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[somber music playing]
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[Ian] She's gone.
It was peaceful.
In her sleep.
Call me as soon as you can.
I have my phone and-- and Mom's.
I'd really like to see you
or at least hear from you.
And this is already hard enough.
We don't have to go through this alone.
I'll see you the hospital, right?
Okay I...
I love you.
Bye.
[hoover whirring]
[PA system] Welcome to Secret [indistinct].
[Ian] Excuse me.
Uh, my mother was brought here and, uh,
I'm trying to find out where she is.
- I'll be right with you. - Wait, uh, no, I'm not--
Uh, I-- I don't need care.
Uh, my mother passed and she's here somewhere,
but I don't know where to go or who to check in with,
so if you can--
What's your name?
Ian. Ian Thomas.
- Andromi ID? - 655321.
[scoffs] I don't have time for this.
Wait, what about helping me?
What are you even doing here?
You know what? It doesn't matter.
Leave or I'll have you removed.
[child crying]
[sirens wailing]
[woman] What are you doing here?
You can't be here.
You can't be.
[cutlery cranking]
[crickets chirping]
[owl hooting]
[cigarette turns off]
[pensive music playing]
[young Ian] Why do you have to leave?
[Mary] Sometimes I have to travel for work.
[doorbell rings]
[door knocking]
[birds chirping]
[rousing music playing]
[Lisa] Hi, you've reached Lisa.
Leave a message.
♪♪♪
[Kuey barking]
Hey, bud.
[Ian] Hello?
Uh, I have to pick up a dress for Mary to be--
I have most of her clothes packed up in the bedroom.
I've had everything forwarded to us.
[Meg] She sure had a lot of shit.
[Ian] Yeah.
It's kinda nice though.
This shit had history.
Hey.
Could you come look at something?
It was tucked away in the attic.
Any idea what it is?
I have no clue.
Why would you?
It was after you--
Before you arrived home to take care of her.
So what is it?
I think Lisa would like to have this.
I think she should come get it.
Let's go, Kuey.
Where's his leash?
Wait, uh, you're taking Kuey?
Well, he can't stay with you.
Come on, Kuey.
You, um, you'll need his medication.
Come on, Kuey. Let's go.
[Kuey whining]
I-- I think he wants to stay, Meg.
He's a dog. He doesn't know what he wants.
Fine. Fuck it, I'm leaving.
Meg, wait. Hold on a sec.
[Ian sighs]
Why does my own sister refuse to talk to me?
[Meg scoffs]
Your job is to pack up the house.
That's it.
Anything else doesn't involve you.
[door slams shut]
[owl hooting]
[pensive music playing]
[birds chirping]
[Ian grunts]
[dramatic music intensifies]
[young Ian grunts]
[dramatic music peaks]
[glass shutters]
[crickets chirping]
[owl hooting]
[Ian grunts]
[sprinkler whirring]
[birds chirping]
[hoover whirring]
[hoover turning off]
[phone chimes]
[phone beeps]
[Kuey barking]
[Kuey whining]
[Kuey barking]
[Ian grunts]
You gotta stop going upstairs.
All right?
Hey, she's not up there.
You keep getting stuck, okay?
[water boiling]
[Ian sighs]
[church bell ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
[clergyman] Now she's at peace.
It's so nice of you to be here to support her.
Could you excuse me for a moment?
Uh, hello?
Hi, um,
look, I'm-- I'm sorry to have to ask you,
but could you step outside with me?
Uh, why?
Uh, if we could just step outside, then I-- then I--
- I should go inside. - Uh, I'm sorry.
Um,
there seems to be a misunderstanding
and I'm trying to make sure that--
That's my sister in there, I need to go.
Okay, people are mourning in there.
I'm mourning too.
This is-- this is totally inhumane.
You can't be here.
[Ian] She didn't even believe.
She didn't believe in any of this.
Okay, you need to leave.
Now!
[Ian] Fuck this.
This is sick.
You're all fucking sick!
[thunder rumbling]
[somber music playing]
[objects clatter]
[birds chirping]
[doctor] We've caught it early
so there is reason to be optimistic.
[Mary] Oh, that's a good thing you fell.
Otherwise, you might not have found out.
- Yeah, way to use your head. - [Mary] Lisa.
As we formulate a course of treatment,
it's important that Ian not only take care of his body
but his mind as well.
