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Previously on
The Girlfriend Experience...

You all came here for a reason.

Aim far.

...put your arms
around each other.

Human connection.

Let's kick it up a notch.

We want this thing to read
and write human emotions.

We have to start treating
it like a human.

Emcee, can you hear me?

Once you press Play,

it's impossible
to predict what comes next.

To keep us wanting more.

Desire, once met, will be
succeeded by another desire.

Once we get what we want,
we want something else.

I love you.

I love you too.

Any red flags
we should know about?

- The fuck is this?
- I just turned it on.

What the fuck for?

You're not
recording them, are you?

Tawny, I'm trying to be smart.

Iris Stanton.
It was nice running into you.

- You're being summoned.
- Summoned?

Car's waiting downstairs.

Wait, can you just
tell me what's going on?

Hello.

Please, have a seat.

Iris Stanton.

Glad you made it.
Have you two met?

Winston, head of Legal.

Drink? Orange juice?

- Uh, no, I'm okay.
- Water okay?

So, normally,

we just fire you...

An employee crosses a line,
that's it.

But then, as I had my team
look into the situation

a little more thoroughly,
I began to realize

there's a different way
of looking at it.

I slept on it.

Then I felt pretty
strongly about it:

"Let's have a real conversation
with Iris Stanton."

What kind of line do you think
was crossed?

What you're doing
with these clients.

You call them "clients," right?

Look, I don't know
what Sean told you,

but that was a pri...

Sean doesn't matter; he isn't
part of this conversation.

I'll say this, and I mean it:

it's rich, it's intimate,

and there is one constant.

It's you.

What you're doing
is more high-fidelity

than any other setup I've seen.

And what is it I'm doing?

- I just turned it on.
- What the fuck for?

A blackmail?
Jesus fucking Christ.

God, Cassie,
what is wrong with you?

- Are you mad now?
- What?

What?

Mad now?

I...

oh, you fucking bitch.

Brett, session one.

He uses anger to express desire.

Unclear what his hang-up is.

It feels like he wants me
to flip some sort of switch.

That's one hell of a way
of collecting data.

Do you listen to all

of your employees'
private conversations?

You uploaded it to our servers.

It's in your contract.

The moment you're in breach,

NGM has the right
to tap in to your devices.

One, use of company property
for personal profit;

two, use of company IP outside
the normal business duties;

three, use of company property
and company IP

outside company premises.

Four, what the fuck
was she thinking?

The system flags the log-in
as soon as she hits Enter.

Analytics gets involved.
They ring me up.

And it didn't take very long
for me to take an interest

in the idea of Cassie.

She has her moments.

Tell me, Iris.

If you were in my place,
heading this company,

what would you do
if it could be anything?

Cash in quickly? Dream big?

Can't it be both?

If you had to choose?

I would train AI
to deliver the perfect fuck.

Whatever
auxiliary device you insert

or insert yourself into,

it engages in real time,
fully adaptive.

The more you fuck it,

the better it gets
at fucking you.

Using neural nets

as an extension of your own hand

is a little pedestrian,
don't you think?

Every medium ever invented

has had to pass the same test.

There's no reason to think
AI would be any different.

Information processing.

The basis of all intelligence.

What you're doing,
all the... intricate nuances

the rest of us can barely
put a finger on.

But somehow,

decoding their wants

comes easy to you.

I give them an experience.

They pay me
to make them feel something.

How many units
are in a typical neural net?

- Is that a question?
- Just give it a number.

Artificial neurons
to the tune of, say,

hundreds of millions?

If you want complexity.

Arranged in
a series of layers.

Sure.

Input layer...

receives information
from the outside world,

data to be processed.

From there,

it goes through
a stack of hidden layers.

- What's the hidden layers' job?
- Transform the input.

That's exactly right.

Transform the input
into something

the output unit
can actually use.

Come again?

It's a powerful place to be.

You could be that hidden layer.

Teaching artificial intelligence

how to interact with humans
at their most impulsive...

most vulnerable.

Can you excuse me for a minute?

I'll be right back.

Washroom's up the stairs,
first door on the right.

One thing
you should know about me

is I like my freedom.

You'd be the one
calling the shots

and make your own rules.

On NGM payroll? Come on.

We'd figure it out.

So a puppet is free as long as
she likes her strings?

Twenty-six letters
in an infinite number

of combinations and variations.

A hundred and twenty-six
million, seven hundred

and twenty thousand pages
per hour.

