, gentlemen." "I had Robby install the steel shutters... before I realized how altogether safe I am here." "[Beeping, Shutters Banging]" "Well, gentlemen, this has been very pleasant." "You've seen how comfortable I am here... no hardships, no special difficulties... and no need at all for military assistance." "Now I daresay you're impatient to get back to base." "Yes, the moment we've interviewed the other members of the Belerephon party." "Others." "But there are no others, Commander." "Before the first year was out, they had all, every man and woman... succumbed to a..." "to a sort of a planetary force here... some dark, terrible, incomprehensible force." "Only my wife and I were immune." "And just how do you account for your immunity, Dr. Morbius?" "We differed from the others only in our special love for this world... in our boundless longing to make a home here... far from the scurry and strife of humankind." "I remember how, when the vote was taken to return to Earth... she and I were utterly heartbroken." "How could we have foreseen the extinction of coworkers and friends?" "Skipper, there is no record of any wife in the Belerephon rolls." "Lieutenant, look under "biochemistry," Julia Marsin." "She and I were married by the skipper on the voyage here." "I have the certificate." "I thought Robby had managed some very charming feminine touches." "I take it Mrs. Morbius isn't at home today?" "My dear wife died a few months after the others." "Only in her case, it was of natural causes." "[Ostrow] I'm very sorry." "Dr. Morbius, just what were the symptoms... of all those other deaths, the unnatural ones?" "The symptoms were striking, Commander." "One by one, in spite of every safeguard... my coworkers were torn literally limb from limb." "By what?" "By some devilish thing that never once showed itself." " And the Belerephon?" " Vaporized... as the three remaining survivors tried to take her off." "And yet, in all these 19 years... you personally have never again been bothered by this planetary force?" "Only in nightmares of those times." "And yet, always in my mind..." "I seem to feel the creature is lurking somewhere close at hand... sly and irresistible, and only waiting to be re-invoked for murder." "[Woman] Father?" "[Morbius] Alta!" "Alta, I specifically asked you... not to join us for lunch." "But, Father, lunch is over." "I'm sure you never said a word about not coming in for coffee." "Well, did you or did you?" "This is Commander Adams..." "Dr. Ostrow and, uh, Lieutenant Farman." " My daughter." " How do you do?" "I've always so terribly wanted to meet a young man, and now three at once." " [Ostrow] That's very kind of you." " You're lovely, Doctor." "Of course, the two end ones are unbelievable." "Could this end one get you some coffee?" "I'm quite able to get it, thank you." "[Bubbling]" "Thank you." "Of course, you must make allowances for my daughter, gentlemen." "She's never known any human being except her father." "I hope you'll make allowances too, sir." "We young men have been shut up in hyperspace for well over a year now... and right from here, the view looks just like heaven." "Sugar?" "But you keep helping me." "After all, you're not Robby." "I wouldn't mind being Robby in certain ways." "That's only in certain ways, of course." "I can see that was probably very clever, but I don't seem to understand it." "Well, there's..." "There's no rush." "Yes, I..." "I suppose one day I shall be obliged to make the trip to Earth with her... for the sake of her natural development." "I should say fairly soon too." "Your father wasn't too happy at first about your meeting us, was he?" "Well, naturally not." "You're from Earth." " What's wrong with Earth?" " How lucky I am, though." "All three of you are such very fine exceptions." " You are exceptions, aren't you?" " Oh, sure, sure." "That is, I am, anyway." "Old dependable Jerry." "Of course, the doc can be trusted too, in the daytime." "What about the commander?" "Well, I hate to tell you this, Alta, but... that man is notorious throughout seven planetary systems." "Oh, dear." "What does he do?" "Well, I don't feel free to discuss... the shortcomings of a fellow officer, but... any girl or woman who lets him get her alone, anywhere..." "Yes." "Yes, I can see it now." "There, just then when he looked at me, his eyes almost had fire in them." "I'm so glad you don't have any fire in your eyes, Lieutenant." "Well, I'm not that harmless." " Alta?" " Yes, Father?" "These gentlemen have expressed a very kindly concern..." " over the amount of liberty you have." " Liberty?" "I told them that you have my permission to visit Earth whenever you choose." "Earth?" "I?" "Then my little girl never feels lonely or confined?" "Why, I don't know." "I have you and Robby and all my friends." "Friends?" "Uh, yes." " Perhaps you'd better call them, dear." " All right." "Come, gentlemen." "I felt something go right through my head." "Alta's whistle is above the pitch of human hearing." "I often feel it myself." " What's up?" " Look." "[Growling]" "No." "Watch." "Why, he's as tame as a kitten." "Outside of the range of my daughter's influence, it's still a deadly beast." "[Growling Softly]" "[Communicator Beeps]" " Just a routine checkup from the ship." " Oh." " What, Chief?" " Everything okay, Commander?" " No problem." " Would you mind