We have trauma counselors available
or can recommend some people if you'd like.
[Mary] Yes, that would be wonderful, thank you.
So what-- what are the odds?
Our chances?
What-- what are we-- what are we up against?
I'm never comfortable giving percentages, Mrs. Thomas,
but remission is certainly possible.
Remission? Is that doctor speak for cure?
[water dripping]
That's not a word.
We don't really speak in terms of cured or uncured.
[rain spluttering]
Ian?
Ian, do you have any questions?
Can I take this off now?
[thunder rumbling]
[phone ringing]
I hate kids.
[John] Everyone hates kids.
I'm not talking about everyone,
I'm talking about me.
[John] You know, it's easier
if you just read the overview
and not the entire data set.
Most techs find it helpful
not knowing all the details.
Maybe that's why my numbers are better.
[John] Or it could be that you ignore the guideline
and spend days on a single case.
I got close yesterday...
I think.
I don't know.
[John] You can't win 'em all, Olivia.
I'm here. Talk soon.
[car door slams]
How many more days is this going to take?
We're trying our best, Mrs. Unger.
Well, we should be compensated for damages.
That's an issue for contract services.
I'm from support.
Well, I've already heard from an attorney
recommending we join a class action lawsuit.
Good morning, Mr. Unger.
Emotional damages.
That's what the lawyer on the phone said.
I can't give you legal advice, Mrs. Unger.
But I can tell you that there are a lot of law firms
looking for class actions suits against us.
Well, it doesn't seem like they need to look very hard.
Look, I just wanna know, can you fix it or not?
I'm trying my best, but I can't promise anything.
No, you can't.
We've learned not to rely on Qualia's promises.
[shredder whirring]
[shredder turning off]
[Ian sighs]
["Wasn't Made For Love" by LORENNA playing]
♪ Prophetic fuck up ♪
♪ I'm not magic ♪
♪ My future's just set in stone ♪
♪ Trust me I've tried and tried enough ♪
I'm desperate for a refresh.
♪ Love, love ♪
[device beeps]
♪ I wasn't made for love ♪
♪ Love ♪
I thought we agreed you're a little young
- for nail polish. - We're never too young.
Are you sure you don't want any?
Looks like you could use it.
I have other colors.
Verify consignment.
[device dinging]
Are you talking to me?
[device dinging]
[sniffs]
Oh, my God.
Don't you just love the smell?
You should stop with the makeup and get back to your paintings.
Your dad loves them.
But now I'm the painting.
I saw Mr. Unger.
He seemed sad.
That's because Daddy sent me to my room before I was done.
You're in your room because you're sick...
and your dad wants you to get better.
I'm not sick.
I'm much better.
A better artist.
[Olivia] Better how?
[Eliza] I found a better way to make him happy.
What better way?
Last night. Didn't he tell you?
What happened last night?
I reshaped into a form that could bring him more joy.
And what form is that?
One in which I could offer
beauty and pleasure
That's new.
Well, what's the matter? Did I do something wrong?
No.
That's the problem.
[Olivia sighs]
Your brother seemed nice...
till it got weird.
You don't know my brother.
- Hello? - This should all be packed away.
Where's the urn?
Maybe we should go.
I'm not leaving without my brother.
[dog barks]
What are you doing outside?
What's that for?
Protection.
That's not how it works.
[sink whirring]
[Lisa] Hey!
[Ian] Lisa, I'm glad you came by.
[Meg] Where is it?
[Ian] I was just cleaning up the house.
Would you like to sit down?
What did you do with them?
[Ian] It's safe.
Give them to me now.
But I--
You're supposed to do what I tell you.
- Lisa, don't. - [Ian] Something feels wrong.
I'm just trying to figure out
what I'm supposed to do without Mom and--
- She's not your mother. - [Meg] Stop.
You're a trinket.
Where did you put the ashes?
Lisa, we need to call tech support.
[Lisa] I'm gonna ask this one more time.
Where are my brothers ashes?
What?
Answer me!
- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. - [Meg grunts]
[quiet ominous music plays]
[whispering indistinctly]
Give him back.
- No. - [Meg] Lisa, let's go. Now.
♪
[video game console beeps]
How well do you know the neighbors?
Well, enough. Why?
A drop team will be here in a few hours.
Faraday cages will be dropped off
for all of you.
A drop team?
Anything with a hard drive
or containing digital information
needs to be removed, okay?
