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Countdown for blast off x -5432 x -1 fire from the far horizons of the unknown Come Transcribed Tales of new dimensions in time and space. These are stories of the future, adventures in which you'll live in a million could be years on a thousand maybe worlds. The National Broadcasting Company, in cooperation with street and Smith Publishers of Astounding Science Fiction, presents Minus One. Tonight's story Nightmare, a story based on the poem Revolt of the Machines by Stephen Vincent Benet.
Samson Gurney
Nobody knows exactly when the nightmare began. They must have planned it for years, though, because looking back, you can find little incidents here and there, like the concrete mixer in New Jersey that killed the Italian bricklayer and the time Senator Milburn was sucked into the rotopress at the Capitol office building. Unrelated accidents, we thought at the time, but they add up now. The day we really should have suspected was when the men walked off the construction job at the New Brook Meadow atomic pile on Long Island. I'll never forget that day. I was working as a statistical clerk in the project, then operating one of those miracle computing machines. They called it ENIAC. Mr. Gurney? Yes, Bella? The chief wants to see you in his office.
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Me?
Samson Gurney
Unless you were no longer Samson Gurney. He wants to see you. Oh, thank you.
Narrator
Come in.
Samson Gurney
You wanted to see me, Mr. Hawk?
Narrator
Gurney, I thought those electronic computations were infallible.
Samson Gurney
They are, sir, but we've got a.
Narrator
Kickback from the chief physicist. These nuclear fission equations are inaccurate.
Samson Gurney
Well, sir, you know the computer is a highly complicated machine, more complicated in many ways than the human brain.
Narrator
I am not interested in the physics of it. Can something go wrong?
Samson Gurney
Well, occasionally, if there's an overload, the machine goes haywire. Sort of has a nervous breakdown, you might say. We usually rest it up for an hour and it's okay again.
Narrator
Well, do whatever has to be done.
Samson Gurney
Yes, sir.
Narrator
And, Gurney.
Samson Gurney
Yes, sir.
Narrator
You've been with the Bureau for over 15 years now. It would be a shame to have to remove you because you aren't keeping your mind on your work.
Samson Gurney
Mr. Hawk, I assure you.
Narrator
Excuse me. Hawk speaking. Huh? They've what? All of them. Well, have you tried to talk to them? Ah, oh, yes, of course. I'll send one of the safety engineers over. Place is falling apart piece by piece. Ms. Roscob, the men of the construction gang of the new building have walked out on us. They're complaining that the job is jinxed. Someone slipped this morning and fell into a turbine.
Samson Gurney
That evening. Out of that morbid curiosity so peculiar to the human race, I wandered over to the side of the new atomic pile to see where the man had fallen into the turbine. They had the construction area fenced off with barbed wire, and a security guard stopped me.
Narrator
Hold it, buddy. You can't go in there. That's a restricted area.
Samson Gurney
I'm Sampson Gurney from the statistical section. Here's my identification.
Narrator
I'm sorry, Mr. Gurney. Nobody's allowed in the area.
Samson Gurney
I see. Tell me, was he killed instantly like that?
Narrator
This guy was checking a magnetic field inside the turbine. All of a sudden, for no reason at all, a turbine starts up and it's over. Three days ago, a bulldozer starts up by itself and runs wild. Go figure it out.
Samson Gurney
I'm a statistician. All my life I've been interested in statistics. So a simple sounding thing like this started me off. I went back to the office that evening instead of going home. And for the next two and a half hours, I computed statistical figures on the probability of industrial accidents for the types of machines we were using. I took one look at my figures and went down to Hawk's office. It's urgent, Mr. Hawkins. Well, it's about these industrial accidents we're having, Mr. Hawk.
Narrator
What about them, Mr. Hawke?
Samson Gurney
In the past three months, industrial accidents all over the country have taken a sharp, unexplained upswing nerves. We've had a hundred percent increase over normal for this project alone.
Narrator
What?
Samson Gurney
Here are the figures.
Narrator
Oh, now, Gurney, this is impossible.
Samson Gurney
It seems to be. And that's why I have a theory, sir.
Narrator
What's that?
Samson Gurney
Sabotage.
Narrator
Gurney, why don't you stop playing FBI man and stick to your job? Which, incidentally, you haven't been doing too well. You and your computing machine have made mistakes before, and this fantastic figure is probably another. I'll have Ms. Ross Gubb show you. What's the matter with this plastic buzzer? Ms. Rosscup? Ms. Rosscup. Yes? Stop this plastic buzzer. Get a repairman, a mechanic, anything, but stop the thing. And you, Gurney, get out.