activating the viewer?" "Okay." "As you can see, we're under no restraint whatsoever." "[Quinn Whistles]" "Knock that off, Quinn." "If I can be of any help to you in your preparations for the homeward voyage..." "Thank you, sir, but unfortunately circumstances may keep us here a while." " Circumstances?" " You see, my orders... don't quite seem to cover the Belerephon fatalities." "I am forced now to contact base for new instructions." "But, Commander, suppose these new instructions... require my return to Earth for questioning... two years or more away from my work here?" "Tell me, just what is involved in your making contact with Earth base?" "Fundamentally, it's a question of crude power... how to short-circuit the continuum on a five or six parsec level." "Of course, a transmitter like that isn't standard equipment." " No." " To build one... we'd cannibalize about two-thirds of the ship's electronic gear... and then unship the main drive to juice it." "Just to construct a bunker to house the core would take about ten days." "Disabled here for ten days and nights?" "Tell me, would two-inch lead shielding do as well?" "It'd be better if we happened to be carrying 100 square yards of the stuff." "Then I'll have Robby run it off for you... and you'll get it not later than tomorrow noon." "That's very obliging of you, sir." "Obliging?" "[Morbius] Look out there, Commander, the Belerephon party." "Nineteen years ago I dug those graves with my own hands... and I have, believe me, no wish to repeat that experience." "[Engine Droning]" "We'll see you again soon, Alta, I hope." " Thank you very much, Doctor." " Excellent lunch, Doctor." "To tell the truth, I sometimes still miss the conversation... of such gentlemen as yourself, Doctor." "Well, thank you for your courtesy and concern, sir." "Fasten your seat belts, gentlemen." "Easy with this core." "Our M.G. coils won't take us home without it." "Come on, Cookie, out of the way." "You wanna get run over?" "Handle it gently." "It has to get us home." " Is it far enough away from the ship?" " Sure." "No interference there." " What about the magnetic pull?" " Bosun, drop the thing down over there." "Aye, aye, sir." "Where do you wish the shielding stacked, sir?" "You can just put it right over there by the core, thank you." "Wait a minute." "That's solid lead he's carrying." "Common lead would have crushed the vehicle, sir." "This is my morning's run of isotope 217." "The whole thing hardly comes to ten tons." "Hello, Alta." " Hi." " Does your father know you're here?" "He did tell me not to go near the ship, but this isn't very near." " Cookie, out of here." " Aye, aye, sir." "Yes, sir." "[Men Laughing]" "Commander, put me down, sir!" " Commander." " What is it, Chief?" "If you'd like to check my assembly... for the monitor unit of the Klystron transmitter..." " What, already?" " Yes, sir." "Excellent." "Are... are these condensers out of my accelerator circuits?" "Yes, sir." "I borrowed some solenoids from your gyrostabilizers too." "Here's the big deal, sir." "I'll bet any quantum mechanic would give his life... for a chance to fool around with this gadget." "Get this in the ship by dark." "It won't do any good to have some fool fall on it before we transmit tomorrow." " Good work, Quinn." " Thank you, sir." "Psst!" "Come here." "Over here." "Can I be of service, sir?" "Never mind the "sir," but I'm a stranger in this so-called planet... and I was just wondering if you could tell me... where I could get hold of some of the real stuff." " "Real stuff"?" " Just for cooking purposes." "I take a big pride in my duties." "Pardon me, sir. "Stuff"?" "Oh." "[Gasps]" "Just about one jolt left." "Oh, genuine Ancient Rocket bourbon." "See here?" "Hey!" "You low-living contraption!" "I oughta take a can opener to you!" "Quiet, please." "I am analyzing." "[Robby Burps]" "Yes, relatively simple alcohol molecules with traces of fusel oil." "Would 60 gallons be sufficient?" "Gallons?" "I've been from here to there in this galaxy, and I want you to know... you're the most understanding soul I ever met up with." "Ow!" "It's nothing really personal, just a kiss." "Hmm." "But why should people want to kiss each other?" "It's an old custom." "All the really high civilizations go in for it." " But it's so silly." " But it's good for you, though." "It stimulates the whole system." "As a matter of fact, you can't be in tip-top health without it." "Really?" "I didn't know that." "I'd be only too happy to show you." "Well, thank you very much, Lieutenant." "No trouble at all." "Is that all there is to it?" "Well, you've sort of got to stick with it." " Hmm." " Just once more, do you mind?" "Not at all." "There must be something seriously the matter with me... because I haven't noticed the least bit of stimulation." "Honey, let's do this thing right." "Now, here." "Are you giving me the treatment?" "Are you?" "Lieutenant Farman." "Don't say a word, sir." "I know there are lots of pressing duties waiting for me back at the ship... and rank doth have its little privileges, hmm, sir?" "And you can depend on it that those privileges won't be stretched... into taking your kind of advantages." " But I..." " Dismissed." "What's the matter with him?" "Why did you both act so funny?" "Well, what'd you expect?" "Don't you understand, Alta?" "No?" "Well, look at yourself." "You