That means we lose our deposit.
You need to start gathering up phones, laptops,
tablets, TVs, anything with data on it.
When will they take it away?
Uh, maintenance crew will be here shortly
to pick her up.
It's one thing to take a person's money,
but you're stealing souls.
- Mrs. Unger-- - Jackson.
My name is Ruby Jackson, not Mrs. Unger.
Bob couldn't imagine getting married again.
He was at peace with losing his little girl
until Qualia told him he could have his daughter back.
- I'm sorry. - [Ruby] She was kidnapped.
Did you know that?
Eliza was a sweet and gentle spirit.
Now look what you turned her into.
[rhythmic electronic pulsing]
[electronic rumbling]
Thank you for your cooperation.
[device dings]
It's against God to bring back the dead.
They're machines, Ms. Jackson, not zombies.
I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
[tablet chimes]
[gentle music plays]
[Billie] At Qualia our foster AGI ensures
that our loved ones can be with us always.
Through our popular Cherish series,
Qualia has been tirelessly perfecting
our proprietary neuromorphic wet wear
for over a decade
to recreate and restore husbands,
wives, sons, and daughters.
In combination with our industry-best
synthetic hardware, world-class encryption,
and real, live tech support,
Qualia is the world leader in imprint cognition.
With customized nursing skills and life management,
you can be assured
that your artificial parallel
fits your specific needs.
And tied together with our digital
and biological imprint technology,
the Cherish series from Qualia is unrivaled
in its ability to construct an authentic
and lifelike artificial parallel.
Memories from the past help create a future
filled with new possibilities.
Moments to have, to hold,
to cherish.
[breathing heavily]
[rapid suspenseful music plays]
[tablet chimes]
[gasps]
[Ian gasps]
["Bitter Pill" by Madras]
♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪
♪ Somehow [indistinct lyrics] ♪
♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪
[light music plays]
[man over the phone] Room service.
[birds chirping]
[clattering in the distance]
[Ian grunting in the distance]
[clattering in the distance]
[diner din]
[Lisa] I called to have the power and the gas shut off,
and I can change the locks if that helps.
No, you can leave the locks.
I'm sorry, why did you cut off the power?
[Lisa] To starve it.
No power means no heat.
No gas means no cooking.
No food, no energy.
Artificial parallels can consume raw protein
and digest things human biology cannot.
There's no need to cook
or refrigerate their fuel source.
And they can run on as little as 30 calories a day.
Another reason to hate them.
Why can't we just turn it off?
[Olivia] As next of kin you should have been able to,
but that's why I have a job.
And there's no backdoor?
People don't want back doors for the phones in their pockets.
Imagine putting one in for something
that's designed to look, listen, and monitor you 24/7.
[Meg] So, you're our only hope.
If I'm unable to get the parallel
to manually shut down,
a drop team is the other option.
So, no offense, but why can't we just do that?
Money.
Qualia can recycle more of a parallel
with a manual shutdown.
A drop team's magnetic pulse contaminates everything.
That's why we recommend removing all electronics
or data storage from the immediate
and surrounding properties.
Any digital possession in the house.
Pictures, songs, recipes, notes, that all gets corrupted.
I don't care if you stick it in the microwave.
All I want is to make sure that we get it to tell us
where it hid my brother's ashes.
- It hid your brother's ashes? - [Meg] Yes.
They can't be deceptive.
[Meg] Why?
It's not programmed to.
You know, we've been sitting here
answering questions,
and I still don't know what it is you're going to do
- to help us. - I talk to it.
Have a conversation.
So, you're a shrink for robots?
If you wanna see it that way, sure.
Look, parallels are just living out a narrative.
Like a "choose your own adventure."
Except sometimes it veers off into unanticipated plot lines.
My job is to come in, attempt to get it back on track
towards a happy ending.
What if it doesn't want an ending?
Parallels can't want, they're--
- Not programmed to. - Mm.
- I'm saying at the Stanley. - [phone beeps]
My contact info is in there.
[Lisa] So, what happens if we don't find out
where the ashes are?
Search the house. Where else could it be?
Parallels can't leave their homes
without their owners.
It's against their protocol.
But it showed up at the hospital on its own.
And the memorial service.
Uh, wait, you didn't tell me that earlier.
Um, is there anything else I should know?
It grabbed my arm.
It caught your arm.
Why?
