This was the one TV show I always raced home to see. You never knew what was coming, but it was sure to be fascinating, an extension of known science, and not always with a happy ending. The boy who really could talk (think) to the animals, or maybe just the birds. But the adults thought this wasn't normal, so they did something to normalize him (medicine?) and he lost his abilities, and all his best friends.
The mysterious weapon, somewhere out in the desert. It killed at long range without bullets. The scientists finally figured out that it was light! Just a narrow beam of light? How could that be? So they rigged up a set of automatic mirrors which turned the light back on its source and indicated the direction it had come from. When they got there all they found was the smoking wreckage. No clue to how such a light had been generated, or by whom.
But when lasers came along, I was ready for them.
P.S. I'm adding this two years later, having read some of the other comments about the air time. When I was a kid I knew nothing about syndication of TV shows; what was on and when it was on seemed set in stone to me. In the Philadelphia, PA viewing area it was on just before supper, soon after school was out, which is why I remarked about running home to see it. I remember Mom calling us to the table, and me staying glued to the set until the story was over! If it had been on late at night, or at random times after various movies, I'd have missed one of the very best shows of early TV.
The mysterious weapon, somewhere out in the desert. It killed at long range without bullets. The scientists finally figured out that it was light! Just a narrow beam of light? How could that be? So they rigged up a set of automatic mirrors which turned the light back on its source and indicated the direction it had come from. When they got there all they found was the smoking wreckage. No clue to how such a light had been generated, or by whom.
But when lasers came along, I was ready for them.
P.S. I'm adding this two years later, having read some of the other comments about the air time. When I was a kid I knew nothing about syndication of TV shows; what was on and when it was on seemed set in stone to me. In the Philadelphia, PA viewing area it was on just before supper, soon after school was out, which is why I remarked about running home to see it. I remember Mom calling us to the table, and me staying glued to the set until the story was over! If it had been on late at night, or at random times after various movies, I'd have missed one of the very best shows of early TV.