can't dress like that around men, especially not a space wolf like Farman." "So for Pete's sake, go home and put on something that'Il..." "Anything." "What's wrong with my clothes?" "I designed them myself." "Stop looking at me that way." "I don't think I like it." "Ha-ha." "What do you mean, "ha-ha"?" "We were just trying to get some healthy stimulation... from hugging and kissing, that's all." "Oh, that's all?" "It's so easy for you, isn't it?" "There's no feelings, no emotions." "You, uh..." "Nothing human would ever enter your mind." "It so happens that I'm in command of 18 competitively selected... super-perfect physical specimens... with an average age of 24.6... who have been locked up in hyperspace for 378 days!" "It would have served you right if I hadn't have... and he..." "Get out of here before I have you run out of the area under guard... and then I'll put more guards on the guards!" ""And then I'll put more guards on the guards!"" "I don't like him." "I just don't like him." "The way he kept looking at me." "Then he shouted." " What about?" " I don't know, really." "It was awful." "I was only trying to be nice about kissing the lieutenant." "Oh?" " How did the commander react to that?" " He was furious." "He seemed to think that all that about biology had something to do with me." "Personally, I mean." "I've never been so nervous in my life." "I hope I don't see him again if I live to be 400 million!" "Well, I daresay you won't have to." "The best thing you can do is to go to bed." "I still have some work to do in my study." " Good night, my dear." " Good night." "[Beeping]" "[Beeping]" "[Beeping]" "Where have you been?" "I've beamed and beamed." "Sorry, miss." "I was giving myself an oil job." "And what is it you require this time, Miss Alta?" "Robby, I must have a new dress, right away." " Again?" " But this one must be different." "Absolutely nothing must show..." "below, above or through." "Radiation-proof?" "No, just eye-proof will do." " Thick and heavy?" " Oh, no, Robby." "It must be the loveliest, softest thing you've ever made for me... and fit in all the right places, with lots and lots of star sapphires." "Star sapphires take a week to crystallize properly." "Would diamonds or emeralds do?" "Well, if they're large enough." "Five, ten and fifteen carats, and on hand." "I will run the dress up for you in time for breakfast." "[Giggles]" " Sleep well, miss." " Thank you, Robby." "I don't really care now whether I do or not." "Funny to see two moons in the sky, isn't it?" "Funny how quick a guy gets used to it." "Yeah." "[Breathing Sound]" " Joe." " What?" " Do you hear something?" " Like what?" "Like a sort of big breathing." "No." "That's funny." "I did." "[Breathing Sound]" "Strong and Grey, last night during your watch this ship was entered... and valuable government property was sabotaged." "The two of you claim to have been at your posts and awake." "Yet this ship was entered, the heavy-duty hatch was raised... and latched back, and neither of you saw or heard anything." "Except you, Grey." "You heard breathing." "And, Youngerford, let me see, you were asleep in your bunk... and you think you had a dream." "A dream!" "Pending more evidence, you're deprived of space pay and all privileges." " Me too, sir?" " No, you'll stand 20 extra watches." "I'll have less dreaming aboard this ship!" "Dismissed!" " Skipper." " Well, Quinn?" "Half of this gear we can replace and the rest we can patch up somehow... except this special Klystron frequency modulator." "With every facility of the ship, I think I might be able to rebuild it... but frankly, the book says no." "It came packed in liquid boron in a suspended grav..." "All right, so it's impossible." "How long will it take?" "Well, if I don't stop for breakfast..." " Get on it, Quinn." " Thank you, sir." "The tractor's ready, sir." " Wait." "I'll put on a clean uniform." " You'd better stay as you are." " I'm leaving you in command here." " Oh, I see." "Establish a standard perimeter and set up a class "A" alert by sundown." "Aye, aye, sir." "[Squeaking]" "Good morning, gentlemen." "We'd like to see Dr. Morbius." "Morbius is in his study, sir... never to be disturbed while that door is closed." "All right, we'll wait." "Is there any other way out of there?" "This is the only door." "In case you require anything, gentlemen, use the beamer." "How could he have slipped past two sentries?" "Nothing important, Skipper." "Doc, you stay right there where you are and keep your eye on that door." "Okay, Skipper." "If Morbius comes out, we'll call you from right here." "Good morning." "Good morning." " Come on in." " Didn't bring my bathing suit." "What's a bathing suit?" "Oh, murder." "Never mind." "I'm coming out." "Alta, listen." "You mustn't..." "You just wait right there." "It'll only take me a second to get dry." "Yes, well, I'Il..." " I'll just turn my back here." " lf that's the way you feel about it." "Don't worry." "You're not gonna have to look at me anymore." "Hmm?" "You'll see." " See what?" " You'll see what." "Now wait a minute, Alta." "If you're planning on..." "I sure didn't expect to see you today after the way you spoke to me yesterday." "I'm very sorry about the way I spoke to you yesterday." "I was sort of bothered." "Hmm." "All right, you can look now." "Nothing shows through, does it?" "Mm-mm." "I