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Do you know how to use
your tongue, Paul?

Let me show you.

Not so fast.

He responded positively to me

putting him
in a submissive position.

On your knees.

He came twice

and seemed surprised
by his own body.

The water molecules

along your father's
white matter tracts...

There's an increased activity.

Nobody really knows

what's going on
inside anybody's head.

Won't take you long
to figure it out.

That'd be sloppy hiring
if it did.

What's your pitch?

When given a choice,

people essentially want
a mirror.

You've got my attention.

Because we don't do
sloppy hiring.

It's definitely the fastest way

for me to get off.

Boy or girl. I want variety.

It's not about what they want...

It has to be a good handful.

But how they're feeling
about it in the moment.

You can either
give it to me or you can't.

The object of desire is a foil.
It doesn't actually exist.

Dodgers are on the board.

Posey, Posey!
Right up my fucking ass!

Cassie?

Brett.

Ah, long day curating
at the Met?

Come on in.

Nice place.

You rent it out
as a college dorm?

What?

Oh.

Uh, it's my manager's.

He lets me crash here
where I get sick of Chicago.

And American chicks.

You want a beer?

Bloody love one.

Pimply fag in Jersey
prints analysis,

averages over time.

Plus my personal knowledge
of the guys, like...

Like Corey, right?

Fuckin' love Corey.

I'd party till the sun comes up
with Corey,

but would I bet on the guy?

No fuckin' way, man.
UCL's fucked to shit.

Baseball player?

Mm.

With a fantasy baseball team?

Math and money
if you know your shit.

You know,
a lot of the guys do it.

Kasabian's on mine, I'm on his.

You know,
till I fucked my shoulder up.

You eat all the rice?

Oh.

So what about you,
Princess Kate, huh?

What gets you all hot
and bothered?

Cricket? Soccer?

I like baseball.

No, you don't.

You don't have any baseball
out here, man.

Fuck baseball.

I really do like it, though.

Bullshit, you do.

What you know about baseball?
All prim and proper and shit.

You got a fuckin' napkin
in your lap.

Come on. Don't be polite.

I don't want you
to like baseball.

Okay.

I don't like it, then.

Well, now you're just doing
what you're told.

A'ight, a'ight, man.

If you like it, you like it.

That's the thing
with you Brits, man.

Y'all ain't got no
confrontation in your society.

All just all upright
and agreeable.

Afraid to fuck shit up.

Seems to have worked for us
so far.

Yeah.

But you'll never be
a world power again.

You know what happens
to a stick in a windstorm?

It cracks. Can't handle it.

Too stiff to withstand
the change in the air.

Reeds, on the other hand...

And that's you?

Floppy reed?

When I need to be.

Pitch on the way...

he chops one down the third
base line. Fair ball!!

Okay, turn around, turn around.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Okay.

What are you doing?

- I wanna feel you.
- No, not without a rubber.

Oh, come on, babe.
I can't feel anything.

I don't believe you.

- Try making me mad.
- I'm mad for you.

No, no, no, not... not...
Not English mad.

Get pissy with me.
Let me have it.

You want me to make you angry,
big boy?

No, not angry. Mad, okay?

Let's fight
and make things better.

I'll be right back.

- What?
- Hold on.

Oh, fuck.

Come on.

Real girls give shit.

I just want to say it was
really rude of you

having the game on like that
when I arrived.

Oh, yeah?

It was a shitty way
to meet someone.

Yeah, I don't believe you.

Hey, I was watching that.

And do you have any idea
how much of a turn-off that is?

I came over here tonight
for a date,

not to babysit
some benched man-child

wanking off
to a make-believe game.

Yeah, I don't feel anything.

Do you think because somebody
paid you a bit of money

to run around in circles
trying to catch a ball

gives you some sort
of authority on world politics?

The U.K. may be on the decline,
but so is the U.S.,

given your lazy choice of words.

Nobody says "fag" anymore,
Brett.

Come on.
It really gives you away.

Call me when you
grow the fuck up.

- You think I'm joking?
- Hey, hey, hey.

- Let go of me.
- Don't... don't fucking

- walk out of that door.
- I said let go.

It's fucking over if you walk
out that fucking door.

Fucking let go!

What the fuck is this, huh?

You were...
You were recording us, huh?

That's illegal.

I just turned it on.

What the fuck for, huh?
Blackmail?

Jesus fucking Christ.

God, Cassie,
what is wrong with you?

What?

You mad now?

What?

- Mad now?
- Uh...

Oh, you fucking bitch.

Don't ever do that to me again.

Nobody thought
she could pull it off.

There we all stood waiting,

freezing our bloody
knickers off, eyes on the sea,

when lo and behold
to my astonishment,

she emerged.

We all leapt and yelled
and cheered,

arms around each other.

Best day of my life,
truth be told.

I never remember feeling so...

Excited, proud.

The pupil has labeled it as,
wait for it...

Deep.

Invigorated.

One must be gentle
with the pupil, all right?

Actually, there's a wistfulness
in her voice.

Not in what she's saying,
but how she's saying it.

Sadness for a time that was.

Intonation,
pauses between words,

anything that implies intent.

We'll get there.

We'll just break it down
into different layers.

Let's kick it up a notch.

We need to stop calling
it the pupil.

We want this thing to read
and write human emotions.

We have to start treating
it like a human.

Hiris? Iram?

How about Cassandra?

Sounds Greek.
Possibly tragic, too.

The prophet that lied?

Or at least everybody thought
she did?

How about Model C? Emcee?

Emcee. That works for me.

Done.

Uh, now what was it?
The wistfulness?

Yeah, towards the end there.

We all leapt
and yelled and cheered,

arms around each other.

There.

Cheered, arms around each other.