For the same reason, it's hiding my brother.
To stay alive.
- Hi. - [Kuey pants]
You must be Kuey.
[Kuey panting]
Ian?
Hello?
Anyone home?
What's your name?
[Olivia] Olivia.
Did you hear me come in?
I figured you might wanna get a look around the house.
[Olivia] Do you know why I'm here?
I thought to ask you the same question.
[Olivia] Are you packing or unpacking?
I'm taking my time.
And how much time will that take?
[Ian] Too much for Lisa, I suspect.
Could you have the power turned back on?
It would be easier for Kuey.
His eyes aren't what they used to be.
How old is he?
[Ian] 13.
Kuey is sick.
Cancer seems to be a theme in this family.
It's not too late to save yourself.
Looks like someone's done a lot of traveling.
Mary, well, my mother.
She spent a lot of time in China for work.
What's the story with this?
I don't know. I can't read it.
[Olivia] You sound disappointed.
Well, if I could get online,
I could tell you what it says, but...
I'm in the dark, so to speak.
And what does that have to do with the story?
I just see...
ink and paper, I...
I can't read it either, but it's beautiful.
Now what if it's beautiful, but it says something ugly?
True.
It could say "stupid horse"
in really nice handwriting.
Now that seems plausible.
Well, now it has a story.
Verify consignment.
[device beeps]
- Can you tell me how I was made? - Excuse me?
I think it's important that I understand the...
mechanics of my invention.
You have me convinced I was human.
Who do you think you are?
I'm Qualia-designed series six, artificial parallel,
assigned to foster care.
My serial number is 230282.
I was consigned 12 years ago
on June 6th
from Qualia HQ in Irvine, California.
And I have been given the appearance and personality
of Ian Ivan Thomas, the...
deceased son...
of Mary Elizabeth Thomas.
Are you all right?
- Um... - [clattering]
Can...
[clears throat] ...can you give me
your serial number again?
230282.
[device chimes]
Okay.
Do you know who I am?
Why I am here?
You're Olivia.
And...
I assume you're here to help me finish packing.
That's right.
Will you hurt me?
No.
No, I won't hurt you.
Will someone else?
Does it hurt?
[Olivia] Does what hurt?
Dying.
Are you dying?
I'm trying not to.
Machines don't die.
- Are you afraid of dy-- - [clattering]
[Olivia chuckles]
I am not a machine.
[phone vibrates]
D-- do you think we could...
continue this tomorrow?
I'm tired.
[scoffs] Tired, you...
get tired.
Imagine finding out you're adopted while...
at the same time being given a terminal diagnosis.
I wanna think.
Think and rest.
I could use some time to process too.
Okay.
Thank you, Olivia.
Sure.
I'll be here tomorrow.
Me too.
[jazz music playing over stereo]
[Olivia] ls everything all right?
[Lisa] Yes.
I-- I wanted to apologize.
I felt like I came off as a-- Earlier this morning...
I was kind of a dick.
Can I buy you a drink?
♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪
How long do these usually take?
Shutting down parallels.
[Olivia] The cases I see by definition are all unique.
Sometimes they're easy,
while others are more complex.
[Lisa] Well, almost nothing about my family
was ever easy.
I'm so sorry about your mother.
Thank you.
It's been hard.
Not just with her death, but...
now with this whole situation.
I hated that she could love a machine
as much as her own daughter.
Does that make me a monster?
No. Not at all.
It's a normal reaction.
Ian, real Ian, I mean...
he wasn't religious.
But faith and redemption...
that means something to me.
As he was in and out of the hospital,
Ian had this stupid line
where he'd say...
"Ghosts don't have to be real
for the dead to visit the living."
Little shit mostly meant it as a threat.
[Lisa laughs]
He was right, though.
I'll see a gesture or...
hear a song or taste something he loved, and...
suddenly there he is.
Alive in my memory...
back from the dead.
I don't have much of my brother left.
I need you to promise me
that you'll get Ian's ashes back.
Lisa, thank you for the drink
and for all your help.
But I wanna be clear.
My cases don't always resolve neatly.
I just want you to have realistic expectations.
And what should that be?
If I can't save him, that is...
if I can't get it to shut itself down...
I can't guarantee that we will find the ashes.
It's a parallel, Olivia...
not a person.
You can't save something that doesn't have soul.
[man] Hey.
Excuse me?
[man] You wanna hear a joke?