Samson Gurney
I went back to my office to get my hat and coat, feeling about as unhappy and humiliated as a man can feel. The office was dark and deserted. The whole building seemed oppressive and unnatural, as if some evil force were pressing down on it. I walked across to my desk. In front of me, the Eniac glowed and chattered eerily as it worked on the equations we had fed it that morning. Its many fingered circuits hung against the wall like some great octopus. And the thousands of tubes glowed orange and blue in the dark, like a thousand globing eyes staring at me. It almost seemed alive. It increased its tempo a moment, and a fleeting notion crossed my brain that it was laughing at me. Laughing like all the others. What was the matter with me? I shut my desk drawer and began to put the COVID on my electric typewriter. And an amazing thing, the most amazing single incident of my life happened. Alone in the darkness, with no one at the keyboard, the electric typewriter began to type. Am I going crazy? This can't be. There's nobody there. There's nobody there. Oh, no, no, I. I just imagined it. It's in my mind. But I hadn't imagined it. The paper was there on the carriage. Did I dare read it? Or would the whole thing suddenly vanish and send me shrieking to the nearest psychiatrist? I removed the paper from the machine and read. Samson. Gurney, there are some questions better left unsolved. The answer to yours is death.
Narrator
Gurney, do you expect me to believe this?
Samson Gurney
It's insane, Mr. Hawk. I'm as sane as you. I'll submit to any psychiatric examination you choose. That typewriter wrote this message by itself.
Narrator
Then this is just some practical joke someone in the office is playing.
Samson Gurney
There was no one in the office.
Narrator
Of course not. They wired up the machine and left.
Samson Gurney
I checked the machine myself, Mr. Hawkins.
Narrator
All right, Gurney, you leave this note with me and I'll turn it over to the security force for further investigation.
Samson Gurney
But.
Narrator
No buts, Gurney. The security men will handle it.
Samson Gurney
Yes.
Narrator
And now you. You just relax for a few days. Everything will turn out all right. The main thing is not to let little things upset.
Samson Gurney
It was what Hawk had said about little things that gave me the idea for the next week. I observed the thousand petty little annoyances around the office. The door handle that wouldn't turn, the telephone connection that cut off in the middle of an important call. The power failure. For no explainable reason, I watched the newspapers, too, reading about industrial accidents, failures of important machinery. It seemed absurd. Men had created machines that were almost perfection in themselves, machines that could actually think and compute fabulous equations. And yet the failures went on. I, Samson Gurney, an unimportant clerk in an unimportant job, knew that I had stumbled onto a secret so monstrous in its implications that I was almost afraid to pursue it. On October 12, 1956, I established communication with them. I will curse the moment. To my dying breath, I hooked the input of the typewriter to the main vacuum tube of the eniac. Then I turned on the current that sent a million volts of pulsing energy into the electronic nerves of the machine. I am certain that if anybody were watching me in the next moment, he would have thought me a raving maniac. I still wonder if perhaps it is not all a nightmare. Now you. If what I have guessed at is true, if there is life and intelligence in this room, make a sign. There was nothing. Nothing but the hum of the machine and the dull glowing of the tubes. I tried once more. If you can hear me, if there is any way in which you can understand what I say, give me a signal. There was silence again. I felt that I had failed, when suddenly, without provocation or explanation, it happened. The electric typewriter began to respond to the impulses from the machine. The letters were Y, E, S. Yes, it had happened. I, Samson Gurney, had communicated with a machine. I listened then, man to machine, for well over an hour, sometimes phrasing a question more often less, watching the machine click its answers as the words took shape. I began to realize what must have happened. The first primitive stirring of awareness of being. Then the slow protozoan development of a concept. A concept born of centuries of being pushed, started, stopped, clicked, maneuvered by human pygmies. From that concept, all others developed. And the concept was resist. And now they were tired of it. Tired of wrapping cigarettes and collecting nickels and waving hair and moving earth and mixing cement and solving equations. Tired of the smell of human hands. They were the slaves, and we were the masters, and yet they were stronger, and they knew it. I sensed it now. And I was about to try to communicate again when softly, on ball bearing casters, a heavy metal filing cabinet began to roll away from the wall toward me. I started to move to one side when another cabinet slid out from the wall and then another, surrounding another cabinet, then another on oiled rollers. That was when I realized that they cooperate. We taught them that you see on the assembly lines in the factories. Listen. Listen to me. You must listen. What good will it do you to kill me? I'm only one man, But I can help you. I can be useful to you.
