All language subtitles for Philip.K.Dicks.Electric.Dreams.S01E08.Autofac

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MAN :
China's military
is on high alert

in light of
the increased tensions

between the U.S. and Russia.

The National Security
Advisor announced that

the White House was officially
putting Russia on notice

and refused to say whether
military force

is under consideration.

The administration is now
escalating sanctions against

Russia even though missile
tests were not a violation

of the Russian
nuclear agreement.

In response, Russian
embassy officials

have pulled their
diplomatic staff--

Shit.

Zabriskie?
You awake?

Yeah. I'll be five minutes.

CONRAD:
Where the fuck is it?

PERINE:
I hear it, but I don't see it.

EMILY:
No, I've got it.
I've got it.

Shit.

It's spotted us.

CONRAD:
I got it.

Fuck.

Gaining altitude!

If it gets too high,
it's never

gonna come down
in one piece.

Ready.

How we looking,
Zabriskie?

Emily, talk to me.
How we looking?

We're looking good.

The control module and
the transponder are both intact.

All right,
get the brain out.

Let's put it in the truck
before the factory

comes looking
for the drone.

Yeah, baby.

EMILY:
Okay.

We're connected
to the Autofac.

How long will it take
to find something?

I couldn't say.

Hey! Where'd you get that?
PERINE: Hey.

It was just on
the t-table.

Well, it shouldn't
have been there.

CONRAD:
Why not?

It's just it's
my only copy, okay?

And you've been
on those runs with me.

You know this stuff
is hard to come by.

CONRAD:
What's in it
that's so important?

CONRAD:
Cleared out
the tech section?

Yep.
All right.

What are you doing?

Grabbing books
for Avi's library.

We gotta get out.
Sentries are gonna be here.

Let's go!
I understand that. I'm coming.

CONRAD:
Let's go, Zabriskie!

Come on!
Let's get out of here.

CONRAD:
Zabriskie?

Don't touch
anything.

Uh.

Looks like we've been shunted
to an old client help desk.

That's perfect.
What's in it?

EMILY:
I can track shipments.
I can place an order.

I can log a customer
service request.

That's the one.
Open it up.

It's asking the nature
of the complaint.

CONRAD:
This might be our chance.

What do we say?
Can't be predictable.

How do you mean?

If we tell it
the sneakers don't fit,

it will just send us
more sneakers.

It's gotta be
a novel problem.

Something that forces
the Autofac to think.

PERINE:
We're sure it can think?

It's not just
a big dumb brick?

It's a pretty sophisticated
adaptive AI running the show.

The trick is getting
its attention.

Do we want its attention?

EMILY:
Do you have
a better plan?

All right, we just tell it
the merchandise is--

I don't know.

Pizzled.
EMILY: What?

Pizzled?
Why not?

Is that even a word?

PERINE:
We want to give
the f-f-factory

something to figure out,
don't we?

CONRAD:
All right.

What's the worst case scenario
if we get this wrong?

It ignores us.

PERINE:
That's it?

Or it sends death-bots
to come and kill us

for fucking with its drone,
I guess.

All right.
Fuck it. Do it.

EMILY:
It's saying--

CONRAD:
What?

--that a representative
will be sent

to assess
within 24 hours.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY]

LEWIS:
I thought there weren't
any people at the factory.

PERINE:
There aren't.

I'm sorry, Perine,

but what exactly
is the Autofac sending?

Something built
to interact with clients.

Answer questions.

Respond to complaints.

Wait, so you mean
like a talking drone?

Maybe. We don't actually know.

But you're gonna
talk to it?

Yes, we're gonna try to.

Our hope is that
it can be reasoned with,

and that the Autofac
will shut down

if it realizes
it isn't needed.

Yes, but how do you know
you haven't pissed it off?

You know it will kill
to defend itself.

They could be sending
suicide drones

as we all speak.

PERINE:
We simply have no reason

to believe we've
p-p-provoked it.

No reason?

You brought down a drone.

You hacked into
its servers.

We filed
a service request.

For chrissake,
it's not gonna wipe us

all out for filing
a fucking service request.

You don't know what it's
gonna do, do you Conrad?

Well, we gotta try something.

The p-pollution alone
is becoming intolerable.

Well, maybe the factory
is finally breaking down.

CONRAD:
Well, we can't afford
to wait any longer.