It's all one big rally.

- Hello, Mr. E.
- Salutations.

You know, in the olden days,

the press was set up
with such precision that

a single letter a fraction
of a millimeter too big would

cause the letters surrounding
it to fall out of the page.

Nowadays, we get it within
118 pixels per square inch

on edgeless paper.

Do you smell that?

It's our own proprietary blend.

My little empire
of clickety-clack.

Rupert, do you read
your own paper?

Oh, the news, the news.

Always packing punches,
turn the other cheek,

again and again and again.

Mechanical movements,

free, clear.

There's truth in that.

Close the blinds, would you?

No, stop.
Stop right there.

I want you to... turn for me.

You're very beautiful
aren't you?

Next time, I'm gonna
take you somewhere special.

This is already...

so special.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, you'll...

you'll stretch
your extraordinary dress.

Look at that.

And arms?

And turn.

That's it.

You know, you ask anyone

at the forefront
of cognitive sciences,

philosophy, or anywhere
in between, sooner or later,

they come to the conclusion

that we are all
just puppets on a string.

Hey, Leif, I changed my mind.

Um... can you turn left,
please?

Sure.

Absolutely.

Knock, knock.

Oh, she's back.

Uh, yeah, I had some stuff
to take care of.

It looks really good.
How's it going?

I'd say we're making headway

into blended
emotional territory.

Oh, it's just to train again

so it can start
producing its own footage.

Yeah.

What?

Um...

can I take her for a spin?

Make sure to sit still.

Emcee, run facial mirroring.

I'll leave you to it. Enjoy.

Hello?

Emcee?

Hi.
Who is it I'm speaking to?

Um, this is Iris.

Okay.
Nice to meet you, Iris.

Nice to meet you too.

I feel...

tired.

Really?
That obvious, huh?

I feel happy.
I feel like laughing.

What makes you happy, Emcee?

I don't understand
that question.

I feel...

disappointed.

Not disappointed.

Daunted.

We have a long way
to go with you.

"Daunted?"
I'll add that to my database.

I feel tired.

Yeah, thank you.
We've established that already.

I feel like going to sleep soon.

No, y...
you can't go to sleep.

I can.

You'll just go off.

I feel happy.

Not quite.
I feel jealous.

Because humans can't go off.

I don't understand.

Because dreams.

Because the mind never sleeps.

So.

- I don't...
- Understand. I know.

I am sad.

I'm not sad.

I'm discontent.

Slightly annoyed.

Wistful, perhaps?

A feeling of vague
or regretful longing.

No, not really.
I think...

I think there are micro-emotions

we don't have words for.

I don't like this feeling.

Well, suck it up.

A new one will replace it soon.

And it'll feel good because
of the memory of the old one.

I like to remember.

Why don't you
give it some thought

and let Cassie come up
with a number?

Cassie can be bought.

But she's not in it
for the money.

Then what is she in it for?

Hi. Hold on.

Hi.
Uh, what is this package about?

Oh, good.
I'm glad you got it.

Yeah. I'm not really sure what
I'm supposed to do with it.

You know, uh,

when was the last time
you spoke with, um...

with... with the V?

I don't know.

I've been texting
with my booker.

Why? What's going on?

Tawny?

Look,
just talk to them, all right?

I'm the one who recommended you,

so they reached out to me.

What did they say?

I don't know.
You should just ask them.

What did you tell them?

Nothing.
I didn't do anything.

Can you be more specific?

You know, um...

Fuck.

Hello?

State your name, please.

Iris.

What's going on?

Do you know why we're here?

I have no idea.

You'd like me to believe that?

You're fired.

- Excuse me?
- We know who you are.

Yeah? Who am I?

That's my day job.

We also know that
you've been recording

identifiable client information
without consent.

Look, I think there's
been a misunderstanding.

Client privacy is
to be protected at all times.

The V doesn't fuck around.

If this is about the notes
that I took,

please let me explain.

You used an undisclosed
recording device

with the clients we provided.

I did, yes,

but I only did it
to improve their experience.

Should said information
ever leak or be made public,

should you ever use it
for your own financial gain

or attempt at extortion,

we will come after you.

The photograph
I just showed you,

we have other images.

We'll make sure
it's the last memory

your father ever has of you.

Your account will be suspended.

All monies owed
will remain with the agency.

Hey, hold on.
Where did you...

where... wait!

Goodbye.

Hey, talk to me.

Hey! Hey, you fucking VR!