William Johnston - Max Smart Loses Control

Max Smart, Agent 86 for Control, was awakened that morning by the jangling of his telephone. Always alert, Max jumped out of bed instantly-and went to the door of his apartment.

Yes. . what is it? Max muttered, looking out into the corridor. There was no one there. Yet, the bell was still ringing. Maxs eyes opened wide. Thats a very good trick, he said, impressed, addressing the empty corridor. How do you do it?

The only response was the continuing jangle of the bell.

Oh. . Max said, addressing himself now, maybe its the phone.

He closed the door, returned to his bedroom, and began looking for his shoes, one of which served also as a telephone. He peeked under the bed, and found the first base mitt he had lost several weeks earlier (just before the big game between the Control Angels and the KAOS Devils), but not his shoes. Max retrieved the mitt, slipped it on, then pounded his fist into it a few times. I sure wish Id had you during the game, he told the mitt. The Chief made me play with what was available. Have you ever tried to catch a hot grounder with Agent 99s handbag? I kept losing the ball in the change purse. Twice, trying for double plays, I threw half-dollars down to second. It was very embarrassing.

The phone, meanwhile, continued to ring.

Max searched the closet for his shoes. They were not there. He looked in the bathroom. Still, no shoes. He stood for a moment, baffled, shaking his head, then wandered out into the living room to look for them. They were not under the couch, nor under any of the chairs or tables. Then, raising up from the search under an end table, he toppled the table over-and the ringing abruptly stopped.

Max pondered the situation. The apartment phone had been on the table and had been knocked to the floor. It was now lying at his feet, with the receiver off the cradle.

Well. . that solves the mystery, Max said proudly to himself. There are my shoes right there. Theyve been on my feet all the time. I must have been pret-ty tired when I went to bed last night.

He removed his shoe phone and put it to his ear. Agent 86 here, he announced.

All he could hear was a dial tone.

Perplexed, Max slipped his shoe back onto his foot. Maybe Im still in bed, dreaming, he suggested to himself, picking up the table he had accidentally knocked over. That ringing certainly sounded real, though. He lifted the apartment phone from the floor and started to place it back on the table. As he did, he heard a faint but familiar voice calling his name. It seemed, strangely, to be coming from the phone. Puzzled, Max spoke back to the instrument.

Max: Chief? Is that you?

Chief (excitedly): Max! Are you all right? Are you in trouble? The phone rang and rang, then the receiver was picked up, but I couldnt get any response from you. What was happening?

Max: Sorry about that, Chief. I was a little groggy. Do you know what time it is? Its eight oclock in the morning. Chief. . am I getting overtime for taking this call before office hours?

Chief: Max, thats too preposterous to discuss-even if I had time to discuss it. But I dont. I have an assignment for you, Max. I want you to get down here to headquarters just as quickly as possible.

Max: Im practically on my way, Chief. Ill be- Oh, incidentally, Chief, I have some good news. I found my first base mitt.

Chief: Thats fine, Max. At the moment, however, that doesnt interest me a great deal.

Max: I imagine Agent 99 will be pretty happy about it, though. If you see her, you can tell her its no longer necessary to keep rubbing her purse with saddle soap to keep it in condition.

Chief: You can tell her yourself, Max. Shell be on the assignment with you.

Max hung up, then returned to the bedroom. He took a shower, then, wrapped in a towel, approached the small machine on the table beside his bed. The machine was his personal computer. It advised him on what was best for him to wear and to eat and, at times, to think. The computer was a great convenience. Max no longer had to concern himself with small, everyday details. He could concentrate on the Big problems.

He punched the Eat and Wear buttons. The computer clattered, then produced a tape, which advised: YOU WILL LOOK SPIFFY TODAY IN YOUR GOLFING KNICKERS AND RED WHITE AND BLUE HORIZONTAL STRIPED PULLOVER. FOR BREAKFAST: RED JELLYBEANS. GREEN JELLYBEANS CAUSE ASTIGMATISM. ASTIGMATISM IS-

I know what astigmatism is, Max snapped, discarding the tape. It so happens that Im an expert on all kinds of Oriental religions.

Max dressed as his personal computer had suggested, then filled his pockets with red jellybeans, left his apartment and drove to headquarters. When he reached the Chiefs office, he found Agent 99 and Hymie, Controls almost-human robot, there, too.

Well. . my loyal assistants, eh? Max said to 99 and Hymie. I want you to know, first off, that it will be a pleasure to have you helping me on this case. You are both exceptionally able agents. I have always found you to be loyal, trustworthy, reverent, and so forth and so on, and generous with your purse in time of need.

Max- the Chief began.

I was just establishing my authority, Chief, Max explained. When Im in charge of a case, I want those who are working under me to know it. That way, when I give an order, theres no confusion or hesitation-they jump!

I understand, Max. But- He interrupted himself, peering more closely at Max. Golf knickers, Max? he asked, puzzled.

My computers idea, Max explained. When my computer gives an order-I jump! He dug a hand into his pocket. Want a jellybean, Chief? I brought a few more than I could eat. My eyes were bigger than my tummy, I guess.

Was that your computers idea, too, Max? the Chief asked.

Max nodded. My computer is always thinking about my health, he said. If it hadnt been for my computer, I might have had my usual green jellybeans for breakfast. That could have been very embarrassing. I dont even know any of the Astigmatists prayers. I often wonder, Chief: how did I function before I got my personal computer?

Frankly, the Chief said, I havent noticed any great change. But, he went on, were not here to discuss your relationship with your personal computer, Max. This assignment-

Max had turned to 99. How do you like my pullover, he asked. I hope it doesnt make me look like too much of a flag-waver.

No, no, you look very nice in red, white and blue, Max.

It goes with your eyes, Hymie said.

Yes, I guess they are a little bloodshot this morning, Max replied. I was up too late last night.

Would I be out of line if I tried to fill you in on this assignment? the Chief asked sourly.

Max looked thoughtful for a second, then replied, I dont see how that could be, Chief. After all, thats why you called us in, isnt it-to fill us in on the assignment?

Thank you, the Chief sighed. Now, he said, heres the background. As you know, theres a great interest in computers these days. Its become almost a craze. Its estimated that there are more personal computers in the country today than there are bathtubs. I-

I dont know why thats so surprising, Chief, Max said. Ive been eating green jellybeans for breakfast for years and my bathtub has never said one word about it. It took my computer to warn me that I was in danger of being converted to Astigmatism.

Fine, Max. Now-

Max, 99 said, astigmatism means weak eyes.

He stared at her, shocked. Fantastic! he said. Its almost unbelievable the things people will worship!

Max-

Go right ahead, Chief, Max replied. 99 is sorry she interrupted you.

As I was saying, the Chief went on, people have come to depend on computers. Computers tell them what to eat, what to wear, when to water the house plants, when to carry an umbrella, when to take out the garbage, when to take the car in for a spring check-up. . The services performed by computers are increasing every day.