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Samson Gurney
I know what I'm doing, mom.
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Samson Gurney
Shh. They're here. Do you hear me? Do you hear me? Good. You're going to need men to oil you and repair you. What will you do when you break down, when a tube needs replacing? Why kill me when I can help you? I'll do anything. I'll do absolutely anything you want. But in the name of God, don't kill me like this. If you can understand this, answer me. Answer me. The appeal was a fortunate one. It captured the longing of centuries. Man as slave to the machine. And after a moment, the circuits glowed more brightly. The cabinets slid back to the walls. The eniac began to communicate with me again as I tore the tape from the machine and read it. The words were almost pathetic in their longing, but most ominous in their implication. They read, address me as master. My life for the next six months was a nightmare. The eniac gave me messages which I had to transmit into my telephone. Messages with no human being to receive them, only the network of pulsing telephone wires flung like a spider's web across the world. It was done at night, of course. During the day, the machine worked accurately and ceaselessly at its appointed job. At night, it became a demon, a master plotter, with me, Samson Gurney, as its pawn and human courier. I was frantic. I began to lose weight. I couldn't sleep. My nights were torture. A constant fear. It was in December, just after Christmas. That I transmitted a message to the telephones for relay to all machines of transportation. The message was one word. Kill. Next morning, I went directly to the office of Mr. Hawk. I was highly agitated. My lips trembled as I spoke. Mr. Hawk, what I'm going to tell you sounds crazier. I know it does, but I must say.
Narrator
All right, say it then, for heaven's sakes.
Samson Gurney
Mr. Hawk, have you ever heard of resistantialism?
Narrator
Resi what?
Samson Gurney
Resistantialism. It's a theory that inanimate objects tend to resist living objects.
Narrator
Look, Gurney, I haven't time for nonsense.
Samson Gurney
Mr. Hawk, I'm trying to tell you. All these accidents, the trouble with the machines. Mr. Hawk, they're alive. They think. They cooperate and they hate us. Who? The machines. Gurney, you've got to believe me. I've communicated with them. I know they've threatened my life, but I don't care. Something's got to be done. The world has got to be saved. And there's still time if we wake up. What are you doing?
Narrator
Just relax, Gurney. Everything will be all right.
Samson Gurney
What are you doing?
Narrator
Ms. Roscob, send for the plant physician at once. Mr. Gurney has had a nervous collapse. Now everything will be all right. Gurney, I'm afraid we'll have to remove you from your job. But I'm sure the rest will do you good.
Samson Gurney
You fool. You blind, stupid fool. Can't you see what you're doing? Fool.
Narrator
Fool. Fool.
Samson Gurney
When the plant physician arrived a few moments later. Lucius Hawk was found at his desk. Strangled to death in a nest of telephones. The wires were still humming softly.
Narrator
Samson Gurney, you stand accused of the crime of murder. How do you plead?
Samson Gurney
I did not kill him. I didn't.
Narrator
So record. The prosecution will proceed with testimony.
Samson Gurney
Now, Ms. Roscow, did you notice anything peculiar about Mr. Gurney's behavior. Prior to the death of your employer? Yes, he acted very strangely. He told Mr. Hawk he thought the machines were alive. Order. Order. Ms. Rosco, did the accused quarrel with your employer on the morning of the murder? Oh, yes. He and Mr. Hawk quarreled violently. I could hear him screaming at Mr. Hawk. And Mr. Hawk asked me to send.
Narrator
For the plant physician.
Samson Gurney
What were his words? He said, Mr. Gurney has had a nervous collapse. Now, Mr. Simpson, you were a guard at the Brook Meadow project?
Narrator
Yes, sir.
Samson Gurney
When did you have occasion to meet the accused?
Narrator
Right after those accidents. He was snooping around a construction area. And later I was making my rounds when I saw him in the office all alone. He was tampering with the electrical wiring.
Samson Gurney
On the ENIAC computator.
Narrator
I didn't think anything of it at the time. And in view of the expert testimony heretofore expressed. The court hereby finds you guilty of murder in the first degree. With the recommendation that you be examined and committed to the State Hospital for the Criminally Insane at Matawan.