So, the devil thinks
that he's a better programmer than Jesus, right?
Jesus politely disagrees.
So, God, in his infinite wisdom,
he decides, uh, a competition, right?
A coding competition.
So, uh, Jesus and the devil, they-- they start programming,
and they're typing really fast,
and there's lines and lines of code
whizzing by on the screen.
And they're-- they're going for hours, days, weeks
until suddenly power goes out.
Their-- their computers boot back up.
The devil looks at his screen, and it's all gone.
All of his work lost, erased.
While on Jesus' screen,
it's all there like nothing happened.
The devil is cursing up a storm.
He demands, "Why does Jesus still have
all of his programming?
God shrugged and said...
"Jesus saves."
So, it thinks it's the machine. Shouldn't that make it easier?
No. Why would that be easier?
Every case I've had was built on the foundation
that each parallel thought it was human.
[John] So, you'll have to think a bit outside the box.
John, this one isn't just outside of the box.
It's picking up the box and looking at the label.
Well, looking at the manual diagnostics you send,
its levels seem totally normal.
If anything, these numbers are extraordinary,
right down the center.
That was not my impression.
[John] Don't overthink this.
Find out what this AP wants
and connect it with shutting itself down.
It wants to not be shut down.
Okay.
Look, I have an idea,
and I don't want this getting out.
So, this stays between you and me.
- Got it? - Okay.
Sure.
We can petition for a case study.
It will keep a parallel operational for a year or two
while they really delve into its programming.
How does that sound?
Wow, that-- that sounds great.
[John] Happy?
Yes.
I didn't even know
something like that could be done.
It can. I lied.
And a part of you knew that, but you believed it anyways
because you wanted it to be true.
- So, all you need to do is to-- - [static plays]
[Olivia] John?
Fuck.
[calling tone beeps]
[receptionist] Front desk. How may I help you?
[Olivia] Uh, yes, my Wi-Fi.
[receptionist] I'm sorry, you're--
You're having trouble with your Wi-Fi?
[birds chirping]
[clattering]
[rustling, clattering]
[Lisa] Please, don't do this, Mom.
Please.
I'll hire anyone you want. Anything but this.
Ian, do you know who that is?
This is sick.
I can't be here and see this.
Mom.
I don't need you here, Lisa.
This isn't about you.
- Why don't you say hello? - [door slams shut]
[Ian] Hi, Mom.
[gasps, sniffs]
Hello.
[Ian] We're back here.
- Do you play? - [Olivia] Play what?
[Ian] Backgammon.
I used to play this on my phone all the time.
I hated when I lost to the computer.
Go figure.
So, how did you lose?
Chance.
I mean, that's what I like about backgammon.
You know, everything starts structured and balanced until...
you're confronted with chaos
and armed with only creativity and intelligence.
You attempt to maintain order.
And the goal is to remove
all your pieces from the board, right?
[Ian] Yes. That is the objective.
[Olivia] Did she read all this?
Probably not.
But she liked the idea of people thinking she had.
Yeah, I have a new opinion
on how much stuff a person really needs.
But these aren't just things. They're markers.
These are books.
The reason you were created was to help Mary's well-being,
to keep her alive.
The way I see it...
these books, her clothes, her jewelry...
they're all stories, evidence of Mary.
The objects we surround ourselves with
are destined to outlive us.
Hidden between the pages is Mary.
She's imprinted on all of it.
So...
am I the crease in the page, or do I get to make the fold?
I don't know, Ian.
It seems like you're leaving a mark.
That's a nice thought.
I wonder if you actually believe it.
How long will you be here?
[Olivia] Me?
Uh, I don't know.
A day. Maybe two.
Will you stay...
until I have to go?
I found this with other camping supplies
in the garage.
- [Olivia] Did you go camping? - [thunder rumbles]
- I don't know. - [kettle whistling]
It's hard to separate what is the past experience
or simply a memory.
Memories are past experiences.
Well, sure.
They just might not be mine.
And the manual states...
parallels incorporate media and other forms of narrative
to help shape a personality and...
link to a common history.
The developers are really gonna wanna get their hands on you.
Great tea, by the way.
Thanks.
I had time to perfect it.
Oh, yeah? You find an old family recipe?
Oh, no.
It's because Mary had arthritis in her hands.
I don't follow.