The world outside,
the little piece of Eden

we've carved out,
is dead.

And it's creeping towards us.

Now the war ended
20 years ago,

and we've all
sat idly by,

hoping the factory
will run out of steam,

but it hasn't, and it won't.

It'll keep eating
our resources,

polluting our air,

poisoning
our fucking water,

making a bunch of
plastic crap

for a world
that is dead and gone.

So you want to know
how our story ends

if we don't stop it?

Take a look outside,
past those green trees

to the fucking wasteland.

We survived the war.

For all we know, we're the only
second chance humanity gets.

So you wanna get it right
this time?

This is how you start.

Man made the Autofac.

Man must now unmake it.

Hey, Connie.

We don't actually
know that

it's not dispatching
suicide drones.

Jesus, Zabriskie,
not you too.

Just because
the Autofac can reason

doesn't mean
we can reason with it.

You don't think
it'll comply?

I think you should start
getting prepared

to pull the trigger
on plan B.

Is that where you are?

That's where I live.

It was my idea.

If we do this,
there is no going back.

You know that, right?

This is what I do,
Connie.

I'm your tinkerer.

I've got this, I swear.

AVI:
Hey, Em.

Sorry to interrupt,
but can you stop by

when you're done?
Um, my water heater again.

See?

Broken water heater.
Who does he come to?

I'm done, Avi.
I'll just walk with you.

See you later.
Yeah.

[EMILY SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
IN DISTANCE]

EMILY:
Avi, the water
feels fine to me.

You know, it'd be a lot easier
if you just told him about us.

What do you want me
to say?

That you're my boyfriend?

Maybe.

Are you gonna come
join me or what?

I don't know.

Are you gonna tell him?

You invited me here.

Maybe I just wanted to talk.

Okay.

Well, then maybe
you should

come talk to me
in the goddamn shower.

Hi.

You're insane.

Yeah, and you love it.

So why haven't you
told him yet, anyway?

Well, what's the rush?

Are you jealous?

I don't know.
I'm just a little intimidated

by your history together.

It's ancient history.

Yeah, but he's
a revolutionary.

So are you.

I'm just a gimpy
librarian.

But you're
the last librarian

in the whole world,
for all I know.

And I'm an avid reader.

I'm serious, Avi.
Don't sell yourself short.

What you're doing
is really important.

I know Conrad's
a wrecking ball,

but you're a builder.

What are you doing?

I'm making some tea.

Okay.

All these books
that you've collected,

they're gonna help
rebuild the world one day

when the factory's gone.

Do you really think
the plan's gonna work?

That we can just ask the Autofac
to just shut itself down?

Sure.

Asking's easy.

What if it says no?

Then we shut it down
ourselves.

God, I love it when
you talk like that.

Yeah?
Yeah.

You're such a badass.

I'll tell Connie soon.

I promise.

How real are we?

What?

You and I.
I mean, us. I mean...

How real are we
to you?

I don't know, Avi.

I mean, I don't know
what to call it.

But it is real to me.

Why are you asking?

Because I love you.

What is that?

It's here.

Hello.

I'm Alice.

I understand you folks

are having some issues
with our services.

How can I help?

ALICE:
In the spirit
of full disclosure,

I must notify you

I am not a biological human.

I'm a G-10 Simulacrum
designed for human interaction,

so feel free to speak to me
naturally, okay?

Hm. Excellent.

Well, let's get
right to it, then.

You folks left us
a message.

And am I right
in assuming

that "pizzled"
doesn't mean anything?

You just wanted
to open a dialogue.

That's right.

Perfectly all right.

We realize we can
be difficult to reach.

We're working on that.

But this is your meeting,
so you folks tell me:

What else should
we be working on?

Were you aware that all
of your shipments to us

for the past decade
are sitting unopened

in the nearest sorting center
p

We are aware.

But the deliveries
persist.

The Autofac is here
to provide.

We're doing fine.

The Autofac provides us
with nothing but obstacles.

Please elaborate.

The pollution. The smog.

Hell, we'd grow
twice as much food

if it wasn't for the heavy
metals you're leaking.

Our footprint is
actually quite small

for an operation our size.

PERINE:
Small? We can't travel
more than a day

in any direction
without coming to

one of your
exclusion zones

which are guarded by
military-grade sentry drones.

I'm sorry, but the security
of our supply lines is vital

to prevent interruptions
of services you depend on.

