Occasion ... for Disaster

How it begins

The telephone, Malone realized belatedly, had had a particularly nasty-sounding ring. He might have known it would be bad news. "Nothing at all wrong?" he said into the mouthpiece. "Not with any of the computers?" He blinked. "Not even one of them?" "Not a thing," Mitchell said. "I'll be sending a report up to you in a little while. You read it; we put them through every test, and it's all detailed there." "Of course we were," Mitchell said. "Of course. And the machines passed every single test. Every one. Malone, it was beautiful." "There is, Malone," Fred said. "There is. I think there's definitely something odd going on. Something funny.