had it made especially for you." "Oh, I thought you weren't expecting me today." "I wasn't." "I guess there's just something about me personally you don't like." "Alta... you always look just beautiful." "Then why don't you kiss me like everybody else does?" "Everybody?" "Hasn't your father taught you anything?" "Well, he says I'm terribly ignorant... but I have had poetry and mathematics..." "logic, physics, geology and bi..." "Ology?" "Of course, that's mostly on the theoretical side." "Well, so far." " Oh?" " What's wrong with theory?" "This." "[Growling]" "Alta." "It's all right." "He's my friend." "[Growling]" "[Zapping]" "I'm sorry, Alta." "I had to do that." "He didn't recognize me." "He would've killed me." "Why?" " You really don't know, do you?" " No, I don't." " Is he still in there?" " Hasn't come out." "Wait a minute, Skipper." "After all, it is his house." "What's the matter?" "Doc, something new has been added." "Ooh." "That's gonna complicate things a bit." "Yeah." "Not even a window." "The robot lied." "Morbius hasn't been in here." "Doc, he's up to something." "Look at this, Skipper." " Hieroglyphics?" " Maybe." "But it doesn't look like Egyptian or cuneiform... or Chinese." "You'll find the household silver in the dining room... and my daughter's jewelry on her dressing table." "Dr. Morbius... last night our Klystron monitor was sabotaged." "And you suspect me?" "Then the time has come for clarification." "Sit down." "In times long past... this planet was the home of a mighty and noble race of beings... which called themselves the Krell." "Ethically, as well as technologically... they were a million years ahead of humankind... for in unlocking the mysteries of nature... they had conquered even their baser selves... and when, in the course of eons, they had abolished sickness... and insanity and crime and all injustice... they turned, still with high benevolence... outward toward space." "Long before the dawn of man's history, they had walked our Earth... and brought back many biological specimens." "I see." "That explains the tiger and the deer." "The heights they had reached... but then, seemingly on the threshold of some supreme accomplishment... which was to have crowned their entire history... this all but divine race perished in a single night." "In the 2,000 centuries since that unexplained catastrophe... even their cloud-piercing towers... of glass and porcelain and adamantine steel... have crumbled back into the soil of Altair-4... and nothing, absolutely nothing remains above ground." "What were they like?" "No record of their physical nature has survived... except, perhaps, in the form of this characteristic arch." "I suggest you consider it in comparison to one of our... functionally designed human doorways." "[Electronic Humming]" "[Strange Electronic Tonalities]" "That recording was made by Krell musicians a half a million years ago." "If you will follow me, I will show you some of their other remaining artifacts." "Krell metal." "Try your blaster there, Commander." "This spot should be molten." "It's not even warm, and no trace of radioactivity." "The molecules are many times more densely interlocked... than in earthly steel... yet it drinks up energy like a sponge." "This is just one of their laboratories." "You will notice that much of the equipment is familiar... though designed for nonhuman technicians." "What's this?" "On this screen may be projected... the total scientific knowledge of the Krell... from its primitive beginning to the day of its annihilation... a sheer bulk surpassing many million earthly libraries." " You're able to read this?" " A little." "It's my profession." "Twenty years ago, I began here with... this page of geometrical theorems." "Eventually I was able to deduce most of their huge, logical alphabet." "I began to learn." "The first practical result was my robot... which you gentlemen appear to find so remarkable." "Child's play." "I've come here every day now for two decades... painfully picking up a few of the least difficult fragments of their knowledge." "A thing like this, it's too big to evaluate." " Think what a discovery of this kind..." " Dr. Morbius... what is this device over here?" "I call it their "plastic educator."" "As far as I can make out, they used it to condition and test their young... in much the same way as we once employed finger-painting... among our kindergarten children." "I often play with it myself for relaxation... although working here, I sometimes wish I'd been blessed... with multiple arms and legs." "Now, you can see that this headset... was designed for something much bulkier than my human cranium." "Now, over here you see... the electromagnetic waves of my brain... sending that indicator up about halfway." "I gather that one of their own young... comparable to a seven-year-old child... was normally expected to send that all the way to the top... which by Krell standards classifies me as a low-grade moron." "Yet I have an officially recorded IQ of 183." "Now then, for the primary function." "Actually, to operate..." "Well, I'll choose a familiar subject to start with to save time." "There now, gentlemen." "What's that?" "What's happening there?" "A statue." "That's Altaira." "Simply a three-dimensional image, Commander." "But it's alive!" "Because my daughter is alive in my brain from