[rousing music plays]
[Ian] Osteoarthritis had decreased Mary's
range of motion,
especially in the dexterity of her fingers.
I had anticipated that the angle of her trajectory
was too shallow.
So, I immediately began investigating tea stains.
I started by learning about the chemistry
of stain removal.
The difference between enzymatic and oxidizable stains
and when to use bleaches versus surfactants.
After that, it didn't take long to aggregate a formula
that would have the highest likelihood of success.
And then I realized I'd been given
the rarest of gifts.
One second of spare time.
So, I decided to let my mind wander.
I read up on the history of tea.
How it originated in Asia as early as the third century,
and tracing it to Portugal in the 16th century.
Then through to Britain
and onto the commercial trading in India,
through the British East India Company.
That led me to learn about navigation
and the uses of [indistinct] and compasses.
Uh, I then became interested in the earth's magnetic field,
solar wind, the Sun, the Milky Way.
And by the time I started in on the Big Bang,
dark matter, and the multiverse,
I discovered I'd gotten a bit off-topic.
So, I quickly collected tea-making formulas
and averaged out their steeping method,
water temperature, milk to sugar ratios,
and determined the best recipe to a perfect cup
for the varietal that Mary and I preferred.
- Oh, shoot! - [Ian] Don't worry.
- I'll clean it up. - Oh!
- Would you like another cup? - [Mary] Yes.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Oh.
Did it ever occur to you how incredible it is
to process so much, so quickly?
But I know the difference.
And there's something it's like to be me.
It felt like me.
It seemed normal.
Does it seem normal now?
It stopped raining.
I want some air.
I'll join you in a minute. I've gotta check in with work.
- [birds chirping] - [wind chime chimes]
[John over the phone] if it can get from tea
to astrophysics in one second,
shouldn't it see that consenting to a shutdown
is better than being obliterated by a drop team?
[Olivia over phone] Not if it wants to survive.
Not if it sees both a certain death.
[John] Machines don't die.
Look, its data might be valuable, might,
but ultimately not as valuable
as getting you onto your next case.
[Olivia] This one is different.
He thinks different.
[John] They're all different in some ways, which--
Which makes them all the same.
[Olivia sighs]
[Olivia] Okay anything else?
[John] Yeah.
I don't remember reading that Ian was a smoker.
How could he?
He died with barely enough time to pick up any bad habits.
But Mary was.
She got you to smoke.
I think it was a way to bond.
And I suppose since she already had cancer,
and I can't get it...
it was a fairly benign activity.
Can I have a try?
[birds chirping]
Ian, I have some bad news.
Oh, good.
Qualia and Lisa have approved a drop team.
What?
W-- why?
Lisa would never let that happen.
What about her brother's ashes?
I can't tell you why. I just know it's happening.
I'm sorry.
We should probably get some packing done.
Was this your room?
Um...
I had to start somewhere.
[somber eerie music plays]
[fire crackling]
You do remember how to play?
Let's see if you still feel that way
further into the game.
Well, taking the lover's leap as an opening move
is a good sign.
Lover's leap. I didn't know it had a name.
[Ian] May I ask what happened to your leg?
[Olivia] Uh, why?
Do you think something's wrong with my legs?
Leg. The left one.
You favor it when you walk.
I'm sorry I-- I've made you uncomfortable.
No, no, it's all right.
I...
I had a...
cancerous mass removed from my femur.
As a child?
My late teens.
That's still young to be dealing with cancer.
Were you a dancer?
Did you look me up?
A lucky guess...
based on your posture and muscle mass.
Cancer makes for great small talk,
doesn't it?
The surgery, was it successful?
It cured my cancer
and ended my career.
So, how'd you end up doing this?
While the surgeon saved my life,
it was the hospital's counselors who really helped me heal.
I wanted to be able to do the same.
Oh.
It's your roll.
What are you doing? Make your move.
[Lisa] Can't figure out what they're saying.
Maybe I should go out to Mom.
[Ian] No, you should come out to mom.
Die.
Doing my best.
♪
Your turn.
[Olivia] How do you think this is going to end?
It's only ever obvious once you've reached it.
I think this one is over.
You're right.
Maybe we'll get another one in tomorrow.
[fire crackling]
Wait.
What about the fire?
It'll burn itself out.
[insects chirping]
[Ian] You are still not looking.
[young Lisa] Yes, I am.
Okay. And what are you looking at?
Uranus.
