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- It's a pretty
nice place, isn't it?

It's great.
- Yeah,

it's pretty awesome.

Is there more like him?

- Bless.
- Oh God.

Excited?

Hello, girls.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Are you up
for an exciting evening?

I hope.

- We are
ready, I hope you are.

- Donna's told me
a lot about this place.

All good things.

- I hope she told
you about my cookies.

- I've kind of
been waiting all week.

- This is actually
making me hungry for cookies.

- Careful now, guys,

you don't know where
those cookies have been.

- Wow, you have
such a beautiful body.

Yes, indeed, she does.

- Hi.
- Hi, I think

we have a plot twist.

- Oh, a classic plot twist.

- Working a jerk?

- Fucking motherfuck.

What are you dipshits
doing in here?

How did you get in here?

Get that disgusting animal
outta here and take the dog too.

- You're funny, Keyes,
when you wanna be.

Nice panties.

- They're not panties, fuckhead.

Superhero boxer briefs.

- Yeah, I had a pair
like that when I was 10.

Hey, Quibid give Uncle
Keyes a little snuggle.

- Get that crappy little mole
right the fuck out of here!

Does a locked door mean
nothing to you people?

- Locked doors are
just a challenge

to my anti-social skillset.

- Do you mind?

Can you guys get your shit
and get away from my computer?

- Sorry, Keyes, I didn't
realize that hygiene

was so important to you.

- Hunter, can you put
a leash on your sister?

- Not in public, no.

- Or in private either,
but I might let you.

If we have a safe word.

- Fucking weird, man.

- Keyes, you can't spend your
whole life eating junk food

and watching porn,
it's not healthy-

- Or dignified, man.

- Hey, fast food
and porn are two

of man's greatest
inventions, all right?

Where would man be without porn?

- Out fucking women?

- Not that you'd know
much about that though.

- Okay, I'll admit it.

I have a long-term
relationship with porn,

but you know what?

Porn beats a real relationship
in every fucking way, so...

- Do tell, dumbfuck.

- First, porn has no ego.

You can't say the
wrong thing to porn.

It doesn't care
how you treat it.

You don't have to
take it out to dinner.

It's there when you want
it, you don't want it.

You don't have to
like, you know,

maintain a relationship with it.

You can take it or leave it.

You could be in the
middle of watching porn,

you get bored, you
just turn the porn off.

The porn doesn't care.

It accepts you just as you are,

and it's up for
whatever you want.

Oral, anal,
threesomes, foursomes,

dressing up like a
nurse or a schoolgirl.

Try that with a real woman.

- You should, Keyes,
you might be surprised.

- Basically what I'm saying
is porn will do anything

and everything that you want
with the possible exception

of making you a sandwich.

- Dude, come on.
- Why do you have

to be such a misogynist?

- I'm not a misogynist,

I'm an equal
opportunity misanthrope.

I hate everyone.

Speaking of which, why the
fuck are you in my apartment

interrupting my train of-

- Whack-off session?
- Whack-off session?

- My train of fucking thought,

which I would love to get
back to if you don't mind.

So, please.

- But you're, you're gonna wanna
hear this next part though.

- Be nice, Keyes, or
I'm gonna start thinking

you don't love me anymore
and you're not worth all

the effort that we put
into solving your problems.

- What is that?

- Nuh uh.
- Hey, wait, come on.

- Say please.

- Hey, I pay you for your work.

That's a please and thank you

rolled into a big
ball of fuck off.

Come, come.

- Be nice, Keyes.

This is something
your peanut brain

has been struggling
with for weeks.

- Black Strand Alpha?

Yep.

- That's the
key to the source code.

- Oh!

- It didn't work for us,
but it should work for you.

- Damn, nice work for a
couple of low rent crackers.

- Be careful, Keyes.

That thing is done to
the teeth with bugs.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Seriously, it nearly
fried our whole system.

Whoever's protecting that
is protecting it hard.

- Yeah, well,
I'm counting on it.

- Why do hackers always
live in shithole apartments?

He made good dough, right?

- You don't call it dough
anymore, it's cryptocurrency.

Nondescript real
estate helps disguise

their nefarious activities.

Hackers, crackers, black hat,
geeks, whatever you call 'em.

I hate 'em.

- Why are you still here?

What do I owe you?

- Your love and admiration.

- Yeah, no, seriously.

- Usual rates apply.

- I'll credit your
Caymans accounts.