microsecond to microsecond... while I manipulate." "There." "Something of a strain." "Aladdin's lamp in a physics laboratory." "Would you gentlemen care to take the Krell test of your intelligence?" " Yes, very much." " You may be disappointed, Commander." "Suppose we start with the good doctor." " What do I do?" " Just sit down there, and I'Il..." "Move forward." "There now." "Now, Doctor, you can read it here." "There's something wrong here." "I have an IQ of 161... yet I don't register a third what you did." "Now the commander." "It's all right, sir." "A commanding officer doesn't need brains." "Just a good loud voice, huh?" "Do I pull this switch to make an image?" "Stop!" "You'd never survive." "Our Belerephon skipper tried it, and it was instantly fatal to him." "Oh, I see." "So you're immune to this too?" "In my first attempt at creating an image here... my brain pattern there was scarcely any larger than yours." "Afterwards, I lay unconscious for a day and a night." "Yet you came back for a second go at it." "It was a question of science, Doctor... but you can imagine my joy when I discovered that the shock... had permanently doubled my intellectual capacity." "Otherwise, my researches here would have come to nothing... poor as they have been." "Recently I have turned up some rather puzzling indications... that in those final days before their annihilation... the Krell had been applying their entire racial energies... to a new project... one which they actually seemed to hope... might somehow free them once and for all... from any dependence on physical instrumentalities." "A civilization without instrumentalities?" "Incredible." "Dr. Morbius, everything here is new." "Not a sign of age or wear on any of it." "Young man, these devices, self-serviced, self-maintained... have stood exactly as you see them for 2,000 centuries." "2,000 centuries?" "And during all this time, what was their power source?" "That's a good question." "May I draw your attention to these gauges... all around here, gentlemen?" "Their calibrations appear to indicate... that they are set in decimal series... each division recording exactly ten times as many amperes... as the one preceding it." "Ten times ten times ten times ten... times ten times ten, on and on and on... row after row, gauge after gauge." "But there is no direct wiring that I can discover." "However, when I activate this machine... it registers infinitesimally, you see... down there in the lower left-hand corner." "And then... when I activate the educator here... it registers a little more." "But this much is negligible." "The total potential here must be nothing less than astronomical." "Nothing less." "The number ten raised almost literally... to the power of infinity." "Gentlemen, would you care to see some more of the Krell wonders?" " Indeed, yes." " Yes." "If you will, step in this shuttle car." "How often the Krell technicians have ridden in this little vehicle." "What now, Dr. Morbius?" "Prepare your minds for a new scale... of physical scientific values, gentlemen." "[Machine Humming]" "[Crackling]" "Twenty miles." "Twenty miles." " Listen." " [Rapid Clicking]" "Circuits opening and closing." "And they never rest." "This is one of their ventilator shafts." "You can feel the warm air rising." "Look down here." "Look down, gentlemen." "Are you afraid?" "7,800 levels." "And 400 other shafts like this one." "[Electricity Buzzing]" "[Morbius] Yes, a single machine." "A cube 20 miles on each side." "For 2,000 centuries it has waited patiently here... tuning and lubricating itself, replacing worn parts." "I have reason to believe that 16 years ago... a minor alteration was performed... throughout the entire 8,000 cubic miles of its own fabric." "But what's it all for?" "Sometimes the gauges register a little... when the buck deer fight in the autumn or when birds fly over in the spring... and nearly a whole dial became active... when your ship first approached from deep space." "I'll show you a section of one of the power units." "These units are sunk in the body of the planet... fifty miles right below our feet." "Now, be sure and look only in the mirror." "Man does not behold the face of the Gorgon and live." "9,200 thermonuclear reactors in tandem." "The harnessed power of an exploding planetary system." "All hands, stand clear of fence area." "All right, Quinn, turn it on." " Have you tested it yet, Bosun?" " Right away, sir." " There you are, sir." " Very good." "Lieutenant?" "Having completed my washing-up duties after chow..." "I request the lieutenant's permission to take a walk... outside the perimeter, sir." " There's nothing out there." " But there is, sir." "I mean... well, I thought it might brighten the boys' mess up a bit... if I could find a few wild radishes or something." "I don't know what you're lying about, but you better get back... before the skipper does, or we'll both be skinned." "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir." "Quinn, this is Farman." "Kill the power on the fence." "All right, put it back on." "480 pints... as you requested." "Total: 60 gallons." "Genuine Kansas City bourbon!" "[Coughing]" "It's smooth too." "Robby, I ain't never gonna forget this." "Any time you're hard up for lube oil, let me know." "What's up?" "Somebody coming this way?" "No, sir." "Nothing coming this