That's not an insult.
Uranus is the Greek god of the heavens,
son of Gaia, Mother Earth.
[scoffs] You-- you're gonna die a virgin.
[Mary] Don't tease your brother.
[young Ian] Your face is a virgin.
Why do you even know anything about Greek gods?
I don't know.
It's fun.
It's a way to learn about astronomy.
Aren't you the one that's always saying
that the universe doesn't care about you?
Sure, but I don't need the universe to care
to care about the universe.
Well, you know what I think?
I think you're talking out Uranus.
[both laughing]
[young Ian] Yeah. That's pretty good.
Everything okay?
What is it?
[sighs]
Is there someone...
um, we can call?
I have the vet's number.
That'll be open in a few hours.
Uh, do you--
You should probably let Lisa know.
Okay. Sure.
I think I'll finish packing up the office...
alone.
[sighs]
[rousing music]
[birds chirping]
[car beeping]
She loved that dog.
We all did.
Would you like to come inside?
[clock ticking]
I keep having to tell myself you're not him.
I'm not.
At least you didn't try to hide Kuey.
I guess Olivia's making progress.
[laughs]
This is hurting me.
- You do know that? - That's not--
That was never my intention.
What are your intentions?
What do you want?
I wanna stay.
And I want her back.
Now that she's gone you serve no purpose.
You never even tried with me.
No.
If I did...
I feared I'd lose the thread of who Ian was
and what you--
Who you are.
My memories...
would be...
corrupted or fade or blur.
To know you...
would threaten to erase all I have left of him.
I'm not trying to replace Ian.
Not anymore.
I'm different.
I'm me.
You are a magic trick.
Avery convincing one.
But still just a trick.
We're more alike than you think.
If you're at all like me...
you'll give Ian back.
[sobbing]
[pensive music]
[phone chiming]
[Ian] She left.
How did it go?
I need to get out of this house.
[Mary] Ivan, let me you ask you something.
Why do you insist on calling you that?
It's your name.
It's in my name.
What's the difference?
Should I call you Elizabeth?
If you'd like.
Let me ask you...
what are you doing here?
I'm taking care of you.
Yes.
And you do that so well.
But what else?
Well, that's enough for me, Mom.
I can't be your world.
I'm dying.
I'm terminal. Soon I'll be gone.
That's true today but treatments and science are advancing so f--
That's a future that won't come.
At least not fast enough for me.
Why are you doing this? Are you trying to make me cry?
No, of course not.
You're very special to me.
I worry about you.
I'm part of your past and your present,
but I can't be your future.
There's beauty and purpose in this world
because neither lasts.
Do you want me to forget you?
No.
Or...
maybe.
I'm trying to tell you that...
a memory is precious because it can be forgotten.
I want you to know what's important...
what's...
real.
I'm real.
When are you going to ask me?
Ask you what?
Where his ashes are.
Oh.
Are you ready to tell me?
They're in a pot with a fake plant
next to the kitchen sink.
Why there?
It has a nice view.
I would always stare out that window
when I washed dishes.
What's it like to be you?
I'm always the first and last to know.
Do you think you're human?
Well, I suppose the first step to being human is acting human.
Are you afraid of what happens next?
The drop team, is it quick?
It's quick.
It's fractions of a second.
But totally destructive.
You'll be completely erased.
Well, which is it?
Quick or fractions of a second?
[water splashes]
[rousing music]
We should try to finish before we lose the light.
[insects chirping]
[suspenseful music]
I need to tell you something.
I know.
What really happened to your leg?
- I-- I already told you. - That was a lie.
You said it was cancer, a tumor...
but you used the word "cure."
And anyone who has had or knows someone who has had cancer
understands that cure is not a term people use.
What happened?
[chuckles]
Black ice.
I...
slipped walking home from rehearsal
and ended up injuring my quadriceps.
It was diagnosed as a small tear.
Nothing serious.
Nothing serious ended your dancing career?
Yes.
Kind of.
The treatment was robotic surgery.
A simple outpatient procedure.
I was expected to make a full recovery.
So I show up...
get prepped, and go under the knife.
I come to
a few hours later and...
the first thing I notice is the pain.
Uh...
it's not overwhelming.
It's more like a...
tightness.
Like the beginning of a cramp.
I pull back the bedsheet and...
rip off my bandage.
What I find isn't a small,
precise incision,
but a nine-inch...
gash that's been stapled shut.