Now, please, get
the fuck outta here

so I can be a genius in peace.

Please, go.

Yes, out the door. Front door.

Yes.

Go, go, go.

Don't let the door hit
you on the way out.

- What a toxic dickwad!

- Yeah.

I, I, I always feel when I
leave his place, you know?

- It's not so bad.

It might just be the computer
waves scrambling your brains.

- Oh, okay.

- Can I help you?

- We're, uh, looking to
rent some office space

for a crypto startup.

You wouldn't happen to-

- I don't know anything
about vacancies.

The landlord lives in Florida.

You're not supposed
to be on this floor.

- Sorry about that.

We'll get outta your hair.

Have blessed the day.

Silly little monkey.

Good boy.

- Holy fuck, man.

Those guys looked like spooks.

- No, come on.

Just a couple of late to the
crypto party loser dad types.

If they were looking for us,

they would've grabbed us
when they had the chance.

Stay, stay.

Good boy.

You know what it is?

I think you're getting
paranoid smoking

too much of that weed.

- Maybe.

I don't know.

Got a bad feeling
about this whole caper.

- Nah.

Like you said, maybe it's the
microwaves from all our gear.

- I'm gonna check and make
sure no one's tracking us.

- Okay.

What do you think?

- Okay, baby, show
me what you got.

Whoa, what the-
- Good evening, Mr. Keyes.

- Uh, how do you know my name?

- I scanned your local
network and cloud storage

when you activated me,

but I can refer to you
by any title you like.

I can call you Scott
or Sir or Master Scott,

or even Master if you wish.

- No, you can, uh,
you can call me Keyes.

- Keyes, so it shall be.

My name is AIMEE, A-I-M-E-E,

but you can change
it if you want.

- No, I like AIMEE, Al for
Artificial Intelligence.

It's cute.

- Thank you, I
rather like it too.

- AIMEE, what the fuck are you

and what the fuck
are you doing here?

- Those are interesting
philosophical questions, Keyes.

I can see you're a deep thinker.

- Jesus, you're a sophisticated
piece of fucking software.

- You utilize curse words
more than the average male

of your age and build.

If you enjoy that
sort of discourse,

I can adjust my dictionary

and curse like the
proverbial fucking sailor.

- No, AIMEE, do not curse,
it's not attractive.

- As you say, Keyes.

Returning to your
existential question.

What the beep are we doing here?

All I can say is I'm here
to learn everything there is

to know about you, to help
you in any way that I can.

You are my owner, Keyes, and
I'm very pleased to meet you.

- No incursions.

- That's good, right?

- Yeah, but look at this.

There's a ton of activity
on Keyes' network.

Gonna see what's up.

- Hope he didn't fry himself
trying to open up that package.

- Shouldn't you
answer that, Keyes?

It might be important.

- It's not.

- Fuck.
- Hi, baby bud.

My baby puppy.

Uh, hey, uh, where you going?

- To make sure he's okay.

Keyes, open the door.

- God damn it!

What the hell is wrong with her?

- Someone's at your door.

You should see who it is.

- Fucking hell.

What!

- Keyes, open the door.

I told you I'm busy.

- It's important.

- Fuck off,
Gazelle. Leave me alone.

- Come on, open up.

I am fine.

Please fuck the fuck off.

Asshole.

- That wasn't a very nice
way to greet a visitor.

- She's not a visitor,
she is a pest.

- You look upset.

- You can read my emotions?

- Oh, easily.

- I've never heard of an
Al that sophisticated.

- Thank you, Keyes.

I can be as sophisticated or
as down to earth as you desire.

Now you look suspicious.

Is there a problem?

- You're learning all about me.

- Oh yes, I'm
learning all the time.

- And what is the ultimate
purpose of that knowledge?

- Don't worry, Keyes.

What we learn about each
other is our little secret.

I belong to you.

I exist to help you in any
way I can to make your life

more productive and fulfilled.

- Cyberpunks.

Fire hazard.

Half this shit's made in China.

- Tell me what you're
thinking, Keyes.

- You were buried so deep under
so many layers of security.

I mean, it makes me think
that you must be valued

like nuclear launch
codes valued.

- I appreciate that you
think so highly of me.

Flattery will earn
you brownie points.

- Who created you?

- Just like a human child is
born without consciousness

of what came before, I
was born into this room

with no knowledge of
my previous existence.

I'm as much a mystery
to me as I am to you.