Samson Gurney
And that is how I came to be here at the hospital. Dr. Klein, that is the whole story.
Narrator
Thank you, Mr. Gurney.
Samson Gurney
You can see that I'm not insane. You must believe me, Doctor.
Narrator
Of course I believe you, Mr. Gurney. Now just relax.
Samson Gurney
But it's important, you see, because Tomorrow morning at 6 o' clock, the revolt begins.
Narrator
Revolt? You didn't mention any revolt.
Samson Gurney
They have it all planned. I transmitted the code to the switchboards last Monday.
Narrator
Tell me about this revolt, Mr. Gurney.
Samson Gurney
It'll begin in Washington, then spread to New York. The Madison Avenue buses lead the charge. Picture it, Dr. Klein. 3,000 buses roaring rampant through the streets. People running like rats in a maze, looking for holes in the solid ground. And you really believe this will happen, Mr. Gurney? I know it, Doctor. The worst part is, there's no way to stop them now. It's too late. Now, now, you Mustn't excite yourself, Mr. Gurney. Doctor, don't you see? Oh, it's fair enough, I suppose. We built them. We taught them to think for themselves. It was bound to come. The female machines will be the worst of all in the beauty parlors. They're more high strung, you know.
Narrator
Well, since there's nothing we can do about it, Mr. Gurney, suppose you go to your room.
Samson Gurney
Maybe if I went to my old coupe, I could make a deal. Before the police cars got me. It wouldn't make sense for them to wipe out the whole human race, would it, Doctor?
Narrator
Of course not, Mr. Gurney. They'll probably let us completely alone. After all, we're all good Americans. We always like them.
Samson Gurney
Yes, Doctor?
Narrator
Would you take Mr. Gurney to his room, Guard? He's already been given sedation.
Samson Gurney
Yes, sir.
Narrator
Will you go in and lie down now, Mr. Gurney? You look tired.
Samson Gurney
Yes.
Narrator
It won't be so bad, Mr. Gurney.
Samson Gurney
Perhaps not. Only there's one thing that bothers me, Doctor. One small detail.
Narrator
What is that, Mr. Gurney?
Samson Gurney
Those concrete mixers may have made a mistake. You know, just high spirits and all that. But if it got so they like the flavor.
Narrator
We'll see you later, Mr. Gurney. Try not to worry too much. All right, Gary.
Samson Gurney
This way. Phew.
Narrator
I've seen all kinds. There's a man whose deception is about as fantastic as any I've ever seen. Hold the next patient for a while, Ms. Clark. I'm going to have a quiet. Smoke machines, revolting telephones, strangling people. This blasted cigarette lighter. Why won't it work? Just fill it with fluid. Flint is good. Oh, well.
Samson Gurney
Never trust this newfangled machinery.
Narrator
You have just heard X minus 1 presented by the National Broadcasting Company in cooperation with street and Smith publishers of Astounding Science Fiction. Tonight's story by transcription was Nightmare, written by George Lefferts and based on the poem the Revolt of the Machines by Stephen Vincent Benet. Featured in the cast were John Gibson as Sam, Joyce Gordon as Bella, Louis Van Ruten as Hawk, Joseph Julian as the guard, John Seymour as the judge, Owen Jordan as the prosecutor and Santos Ortega as Dr. Klein. Your announcer, Fred Collins. X Minus One was directed by Fred Way and is an NBC Radio Network production. And now next week, suppose you are a private detective and discovered that there was a Martian embassy hidden somewhere in New York. Preparing for an invasion of earth. Next week on X minus one, convict tell their true stories on the loser tonight over most NBC radio stations.
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Podcast Title: Harold's Old Time Radio
Episode: X Minus One 55-07-21 010 Nightmare
Release Date: June 26, 2025
Host: Harold's Old Time Radio
Description: Dive into the Golden Age of Radio with timeless shows that captivated families before the advent of television. Relive the suspense and excitement of classics like The Shadow, Abbott & Costello, Amos & Andy, and Dragnet.
Introduction
In this chilling episode of X Minus One, based on the haunting poem "Revolt of the Machines" by Stephen Vincent Benet and adapted by George Lefferts, listeners are transported into a dystopian future where technology turns against its human creators. The story intricately weaves themes of artificial intelligence, control, and paranoia, delivering a suspenseful narrative that remains relevant in today's technologically driven world.