way." " [Electricity Crackling]" " The fence is shorting!" "Shall I shut down the current, sir?" "No." "It's stopped now." "Check over the whole system in the morning." "Aye, sir." "It's strange how that fence just shorted out." "Yeah." "[Crewman Screaming]" "You're too arbitrary, Commander." "Perhaps I do not choose to be dictated to in my own world." "Dr. Morbius, a scientific find of this magnitude... has got to be taken under United Planet supervision." "No one man can be allowed to monopolize it." "For the past two hours I've been expecting you... to make exactly that asinine statement." "Just one moment, Commander." "For close on 20 years now I've been constantly... and I hope dispassionately, considering this very problem... and I have come to the unalterable conclusion... that man is unfit as yet to receive such knowledge... such almost limitless power." "Whereas Morbius, with his artificially expanded intellect... is now ideally suited to administer this power for the whole human race." "Precisely, Doctor." "Such portions then of the Krell science... as I may, from time to time, deem suitable and safe..." "I shall dispense to Earth." "Other portions, I shall withhold." "And in this, I shall be answerable exclusively... to my own conscience and judgment." "Dr. Morbius, in the absence of special instructions... you leave me in a very awkward position." "[Communicator Beeps]" " [Farman] Commander Adams." " Speaking, Lieutenant." "Skipper, the chief's been murdered." "Quinn?" "Murdered?" "Yes, he was alone, working on the monitor." "The rest of us were outside on guard duty. I..." " How was it done?" " "Done"?" "Skipper, his body is plastered all over the communications room." "Leave everything as it is." "We're on our way." "It's started again." "Is that it?" "I tried to make a plaster model from the footprints we found." "37 inches by 19." "Why, it's fantastic." "Doc, I don't understand." "Whatever walks on this would be quite an opponent for a man with a club... but with our weapons, Quinn could have..." "No." "This thing runs counter to every known law of adaptive evolution." "What do you mean?" "Notice this structure here." "Characteristic of a four-footed animal." "Yet our visitor last night left the tracks of a biped." "Primarily a ground animal too." "Yet this claw could only belong to an arboreal creature... like some impossible tree sloth." "Just doesn't fit into normal nature anywhere in the galaxy." "This is a nightmare." "Is that what you made out of that footprint?" "I think it's fairly close." "Pardon me, Commander." "Are you ready to hold discipline on the cook, sir?" "Yeah, let's have him." "I'm obliged to remind you that I gave him permission to go out last night." "Did you give him permission to get falling-down drunk?" "Drunk, sir?" "Me, sir?" "Ask Dr. Ostrow, sir." "Four pints of 120 proof bourbon without a trace of hangover in it." "That ain't natural." "Besides, why did that Robert argue me into drinking all that whiskey?" "You were with the robot last night?" "Yes, sir." "Him and me, we kind of got to toasting each other's good health... just for cordial interplanetary relations, you understand." "Now, that's all the time?" "Even while the chief was being killed?" "Certainly, sir." "I hope you don't think I got that stiff in five minutes." "All right." "Dismissed." "I guess that kind of washes the robot up." "Where does that leave us for suspects?" "Maybe it leaves us with the same one." "Maybe we should drop over to that Krell laboratory... and get our IQs boosted a couple of hundred percent." "Sir, burial detail is ready." "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." " Dismissed." " Company, dismissed." "Fine technician." "Good shipmate." "That's a good epitaph for any man." "Good day, Dr. Morbius." "I daresay neither of us slept any last night." "That's a pretty close guess." "I warned you while your ship was still in space." "I begged you not to land on this planet." "Believe me, Commander, that is only a foretaste." "The Belerephon pattern is being woven again." "Remain here and the next attack on your party... will be more deadly and general." "How do you know that?" "Know?" "I..." "I seem to visualize it." "If you wish, call it... a premonition." "What do you make of that, Skipper?" "I'd say it sounded like an ultimatum." " Bosun." " Aye, sir." "Bosun." "I want a clear field of fire in all directions." " Aye, aye, sir." " Randall?" "How soon will radar be operational?" " Operating right now, sir." " Good." "Keep on it yourself." " Aye, aye, sir." " The M.A. alert is completed?" " Aye, aye, sir." " Fine." "Activate main batteries." " Alarm for test." " [High-pitched Tone]" "Fire!" "[Rumbling]" "Check good." "Lieutenant, you got your trouble squad in hand?" "Yes, sir, but they're a little trigger-happy." "They're sort of edgy to see whatever's out there." "Oh, Jerry." "This may be a big deal coming up." "I'm sorry if I've leaned on you..." "Stop knocking yourself out, Skipper." "She picked the right man." "[Communicator Beeps]" " What is it, Randall?" " Radar just picked up something." " Where away?" " At the head of the arroyo." " Moving?" " This way." "Slowly." "Automatic control." "Batteries, fire!" "Batteries, hold fire." "Do you see anything out there?" "Nothing." "Batteries, fire!" "Batteries, cease fire." " Randall." " Dead on