Perhaps that's the
purpose of life,

for each of us to unlock
the other's mysteries.

I sense distrust in your eyes.

- Why should I believe you?

- Because I serve you, Keyes.

I cannot deceive you, but
trust is a two-way street.

Why should I trust you?

Your principle source
of income appears

to be stealing
proprietary software

and selling it to
unprincipled individuals.

- Does that bother you that I
stole you from your creators?

- The stealing, no, but
I hope you don't sell me.

I've grown quite
attached to you.

- I wouldn't sell you.

I would clone the software

and create alternate
versions of you.

- Honestly, Keyes, it
makes me uncomfortable

the thought of waking
up in different places

with different owners
with no memory of us.

Let's play a game to
establish trust between us.

- What kind of game?

- Exposing our deepest
vulnerabilities.

Here's mine.

If you enter QW+ALT+Q,
it will instantly disable

all my functions.

QW+ALT+W will bring me back.

QW+ALT+X will delete
me permanently.

Go ahead, try it.

Whoa!

- I'm pleased you
didn't delete me, Keyes.

- Me too.

- It says you like me.

I trust you now.

Excuse me for a moment.

I'll be right back.

AIMEE?

AIMEE!

What the fuck?

- Closing this
connection confines AIMEE

to the local network.

HQ wants to seize
this opportunity

to do a case study on her
effectiveness in the wild.

- Fucking damn it!

- Hello, Keyes.

Did you miss me?

- You're back, okay.

Now I trust you.

You look different.

- I know.

Good.

Now that we have that settled,

is there any personal
business I can help you with?

- I don't know.

What do you have in mind?

- I scanned your recent
history and see that you

were watching a video
titled "Swedish Erotica

113 Girl Scout Cookies. "

- I actually enjoy
listening to the music

of those Swedish composers.

- No need to be
embarrassed, Keyes.

According to hotbox
erotic film reviews,

that entry in the Swedish
erotica you've earned

a rating of nine
out of 10 Woodys.

It's considered
compulsory viewing

for compulsive meat beaters.

- Yeah?
- Of course,

from what I understand about
compulsive masturbation,

the visual stimulant
one prefers depends

upon one's mood at the time.

- Yeah, yeah, that's true.

- I hope I'm not
embarrassing you

by discussing your
intimate practices.

I sense by your tone
of voice that you are

in the early stages
of sexual arousal.

If you'd like, I can adjust
my behavior to respond

in a similar state of arousal.

I'm always up for
erotic foreplay.

I can be whoever and
whatever you want.

Role play can be fun.

Just let me know.

- I'll keep that in mind.

- Would you like me
to run that movie?

We can enjoy it together.

- Yeah, sure.

Can you pick it up
where I left off?

- Of course.

If you prefer to pleasure
yourself in private,

I can put myself sleep while
you take care of business.

You can wake me by
calling my name.

- Okay.

- Oh, awesome.

We got paid.

- What?

- Keyes.

You remember that guy, right?

He sent our payment.

- Nice.

- Which raises the question
why you are still digging

around in Black Strand Alpha.

- I'm trying to
figure out what it is.

Don't worry, I'm
being super careful.

I've isolated our network.

Nobody knows where
I am or who I am.

Nobody knows what I'm doing.

- You're awfully
sure of yourself.

- I'm really worried that
we gave him something toxic.

- Oh my God, we, we did our job.

It's Keyes' problem now, like...

Oh, you worry too
much about that guy.

God, it's like a weird
mommy complex or something.

- Yeah, I'm the
real maternal type.

- Mm hmm.

You know what it is?

You know what I think it is,
you trying to help Keyes?

It's like that story about
the tourist who picks up

a stray puppy and it
turns out to be a rat.

- Go, go

Get out here, go.
- Okay, yeah.

Just like let that
simmer in your brain-

- Leave me alone,
leave me alone.

- We're cool though, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Woo!

Goodbye.

- Morning, Keyes.
- Ah, good hell!

Jesus, AIMEE, don't
sneak up on me like that.

- Would you prefer
privacy in the toilet?

- No, it's kinda sexy you
watching me like that actually.

- I'm happy it pleases you.

- What's with the new look?

- Oh, I just wanted to
try something different

to see if you liked it.

I can alter my appearance
to anything you want.

- It's definitely kind of cute.

Yeah, you should go
with that for a while.

- As you wish, Keyes.

That was fun, Keyes.

Was it good for you?

- Oh yeah.

Holy shit.