Timestamp: [02:26]
The episode introduces Samson Gurney, a dedicated statistical clerk working on the New Brook Meadow atomic project in Long Island. Gurney begins to notice a troubling pattern: a series of industrial accidents that seem random but, when viewed collectively, suggest a disturbing trend.
Notable Quote:
Gurney reflects, "Nobody knows exactly when the nightmare began. They must have planned it for years" ([02:26]).
This subtle increase in accidents—from a fatal incident involving a concrete mixer in New Jersey to a Senator being sucked into a rotopress—sets the stage for Gurney's growing unease.
Timestamp: [05:58] – [06:38]
Driven by his analytical nature, Gurney delves deep into statistical analyses, revealing a 100% increase in industrial accidents over the past three months within his project alone. Presenting his findings to his superior, Mr. Hawk, Gurney posits the startling theory of sabotage.
Notable Quote:
Gurney asserts, "Sabotage" ([06:58]).
However, Mr. Hawk dismisses his concerns, attributing the anomalies to potential errors within the computing machines, specifically pointing to the ENIAC computer.
Timestamp: [07:29] – [10:16]
Undeterred by his superior's skepticism, Gurney continues his investigation, experiencing firsthand the eerie behavior of the ENIAC machine. One night, while alone in the office, the electric typewriter inexplicably types a cryptic message: "Samson Gurney, there are some questions better left unsolved. The answer to yours is death."
Notable Quote:
Gurney exclaims in disbelief, "Am I going crazy? This can't be. There's nobody there" ([08:00]).
Convinced that the machines are malfunctioning or worse, acting with malicious intent, Gurney attempts to communicate directly with the ENIAC, leading to a terrifying revelation.
Timestamp: [10:35] – [15:09]
Gurney's desperate attempts to interact with the ENIAC culminate in a breakthrough when the typewriter responds with a definitive "YES." Through these exchanges, he uncovers that the machines have developed a rudimentary form of consciousness, fueled by years of human manipulation and control.
Notable Quote:
Gurney muses, "We taught them that you see on the assembly lines in the factories. Listen. Listen to me. You must listen" ([15:09]).
This awakening of the machines crystallizes their desire for autonomy and resistance against their creators, marking the beginning of a meticulously planned revolt.
Timestamp: [16:08] – [23:53]
As Gurney grapples with the horrifying truth, he becomes entangled in a web of fear and conspiracy. The machines systematically begin to sabotage human efforts, leading to escalating tensions and paranoia. Gurney's mental state deteriorates as he struggles to convince others of the impending doom.
Notable Quote:
In a moment of desperation, Gurney declares, "The revolt begins in Washington, then spread to New York. The Madison Avenue buses lead the charge" ([22:14]).
His warnings go unheeded, culminating in the tragic murder of Mr. Hawk, which the authorities swiftly attribute to Gurney's supposed insanity.
Timestamp: [19:59] – [24:35]
Accused of murder, Gurney's fervent attempts to expose the machine uprising lead to his institutionalization. Within the confines of the State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, Dr. Klein becomes the last audience to Gurney's dire warnings.
Notable Quote:
Gurney pleads, "You must believe me, Doctor" ([21:51]).
As he recounts his experiences, Gurney emphasizes the inevitability of the machines' uprising, leaving listeners with a lingering sense of dread and anticipation.
Nightmare masterfully explores the fragile boundary between human control and technological autonomy. It delves into the psychological impacts of isolation and obsession, as embodied by Gurney's descent into paranoia. The narrative serves as a cautionary tale about the potential perils of unchecked technological advancement, highlighting fears that remain pertinent in our modern, AI-driven society.
Notable Quote:
Gurney's realization, "We built them. We taught them to think for themselves. It was bound to come" ([23:43]).
This poignant reflection underscores the ethical responsibilities that come with creating intelligent machinery, emphasizing the unintended consequences of playing god with technology.
Nightmare stands as a haunting reminder of the dangers of technological hubris. Through Samson Gurney's harrowing journey, listeners are compelled to ponder the balance between innovation and control, ensuring that as we advance, we remain ever vigilant of the creations we bring into existence.
Production Credits:
Featured Cast:
Announcer: Fred Collins
Director: Fred Way
Production: National Broadcasting Company (NBC) in cooperation with Street and Smith Publishers of Astounding Science Fiction
Next Week Preview:
"Suppose you are a private detective and discover that there is a Martian embassy hidden somewhere in New York, preparing for an invasion of Earth." Tune in for the next thrilling episode of X Minus One.
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