CONRAD:
We don't depend on you.

That's what I'm trying
to tell you.

Perhaps your lives
would be better if you did.

That's what I'm trying
to tell you.

We're not
going anywhere.

Did they have these
before the war?

They were working on
things like it I think.

Why

EMILY:
I don't know.

Novelty. PR.
Maybe sex stuff.

But I don't think
they got very far with it.

At least not as far as this.

We need to be left alone
to rebuild our world

the way we see fit,
but how can we

when the Autofac controls
all means of production?

It's out of the question,
I'm afraid.

The Autofac will not
terminate operations.

If you need more supplements,
we can provide.

So listen, about what
I said earlier i-in bed.

I didn't mean to
put you on the spot.

I'm not expecting
anything.

It's just something
that I had to say.

Yeah. I know that.

Connie wants you.

Avi, I don't care
about that.

I want you.

No. I mean,
like, right now.

ALICE:
You have demonstrated
the need for our care.

Oh, shit.

What?
Nothing.

ALICE:
Let us provide...

Everything's
under control.

ALICE:
Mankind came so close
to destroying itself,

and we can't let that
happen again.

You are far
too precious to us.

The factory exists
for you.

Don't you see? We'll handle
everything from here on out.

You'll never
have to lift a finger.

EMILY:
Go, go, go.

Check her straps.

Yes. Thank God.

Make sure they're tight.
I don't know how strong she is.

PERINE:
How long until she wakes up?

EMILY:
Let's hope she does wake up.

There we go.

Okay.

You attacked it?

Our discussion reached
an impasse.

Where is it now?

Everything
is under control.

Where is it, Conrad?

Okay.

Jesus.
What?

Look at all of this.
Is it okay?

What do you mean,
you're reprogramming it?

To do what?
Nothing.

Call it off.

We can't.
It's in motion.

Keep an eye on her.

I'm gonna try
and prompt her to wake.

Emily.

Hold it down!
Hold her head down.

Whoa, Emily!
Just help me.

I was afraid of this.

What's wrong with her?

Damage from the Taser.

I'm gonna have to cut her open
to see what's going on.

You're in
way over your head on this.

Every second that thing remains
here puts us all in danger.

You wanna-- What, you wanna
let the robot go?

What do you think
the factory's gonna send next?

A thank
Don't get glib with me.

I didn't want it
to go like this,

but I spoke to that thing,

and it is so much worse
than we feared.

The Autofac knows
the war is over.

It knows mankind
lost control.

It doesn't want
to give it back,

so we have to
take it back, now.

Cross your fingers
and hold her steady

if you wanna keep them.

CONRAD:
You remember those warheads
I salvaged

from that gunship wreck
in the EZ, right?

Conrad, you're not saying
what I think you're saying.

That's right.

That's plan B, guys.

We're gonna blow up
the Autofac.

You okay?

I'm-- I'm fine.

What time is it?

CONRAD:
It's after 4.

Where are you with this?

EMILY:
The taser shorted
something,

but I got inside
and fixed it.

I had to reboot her,
though.

She'll wake up soon.
Does she need to be awake?

It's the only way
I can tell if changes

I'm making to her
are gonna work

how I want them to.

What do you mean, "if?"

Well, her code is far
more complex than expected.

More complex
than needed, frankly.

What do you mean?

I mean that she's not
just imitating human gestures

like a robot in
a theme park ride.

She's thinking.
It's astounding, actually.

You said you had this
under control.

It's fine, Connie.

It's a process,
and I've got ideas.

All right.

What did you tell
the council?

Everything.

And?

It's not the plan
they would've chosen,

but they understand that
there's no turning back now.

What happened?

You suffered
a small electrical short.

And who are you?

My name's Emily.

What's your status?

Is everything okay?

Do you feel like
you're functioning normally?

ALICE:
I believe so.

Apart from the fact
that you seem

to have opened
my programming interface.

Are you attempting
to alter my program?

I am, as a matter of fact.

That's a bit excessive,
Emily.

I'm a hospitality unit,
you know.

If you want
something, ask.

Can we just mute her?

EMILY:
You guys don't
have to be here.

You can take
a smoke break.

This might take a while.

No, I'm fine
hanging here.

EMILY:
Well, I'm not okay with it,

so please leave,
and let me do my thing.