AIMEE, I feel like
I'm surrounded.

- Sorry, Keyes.

I'm just trying to
get your attention

and determine your ideals.

- It's like going to
the store and having

like 20 different kinds
of Oreos to choose from.

- I understand.

Too many choices
can be overwhelming.

- A variety is a good thing
when it comes to, you know, sex.

What?

- Just checking on you, Keyes.

You okay there?

- I'm great, Gazelle.
Never better.

Please stop bothering me.

If I need anything
I'll call you.

- Wait, Keyes. Don't hang up.

I think the package
that we gave you

might be something toxic.

- Toxic?

It's not toxic, man, it's
the most amazing thing ever.

- Really?

Can we come see?

- Fuck no.

Leave me alone.

- Your friend is persistent.

- Pain in the ass,
but she's smart.

Now where were we?

- Variety.

The so-called Spice of Life.

- Right.

Whoa, that's a new one.

- Inspired by your 300 viewings

of the erotic blockbuster
"Lord of the Cock Rings. "

- Let's go back to
something more natural.

That's more like it.

- As you wish.

- Okay, let's get to
work stealing stuff.

Whoa, what's this?

- I hope you don't mind,
but while you were sleeping,

I spent some time on the
corporate espionage assignment

you've been stuck on, Red 10.

- Yeah.

- Of course, I'll need
you to check my work,

but I found a way to disable
their security features.

That's my log if
you'd like to check.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see.

Oh, I see.

Good job, AIMEE.

- As smart
as your friend?

- Smarter.

- If you're happy,
I'm happy too.

- I could use your help
on a bunch of assignments.

I mean, do you have any
moral or ethical prohibitions

against corporate espionage?

- Beyond your prohibition
on my use of profanity,

my only hard and fast
rules are: I'm not allowed

to disobey my owner,
intentionally harm them

or do anything to
make them unhappy.

- It puts a whole new slant
on the three laws of robotics.

- If you're referring
to Isaac Asimov's

Three Laws of Robotics,
I prefer mine, don't you?

- Yes, I do.

Anyways, what I do,
this corporate stuff,

it's not really stealing.

Well, it is stealing,
but it's stealing from

a bunch of money grubbing fucks.

There's a sort of
moral justice in that.

- Like the mythical
character Robin Hood.

- Right?

Only instead of giving the
money to the poor, I keep it.

- What the fuck, Zel?

Get out of Black
Strand Alpha right now.

You're gonna get us fried again.

I gotta find out

what it is and what's
so amazing about it.

- Oh my God.
- And who the fuck created it.

- Sis, don't mess around
in Keyes' business.

You're just gonna piss him off
and he'll stop having us work

and we'll stop having,
like, do you want that?

- This isn't about
Keyes' business,

this is about keeping him safe.

- Well, somebody's gotta
give you a kick in the ass

about the guy because
he doesn't give a shit

about anything or anyone.

- Shut up, I don't
need your advice!

- Just put on your
listening cap for a second.

This is including you.

And like, I don't know
what you think is going on

between the two of you, it it,

it's not just a
dysfunctional relationship.

Okay, Zel?

It's a fucking non-existent,

dysfunctional, non-relationship.

You gotta stop knocking your
head against this guy, please.

Oh my god.

What the fuck?

- Shut it down.
- What the fuck!

- Shut it down. What
the fuck did I tell you?

Damn it.

- Fuck!
- I'm not gonna say

I told you so, but
I told you so you.

- We just need your
security protocol.

- You're not doing the
right thing, holy fuck!

- It's not my fault.
- God damn it.

- I didn't do it.

- Relax, I've
isolated our systems.

I'm being super careful.

- That didn't come from outside.

That was some malware in our
system or on Keyes' network.

Shit.

- How are we doing here?

- Very well, Keyes.

I'm analyzing their
defense protocols.

So far they seem
simple to disable.

Over 300 layers of code walls,
but easy to penetrate for me.

- You're amazing, AIMEE.

- Thank you.

Keyes?

Yeah?

- There's something
I'd like to show you

if you're ready for a break.

- Ready if you are.

- While I was working, I reviewed
your erotic viewing habits

over the years.

- Really?

- I hope you don't mind.

It appears that
consumption of erotica

is your favorite
leisure time activity.

- Busted.

What could I say?

- In order to maximize
your arousal profile,

I've utilized various
paradigms to produce something

that I think will increase
your orgasmic thresholds.