Human connection.

Doesn't get more wistful
than that.

Still trying to verify...

Verhoeven, who is a citizen
of Germany,

became head of the
intergovernmental agency

less than a year ago.

Over 70 million
refugees worldwide.

Another dog-whistler going down?

It's a fake.

Yeah? How do you know?

Just a hunch.

Hunch.

I'm talking a kind of carnage
yet to be seen.

You reap what you sow.

Hey, Lief?

Do you think I could pass

for a posh girl?

You know, like if I say
"kittens" or "water."

Water.

Quite marvelous.

Less emphasis on the I
might help.

As in PRIV-uh-see.

- PRIV-uh-see?
- Mm.

Or ahd-VER-tis-ment.
- Ahd-VER-tis-ment.

PRIV-uh-see, ahd-VER-tis-ment.

Nobody thought
she could pull it off.

There we all stood waiting,

Freezing our bloody
knickers off,

eyes on the sea,
when lo and behold...

Tone is right.

There's still no sense
of circumstance or environment.

When the woman
in the original recording

said the word, "freezing,"

you could tell that she'd been
there, the history of it.

This just sounds like she's
repeating a line back to us.

No offense, Emcee.

You just called it
a voice assistant.

How dare you.

Well,
we could try bigger inputs.

You know, audiobooks, podcasts.
Whatever, really.

What about the archival audio
that came in?

I bet old radio plays

would have a ton
of emotional valence.

Yeah, true. Why not?

And while we're at it,

I think that we need
to diversify our inputs.

We have a lot of Brits.

I think we need to change it up
a little bit.

It's a lot of Brits?

Look, playscript
for a really good simulation

needs to be adaptive.

So what's it gonna be?

Uh, night shift

or proper, sit-down dinner?

I actually, um,
can't work late tonight.

But I would love to take this
home for the weekend

and work on it,

so if you could shoot me the
login to the current version.

I'm pretty sure
it won't be accessible

outside of data center.

What'd you need?

Uh, the emotion
processing module.

Okay, I'll log you in.

Just between colleagues, though.

Don't quote me on it.

I would never.

Paul?

This isn't working for me.

Get up.

Well, can I use my hands?
Please?

No.

But I thought this
is how you wanted it.

Circles around your clit,
then sucking it.

What did I miss? Show me.

I wanna make you squirt.

Get up.

But you liked it the last time.

Well, maybe this is what
I wanted last time.

And this time,
I want something different.

What do you want?

Go wash your mouth.

Now?

Let me smell
your breath. Come here.

Disgusting. Go to the bathroom.

Okay.

No one's ever gonna
want to be your girlfriend.

So they did find a mutation

in the APP, um,
the amyloid precursor protein.

Did you hear me?

Yeah, I heard you, I just...

I don't even know what
that means.

It means
no more fishing in the dark.

Now we know Dad has
early-onset Alzheimer's.

Wait. Just because
somebody has a genetic marker

doesn't mean their symptoms
are definitively linked.

But Iris...

I want to get tested as well.

Why would you do that?

I mean,

isn't that
the responsible thing to do?

If I have it,
I'm never having kids.

That sounds dramatic.

And...

I just don't see how knowing
would make anything better.

Well,
they already took my blood.

The buck's gotta stop somewhere.

What the fuck is this, huh?

You were...
You were recording us, huh?

That's illegal.

I just turned it on.

What the fuck for, huh?

Blackmail? Jesus fucking Christ.

God, Cassie,
what is wrong with you?

What?

What the fuck for, huh?
Blackmail?

Jesus fucking...

You were recording this, huh?
That's illegal.

I just turned it on.

Jesus fucking Christ.

God, Cassie,
what is wrong with you?

You mad now?

How do you do?

Cassie, I presume?

Rupert?

Very pleased to meet you.

And I really must say, well,
this is quite the surprise.

Insisting on picking you up,
I hope,

didn't raise any eyebrows?

As gallantry shouldn't.

It indicates that you are
a proper gentleman.

That's very kind
of you to say so.

Believe or not,

I like to know
who I'm getting into cars with.

Use it wisely.

How many variables
are you looking at, ballpark?

The spectrum of human emotions,

from basic to blended,
to combinant,

around 34,000.

So we have an image
processing pipeline,

the emotional classifier,
the NLP classifier,

all working on a shared database

replicated across several
data centers.

We've broken down the NLP
into sizeable chunks.

Yes, the system's pretty good
at producing raw speech,

but it just doesn't carry
that emotional cadence.

So how do we turn
unstructured sets

into something that's scalable

and how do we actually,
you know, scale it?

Why don't we start using
adversarial training

to create image-based sets?

Sorry, um, what
is adversarial training?

Generative adversarial
networks, GANs.

Large batches of data,
synthesized and re-rendered

until they're indistinguishable
from the real thing.

So it's kind of like a deepfake?

Same principle.

It's like pitting one AI
against a copy of itself.

One of them generates the data

and the other points
at where it's glitchy.

One side says,
"Hey, look at this."

and the other side says,
"Not good enough, try harder."

Then it keeps going round
and round

until original and sim
are indistinguishable.

You enjoying this?

They're beautiful.

Mm.

Like dancers.

Indeed.

Would you excuse me
for one moment?

What would you like?
More of the same?

Oh, you know me too well.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Let her play with herself.
See what happens.

Oh, it's a she, you think?

We'll let her decide,

you know, when she's old enough.

Iris?

Iris?

Hello.

Iris Stanton, getting a refill.

You know, I thought it was you.

Well, that makes two of us.

Work or play?

An old friend invited me,
and I just couldn't say no.

Wheels are always spinning,
aren't they?

So true.

Well, it was nice
running into you.

It's great running into you.

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