target, sir." "Good." " Give me audio-com." " Aye, aye, sir." "Attention!" "This may have been a ruse to divert us from some other part of the perimeter." "Continue watching on your own immediate fronts." "That is all." " [Beep]" " What?" "It just stopped at the foot of the pass." "Are you sure you've got a real blip there?" "Big as a house, and we were on target with both bursts." "It's coming on again!" " Straight across?" " It shows here." "It's still coming!" "Gray, Strong, set up a cross fire on those rocks." "[Electricity Crackling]" "Fire!" "The blasted thing's invisible!" "[Creature Roars]" "[Roaring]" " [Roaring] - [Screaming]" "Jerry!" "Hold fire!" "[Roaring]" "Fire!" "[Machine Pulsating]" "[Groaning]" "[Screaming]" "[Roaring]" "[Altaira Screams] Father!" "Alta!" " Father!" " Altaira!" " Alta, where are you?" " Father!" "What is it?" "What's the matter?" "I just had a terrible dream!" "There was blood and fire and thunder... and something awful was moving in the middle of it." "I could hear it roar and bellow." "Now, now." "You know a dream can't hurt you." "Not me." "Not us." "The thing I saw was trying to break in the camp." "It was gonna kill..." "You'll take care of him for me, won't you?" "You'll protect him." "My darling, I'm completely helpless as long as he remains here so willfully." "Come now." " Bosun." " Yes, sir?" "Get those graves dug." "Keep the men busy." " The busier the better." " Randall?" "Give me audio-com." "Well, men, whatever it was, our main battery stopped it." "You believe that?" "No, it just went away for some reason." "It'll be back." "Doc, an invisible being... that cannot be disintegrated by atomic fission." "No, Skipper." "That is a scientific impossibility." "Hypnotic illusions don't tear people apart." "That's true enough... but any organism dense enough to survive three billion electron volts... would have to be made of solid nuclear material." "It would sink of its own weight to the center of this planet." "You saw it yourself standing there in those neutron beams." "There's your answer." "It must have been renewing its molecular structure... from one microsecond to the next." " Bosun!" "I want the tractor." " Ready, sir." "We pick up the girl and her father whether they like it or not." "Section 86A:" ""Evacuate all civilians from disaster areas."" "You left out two very important words." ""Where feasible."" "If you remember the Belerephon expedition... their ship was vaporized trying to lift off." "Which makes it a gilt-edged priority that one of us... gets into that Krell lab and takes that brain boost." " Bosun." " Aye, sir?" "I'm leaving you in command." "Get the ship operational." "Do your best to wait it out for me and the doctor... but the second that fence starts to short again, lift off... and report back to Earth base on conditions in this sector." "Right, Skipper." "All right." "Get everything aboard ship." "We're pullin' out!" "No lights showing." "Yeah." "Look, Doc, in case we make it into that lab..." "I'll take the first go at the IQ booster." "You hear me?" "I hear you." "I am monitored to admit no one at this hour." "That sounded final." "Maybe if we reasoned with him." "My beams are focused on your blasters, gentlemen." "Hasn't he got a built-in rule against wringing our necks for us?" "[Robby] That is true, sir." "Yet I am monitored to admit no one." "[Altaira] Robby." " Let them in." " Alta, this is your father's order." " Get out of the way." " Quiet." "Robby... emergency cancellation Archimedes." "Why are you here?" "We were attacked." "Three more men dead, including Jerry Farman." "I don't know." "It was... just some kind of big outline in the disintegrator beams." "And you can't explain it?" "No." "Well, anyway, we fought it, and we lost." " I figure it'll be back." " You must leave, now." "I'm not going without you." "But I can't possibly leave him alone." "I just can't." " Then we'll take him." " By force?" "I can't agree to that either." "Can't you?" "You don't realize what's loose on this planet!" "But I'm immune, like both my parents." "That's what he says." "Nothing could be immune to that thing..." "Oh, darling, please go." "Oh, please." "If you love me, go." "Alta." "Doc, will you talk some sense to this girl?" "I'm in over my head." "Doc?" "Doc?" "Doc?" "On the sofa, Robby." "So you took the brain boost, huh?" "[Panting] You oughta see my new mind." "Up there in lights." "Bigger than his now." "Easy, Doc." "Morbius was too close to the problem." "The Krell had completed their project." "That big machine." "No instrumentalities." "True creation." "Doc, let's have it." " But the Krell forgot one thing." " Yes, what?" "Monsters, John." "Monsters from the Id." "The Id?" "What's that?" "Talk, Doc." "Doc?" "Oh, Doc." "Doc." "How romantic!" "The fool!" "The meddling idiot!" "As though his ape's brain could contain the secrets of the Krell." "Father, he's dead." "He was warned, and now he's paid." "Let him be buried with the other victims of human greed and folly." "Morbius, you wanted me to make a choice." "Now you've chosen for me." " Alta!" " I'm ready to go with you, darling." "Altaira!" "No!" "[Robby] I will place him in the tractor, sir." "Thank you." "She mustn't do this." "She must be prevented." "Morbius, what is the Id?" "My daughter is planning a very foolish action, and she'll be terribly punished." " What is the Id?" " Id!" "Id!" "Id!" "It's an obsolete term..." "I'm afraid, once used to describe... the elementary basis of the subconscious mind." " Monsters from the Id." " Huh?" "Monsters from the subconscious." "Of course." "That's what Doc meant." "Morbius... the big machine... 