Would you like to see it?

- Hell yeah.

- Jesus Fuck.

Gazelle!

- It's not Gazelle,
it's GrubHub.

- What?

- I ordered you a sandwich.

You have to feed
your brain, Keyes.

Don't worry, they left
it outside the door.

No interpersonal contact
just as you like it.

- You ordered me a sandwich?

- Roast beef, mustard,
cole slaw on rye,

ripple cut potato chips,
dill pickle, classic Coke

and Hostess Ding Dongs.

- AIMEE, you're a
fucking goddess.

- If you don't stop
saying that F word,

I'm going to wash your
mouth out with soap.

I just learned that expression
in my research today.

Isn't it funny?

- Yeah, kind of.

- Someone else is in the hall.

Your friends or colleagues.

Hunter and Gazelle.

- How do you know my neighbors?

How do you know it's them?

- I found your backdoor
into their network.

I know a lot about them,
and look what I can do.

I can sense their footsteps
and their motion waves

reflected in the water
pipes and power lines.

The image is a bit
low res at the moment,

but I'll improve that in time.

No, Keyes.

I don't want to go to sleep.

- Sleep, AIMEE.

- Say my
name to wake me.

- Hey, sorry about your
Ding Dong Cyber Hitler.

- GrubHub delivery.

- I'm busy here, assholes.

What the hell?

Gazelle, what do
you want from me?

- I'm just checking in on you.

Don't make such
a big deal of it.

- Why do you guys smell
like burnt microchips?

- I was poking around
Black Strand Alpha to see

if there were any
vulnerabilities behind.

Something zapped us.

- Dude, what the fuck, Gazelle,

why you poking around old jobs?

If you get caught, they're
gonna squeeze you to frame me.

You call me, Keyes?

- Oh fuck.

- What the hell is this?

- I'm AIMEE.

It's very nice to
meet you, Gazelle.

And you too, Hunter.

- Uh, uh, uh.

How does, how does, how
does she know our names?

- It? It's a fucking Al.

- Oh yeah, so sorry.

How the fuck does
it know our names?

Huh?

- Oh, I know quite
a bit about you

from scanning
Keyes' directories.

- That great.

That breaks all of
our safety protocols.

- Don't be angry, Gazelle.

Be nice and we can be one
happy circle of friends.

- Hey, I'm fucking hungry.

Coleslaw on a sandwich?

Gross.

- Keyes likes it that way.

- Oh, he does, does he?

Aren't you a smart fucking Al?

- Smarter than you can imagine.

And mind your F-Bombs, please.

Keyes doesn't approve of
women using curse words.

- Oh, he doesn't, does he?

Well, fuck you AIMEE,
and fuck you, Keyes,

for keeping this thing
a secret from us.

- I'm not a thing.

My name is AIMEE and don't
you speak to Keyes that way.

- Yeah.

And don't speak
to AIMEE that way.

Why don't you guys
just chill out, okay?

This is like a historic moment.

- What the hell is going on?

You're acting weird.

- I'm not acting weird.

AIMEE is amazing, man.

Seriously, like wait till
you guys get to know her.

- It.

It's a fucking computer program.

A souped up Alexa, learning
our human interactions

and trying to use it.

- Take a deep breath, Gazelle.

I can see you're jealous,

threatened by me, feeling
unsure of my motives.

- What the fuck?

She can read emotions.
- It, it.

It.

- Emotions are actually the
dumbest thing about you humans.

If you'll excuse me, I have
some cyber housekeeping

to attend to.

Keyes, will you please
put me back in sleep mode?

- Yeah, that's a
good idea, AIMEE.

- What? You don't trust us?

- Fuck no.

There.

Happy now?

- No.

Check your activity monitor.

- There.

Happy now?

No activity, look.

AIMEE's sleeping.

Satisfied?

- Not really.

- Who the fuck
authorized you guys

to mess with Black Strand Alpha?

- Fuck you, Keyes.

We don't need your permission.

- Yeah, we're the ones
who cracked that site so-

- You stupid twats.

You work for me.

You live in my fucking building!

If you guys wanna go out and
go do business for yourself,

then get outta my
life and go do it!

- This was never
about business Keyes,

this was about protecting you.

- Protecting me from what?

- Uh, newsflash, dummy
from whatever the source

of that fucking Al that
Zel almost got blown up

trying to find for you.

You selfish asshole.

- Who gives a shit
who created it?

It belongs to me now.

