Attack of the killer time piece? Sworn enemy of the fearsome alien race, the Westclox? No. KRONOS was an invading robot shaped like a big blocky skyscraper:
It’s like the attack of the ill-proportioned International Style office block. It did not speak in-that-met-tal-voice, which helped the suspense. It didn’t say anything; just stamped around and sucked up electricit, making an odd squeak, stamping its legs as it moved. If you're ten, it's pretty awesome. If you're not it has other pleasures - it's superwide screen, keeps the stock footage to a minimum, has an usual monster, includes the standard inefficacious nuclear attack, and
This being the 50s, upright scientists are aware of Kronos before it even
Love the sets: here’s the big lab.
We’ve placed those data tapes in an inconvenient location, just as you asked, sir. And we substituted paper-mache pizzas for the tapes. My kid made them. She's awfully proud. Hope you don't mind.
The scientist calls his computer SUSIE, and of course there's a good reason:
Ah but of course.
Sir, are you sure you want these dials and readouts placed away from your desk? You’ll have to get up and walk around to see them. Dammit, man, do what I say!
In the end he fares poorly:
Why did I decorate with faux marble and egg cartons? Why?
As for how the combined forces of humanity performed against Kronos:
Thanks for the day-brightener, Mr. General Sir. Maybe you could try something? Let's try anything. What's the worst that could happen?
I'm always amused that they run other stories on the front page. Old sci-fi newspapers are always like this: the armies have FAILED to stop the world-destroying monster, and a controversial building code still makes the front page. But that's not why I bring this up. I bring it up because of this guy, a perennial Bleat subject:
Here's a grab from a scene in which the fellow above informs his colleagues about the trajectory of an object heading towards good old terra firma:
Here's the dialogue.
If you just sat up and said hey, I know that, you're not alone, and you know how I felt. When I heard that line, it was a wonderful moment. It identified If something I heard many years ago:
Yes, it's Escape Velocity, by Man or Astro-Man? But wait! There's more!
Once more, the line:
Sound familiar? Yes, it's him. George Jetson. His real name is actually George, too - O'Hanlon. Somehow that brings it all full circle - mid-century sci-fi, post-punk surfcore whatever music, and the jet-age vision of the future. What it coheres into I've no idea, but there it is.