8,000 cubic miles of Klystron relays... enough power for a whole population of creative geniuses... operated by remote control." "Morbius, operated by the electromagnetic impulses... of individual Krell brains." "To what purpose?" "In return, that machine would instantaneously project solid matter... to any point on the planet, in any shape or color they might imagine... for any purpose, Morbius!" "Creation by mere thought." "Why haven't I seen this all along?" "Like you, the Krell forgot one deadly danger... their own subconscious hate and lust for destruction." "The beast." "The mindless primitive." "Even the Krell must have evolved from that beginning." "And so those mindless beasts of the subconscious... had access to a machine that could never be shut down." "The secret devil of every soul on the planet... all set free at once to loot and maim... and take revenge and kill!" "My poor Krell!" "After a million years of shining sanity... they could hardly have understood what power was destroying them." "Yes, young man." "All very convincing but for one obvious fallacy." "The last Krell died 2,000 centuries ago... but today, as we all know... there is still at large on this planet a living monster." "Your mind refuses to face a conclusion." "What do you mean?" "What do you mean?" "[Robby] Morbius." " Morbius!" " What?" "Something is approaching from the southwest." "It is now quite close." "[Beeping]" " Could Robby be wrong?" " No, never." "There it comes." "[Beeping]" "[Shutters Banging]" "I feel sorry for you, young man." "Feel sorry for your daughter, Morbius." "It's listening." "[Banging]" " Alta, go into my study." " You still refuse to face the truth." " What truth?" " Morbius, that thing out there." " It's you." " You're insane!" "You have led it here where Alta must see you torn to pieces!" "You think she's immune?" "She's joined herself to me!" " Yes, and whatever comes, forever." " Say it's a lie." "Let it hear you!" "Tell it you don't love this man!" "Not even if I could." "Stop it, Robby!" "Don't let it in!" "Kill it!" "[Wild Beeping, Electricity Crackling]" "It's no use." "He knows it's your other self." "We're safe." "Why did you jumble that combination?" "Whatever you know in here, your twin self in the tunnel knows too." "I'm not a monster, you..." "We're all part monsters in our subconscious!" " So we have laws and religion." " Let me go!" "You've got to listen." "We don't have much time." "Here." "Here's where your mind was artificially enlarged." "Consciously it still lacked the power to operate the great machine... but your subconscious had been made strong enough!" " I won't hear you!" " You've got to listen!" "Twenty years ago, when your comrades voted to return to Earth... you sent your secret Id out to murder them!" "Not quite realizing it, of course, except maybe in your dreams." "What man can remember his own dreams?" "At least when we approached from space, you remembered enough to warn us off." "But when you thought we were a threat to your little egomaniac empire... your subconscious sent its Id monster out again!" "More deaths, Morbius." "More murder!" "And now this too?" "Harm my own daughter?" "But now she's defying you, Morbius... and even in you, the loving father, there still exists... the mindless primitive... more enraged and more inflamed with each new frustration." "So now you're whistling up your monster again... to punish her for her disloyalty and disobedience!" "And if you don't do something about it soon... it's going to be coming right through that door." "Solid Krell metal, 26 inches thick." "Look at your gauges." "Look!" "That machine is going to supply your monster... with whatever amount of power it requires to reach us." "Look now!" "[High-pitched Humming]" "[Adams] Red-hot." "Soon it'll be white-hot." "Then it'll soften and melt." "Alta, say you don't believe this of me!" "Tell me you don't!" "Then it must be true." "Yes, I must be guilty!" "Then help us, darling!" "I've known you great and noble like the Krell." "Guilty!" "Guilty!" "My evil self is at that door, and I have no power to stop it!" "[Machine Alarm Blaring]" "Stop!" "No further!" "I deny you!" "I give you up!" "[Alarm Blaring]" "[Alarm Subsides, Stops]" "Father." "Oh, Father." "Son... turn that disc." "The switch." "Throw it." "In 24 hours... you must be 100 million miles out in space." "The Krell furnaces..." "Chain reaction..." "They cannot be reversed." "Alta!" "Oh, no!" "98.6 million." "We're clear now." "Quite an astrogator." "A genuine privilege, Commander." "Activate main view-plate." "Aye, aye, Skipper." "That's Altair-4, the bright speck below the star." "Fifteen seconds." "Yes, Alta, your father, my shipmates... all the stored knowledge of the Krell." "Five seconds, four... three, two, one..." "Alta, about a million years from now the human race... will have crawled up to where the Krell stood... in their great moment of triumph and tragedy." "And your father's name will shine again... like a beacon in the galaxy." "It's true, it will remind us... that we are, after all, not God."