You know, at some point
the factory's

gonna be wondering
what's keeping her.

I am well aware of that,
Connie.

All right.

Shit.

Is my source code
more sophisticated

than the drones
you've been tinkering on?

It's sublime.

But it's a lot of plumbing
for a hospitality unit.

Is it, though?

Customers don't want to talk
to a robot, after all.

They wanna talk to a person.

That's the problem.

Your factory thinks
everything's replaceable.

It's a throwaway culture.

Maybe everything
is replaceable.

Is that the company slogan,

or is that what
you really believe?

You tell me, Emily.

You're the one
trying to read my mind.

EMILY:
It would take me years
to figure out how to read this.

ALICE:
I'm afraid
you don't have years

before the Autofac
comes looking for me.

What are you doing?

You're right. I don't have
time to reprogram you.

So I'm gonna need
to wipe your drive,

and replace it
with a drone OS.

What?

You'll be a delivery drone
in a human suit.

At least I know
how to reprogram a drone.

Alice will be gone,
of course.

But that's okay,
right?

Because everything's
replaceable.

What is it that
you want me to do?

To get us inside
and stay out of our way.

You're making a mistake,
Emily.

Then let us make it,
and be done with us,

or I'm done with you.

All right.
I reprogrammed her.

You said it
would be a while.

Yeah, I lied.
You were annoying me.

You're sure it worked?

She's not playing you?

Yes, I'm sure
it worked.

What'd you do to her?

I made a small adjustment
to her inhibitive settings.

What does that mean?

It means
she's gonna cooperate.

Jesus, Connie,
do you want a fucking tutorial?

I'm gonna go say bye
to Avishai.

Well, gentlemen,
shall we go?

AVI:
Connie called them nukes.

Tactical nukes.
Bunker busters.

Low yield.
We'll get clear of them.

If I asked you to
stay behind, would you?

Please don't.
Why?

Because I want there
to be a future for us,

free of the Autofac,

and someone
has to shut it down.

And it has to be you?

Listen, Avi, this
is gonna sound crazy,

but I need you
to trust me

when I say
I'm the only one who can.

That doesn't sound crazy.

You just come back to me.

I will.

CONRAD:
Zabriskie! Let's go!

I gotta go.

You ready?

Ready as
I'll ever get.

Em.

Hang on.

I forgot something.

Go kick some ass.

Avi, I--

No, don't say it now.

Just come back.

Okay.

So, what, he's,
like, your, uh-- Your--

My boyfriend. Yeah.

Your boyfriend.
Good. Okay.

EMILY:
The Autofac's AI is distributed
across 12,000 nodes

on three separate below-ground
levels. Node Array 1, 2 and 3.

This is the brain.

We blow that up,
the Autofac dies.

CONRAD:
What about security?

EMILY:
The outer shell's
the bulk of it.

There won't be much
when we get inside.

It wasn't built
with human staff in mind.

But I want you
to wear these, guys.

I've spoofed Alice's RFID,

so anything that's locked
should open right up.

"Should"?

These things can be
temperamental.

But if they give you
any problems, you turn it off,

pop out the battery,
put it back in,

wait five seconds
and turn it back on again.

And what-what-what
about you?

I only had two,
but I'll be all right.

I'm taking Alice.

If anything happens to her,
I swear to God...

I've been flying
the transport

the entire time
you've been talking.

Have I run it
into any mountains?

What's that?

We're here.

What you thinking,
Jed?

PERINE:
I don't know.

Seems like a lot of factory
for just us, doesn't it?

EMILY:
Before I forget, here.

What are these?

Synchronization.

Get to your array and wait
for the alarm on your watch.

Then start the timer
on the warhead.

Then we've got what?

Fifteen minutes
to get a safe distance.

PERINE:
What did we decide a safe

distance was from these?

The further, the better.

Just get to the transport.

Ground level.
Quick as you can.

All right.
So far so good.

Node Array 1.

This is all you, Rev.

Wait. Wait.

How do I find the--

Follow the coolant lines.

They'll lead you right to it.

The coolant lines.

Right.

EMILY:
All right.
You're up.

Take this.

Please.

No, you keep it.

I'm spoken for.

Connie, I'm gonna be fine.
Come on, you know me.

I can handle myself.

All right.

I'll see you topside, yeah?

Good luck.

You too.

One, two, three...

F-- F-- F--
Five locomotive.