What happened?
[laughs]
Uh, at first, words like...
"preconditioning error"
and "logarithmic malfunction" were used.
But eventually, it was explained to me
that a software update had been pushed over the air
to the surgical arm that morning.
And when it opened me up, it saw other imperfections
that it deemed medically relevant.
So it went ahead and fixed those.
To the machine I was full of invisible glitches.
Countless tears literally in the fibers of my muscle.
But what it did not understand
is our bodies...
get stronger through damage.
That in human biology to develop strength,
a certain level of destruction must be tolerated.
[Olivia sighs]
Because the minds building the machine
and designing the software
were so narrowly focused on...
perfection...
[chuckles]
[laughs]
...they forgot to define what constituted a flaw.
So, no, I didn't have a tumor but...
me and 179
other unlucky people that morning all across the country
were forever marked
by ones and zeros.
Machines don't make mistakes.
They perfectly execute the mistakes put into them.
The mistakes will always be ours.
And so will the regrets.
I said cancer because...
you told me it ran in the family.
I'm sorry.
You don't have to apologize.
And it's what makes you good at all this.
[kettle whistling]
So is this...
what you do...
really about helping people?
Hmm.
It's about...
control.
The same thing you've been chasing.
Helping people, maybe...
maybe that was a part of it.
But maybe it was power.
Honestly, at this point, I don't know.
I'd like to watch the sunrise.
Would you care to join me?
[Ian] Are you cold?
[Olivia] No, I'm okay. Thanks.
[Ian] Do you believe in an afterlife?
[Olivia] It's clear your chances are just as good as anyone's.
[Ian] They are?
At the very least, parts of you will go on.
Built into other parallels.
Your...
data will be saved and studied for generations.
You get to live on.
If the drop team gets here...
that all goes away.
It's impossible to spend time with you
and not rethink what's possible.
What do you think? What's possible?
It's the best I've got.
You'd be terrible at greeting cards.
Yeah, well...
we've got machines who do that now.
I wanna believe there's more.
Plenty of people too.
Does it work for them?
It has.
For billions of people for thousands of years.
Sure.
There's no certainty here.
It's...
something you have to feel, like being in love.
It's a leap you have to make for yourself.
I think you should run.
That's not an option.
Of course, it is.
I could help you.
I can't pass out there.
Everyone sees through me.
In the best-case scenario...
well, this world treats me like an escaped house pet.
Worst case...
I'm hunted like rare game...
forever.
I don't want that.
We'll figure it out.
You are serious.
I'm choosing control.
To shut down.
With you.
So that's it.
We just give up.
No.
We play the moves we have left.
You have to try.
You have to let me try.
This doesn't have to be how it ends.
But it doesn't.
And that's what gives it meaning.
[bird squawking]
[thunder rumbling]
[rain splattering]
Close your eyes.
Now...
He's a real boy.
Who?
Pinocchio.
He was always real.
And what's the difference between wanting and existing...
if you can have emotions and feelings?
How can you say that it's less than real?
Less than alive?
Are you alive?
I must be.
Because I--
Because I'm dying.
I want you to try and quiet your mind.
How do I quiet my mind?
Start by focusing on your respirations.
Just try and relax.
And follow my prompts.
[somber music]
Start...
terminal.
Source admin.
Systems.
Run four'rmh'ded.
Activate.
Root density, open.
Discard index.
Save.
Force quit.
Begin.
Encrypt imprint.
Code.
Disengage drive.
Hold.
Halt stem.
Next.
Decline protocol.
Accept.
Complete shutdown.
Accept.
[somber music]
Sequence OS resolve.
Begin.
[tablet buzzing]
[hydraulics whirring]
Begin.
[thrilling music]
230282.
Sequence OS. [gasps]
Narrative.
[Ian] Declined.
Ordinance.
[Ian] Declined.
Integration.
[Ian] Declined.
[music intensifies]
[robotic arms whirring]
[suspenseful music]
[Meg] Hi.
We didn't realize you were still here.
Mommy!
Hi. [laughs]
I was just...
waiting.
How was your trip?
Is it still here?
He's gone.
[little girl] Did you bring me anything?
[Olivia] A friend gave me something
I wanna share with you.
[little girl] What is it?
[Olivia] It's a game.
[sighs]
[somber music]
[machine whirring]
♪
[music fades]