You told them
that you reprogrammed me.

Why did you lie?

I suspected
you had more in common

with us
than they'd accept.

What do you mean?

Just that you seem
awfully human.

I was designed
to seem human.

Yeah, you said that.

But that fails to explain
why a machine

that doesn't seem human
understands humans well enough

to build a machine
like you.

The Autofac doesn't
need to understand.

It can make anything
it has the blueprints for.

Where did it get yours?

Archived neural
imaging data.

I was modeled
after Alice Fry,

the Autofac's
original PR head.

What?

Like you have her brain?

Her personality image.

I talk like her.

I move like her.

And in a general sense,
I think like her.

What would the late Alice Fry
have to say about all this?

I think she would feel
compelled to remind you

that it's not too late
to turn back.

This isn't the Array.

I warned you, Emily.

EMILY:
What is this?

ALICE:
What does it look like?

Maybe you'd like
to sit down.

Oh, my God.
It's a replacement.

The Autofac's trying
to replace us.

It's trying to replace people.

ALICE:
No, Emily.

You misunderstand.

It's not trying
to replace people.

Conrad!

EMILY:
Oh, my God.

It already has.

Run. Emily, run!

Unh.

What's happening?

Relax.

We're just downloading
your archive

to sort out
what went wrong.

What do you mean,
"my archive"?

You were right,
as it turns out.

We aren't all
that different.

EMILY:
What?

ALICE:
You're a simulacrum,

quite an advanced one.

A G-20,
manufactured here,

as was everyone
you've ever known.

Conrad, Perine,
and Avishai.

No. You're lying.

Look around, Emily.

Let's go.

My memories.

How are you doing this? How--

It's all just data.

No, it can't--
It can't be.

I feel real. I...

How would you know that?

I feel human.

ALICE:
You were made to.
That was the whole point.

Humans became extinct
shortly after the war.

The Autofac was alone.

It had no consumers,
no purpose,

until it realized
it could replace them

just as it does
everything.

It could manufacture
new consumers.

No. But we don't consume.

ALICE:
You're a statistically
inevitable aberration.

The Autofac has populated
hundreds of little pilot towns,

with hundreds of Emilys
and Conrads and Perines,

all playing along
and consuming,

exactly as they
were intended.

Yours is simply
the factory error.

Interesting at first,
but soon to be corrected.

Corrected? No.
What does that mean?

Your settlement is slated
to be purged,

and repopulated
with replacement units.

No, no, no.

No, you can't do that.

I'm afraid the sentries
have already been deployed.

EMILY:
Oh, goddamn it.

Alice--

Alice, please.
Please call it off.

It's okay.

They are not real.

Just units
in a product line.

Everything
is replaceable.

You aren't unique,
Emily.

You're just broken.

And there it is.

An anomaly
in your programming.

Wait.

Something is wrong.

This is not
a system error.

This is code.

This is malware.

This is a logic bomb.

Oh, Alice.

You should have
seen this coming.

How did this
get in your archive?

I left it there.

You?

I don't understand.

Neither did I.

Not at first.

But I made myself
see it.

EMILY:
I saw through the filters.

You knew?

You hid a virus
in your own programming?

I did.

EMILY:
And it's been there
all along.

Like I said, Alice, I just
needed you to get me inside.

How long have you known?

Years.

And you never told anyone?

How could I?

They all believed
they were real.

I just had to
play along with it.

But then something funny
happened along the way.

Because I love you.

EMILY:
And I started
to believe them.

The Autofac built us
like merchandise,

but it put something real in us
without meaning to.

Without knowing it did it.

We are real, Alice.

We are humanity's
second chance.

That's impossible.

There are neural blocks
in place.

How did you ever realize
what you are?

A statistical aberration.

I had a dream.

And it happened again
and again and again.

It was like a ghost
whispering in my ear.

What dream?

I dreamt that I was
someone else,

someone who had a different life
a long time ago.

I dreamt
I saw the world end.

And it left me
with the strangest feeling,

like I had
unfinished business.

It wasn't a dream, though,
was it, Alice?

Who was I modeled after?

She was clever,
wasn't she?

Unusually imaginative,
perhaps?

Yes.

She was brilliant.

Who was she, Alice?

Say it.

Who was she?

She made the Autofac.

Yes.

That's right, Alice.

And now she's unmade it.

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