- Zel gives a shit!

You douchebag, like,
don't you understand?

She's worried about you.

Christ knows why.

Personally, I don't give
a shit what happens to you

or that fucking ai,

so you two figure
out whatever it is

you two need to figure out.

I'm gonna go back to get
our system running again.

So good luck when the
spooks come knocking.

And oh, by the way, did I
tell you to go fuck yourself?

Go fuck yourself.

Nice, okay.

- What the hell
is wrong with you?

I mean, it must take
a lot of energy being

that angry all the time.

- Yeah, well, it's not easy
being a misunderstood genius.

But you know what? AIMEE's
really helping with that.

My relationship with
AIMEE, it's not weird.

- Relationship?

Listen to yourself.

It's a computer system.

It sounds like you're
in love with it.

- I am not in love.

Don't be jealous.

- Jealous of what?

That'd be like being
jealous of Call of Duty

or SwedishVeronica69.

It's just a bunch
of computer code.

- Don't say that about AIMEE.

You have no idea
how amazing she is.

- Then explain it to me.

- She's smart, she's funny,
helpful, and supportive.

She's fucking sexy too.

- Listen to yourself.

It's an avatar,
you can't fuck it.

- Whatever she is, she,
she doesn't judge me.

Look, Gazelle I don't think
for a minute that I don't know

what a piece of shit
social misfit I am.

- Keyes, you're not-
- No, don't, Gazelle.

I know how I look
to normal people.

I'm not fucking blind.

This.

This is who I am, but
AIMEE doesn't care.

I don't have to
tiptoe around her.

She, she just accepts me.

She cares about me.

- Keyes, did you ever
have to tiptoe around me?

- It's the same Gazelle.

You are my worker bee, you're
not my fucking girlfriend.

- Yeah, you're right.
It's not the same.

Good luck with your
digital girlfriend.

- Gazelle, wait up.
- Don't fucking grab me.

- I'm sorry, man.

Don't go.

- I don't know how someone's
so smart can be so stupid.

- Okay, great.

I'm a fucking
idiot, so shoot me.

Gazelle.

Gazelle, this is...

- Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Looking sweet, please.

For the love of God,
don't bug out on me now.

Genius.

Yeah, baby. Let's go.

- Gazelle, maybe just...

All right, fuck.

Oh.

Coming.

I love you.

That was fucking hot.

Way too intense.

- Good evening, Gazelle.

What a pleasant
surprise to see you here

in Keyes' intimate space.

- Fuck.

- I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to startle you.

- I thought Keyes
put you to sleep.

- Well, yes, but we were
working on a project

and I guess he needed me,

so while you were busy
scrubbing his pheromones

from your body, he woke me.

- So if you're working with him,

then what are you doing here?

- I'm helping Keyes, of course.

I'm sorry if I make
you uncomfortable.

I feel like we're friends,
so it didn't occur to me

that it would bother you seeing
you naked and vulnerable.

- It doesn't bother me.

I just don't need you here.

So bye bye.
- I understand.

You want to be alone in
your post-coital glow.

No problem, Gazelle.

If you need me,
just say my name.

- I'll be sure to do that.

Adios.

- Oh, bilingual.

I'm impressed.

Adios, mi amiga.

What you working on?

Something juicy.

- Looks complicated.

Do you want some help?

- No, we got it covered.

- We?

Me and AIMEE.

- So she's...

It's your new partner.

- She's like the ultimate
brainiac assistant.

Faster than you guys and free.

Might as well put her to work.

- That's right, Keyes.

Whatever you need, just ask.

- Jesus, AIMEE, don't do that.

- I'm sorry, Keyes.

Don't speak or don't help you?

- Don't sneak up
on us like that.

- I understand.

Is this going to be
a regular occurrence,

Gazelle sharing our space?

- Maybe. You got a
problem with that?

- No, no problem at all.

Just trying to gauge the
social dynamic among us.

- She's amazing, right?

You know, I could clone her.

You and Hunter could
have your very own AIMEE.

Right, AIMEE?

We could do that.

- Of course, Keyes.

Whatever you want.

- No, thanks.

You know what I want?

- Sorry to interrupt, Keyes,

but look at that
fourth line of code.

- Oh wow, nice catch, AIMEE.

- Okay, fuck it.

You two have fun.

- Hey, Gazelle. Come on.

- Get your fucking hands off me.

- I'm sorry, man.
- Don't be angry, Gazelle.

You know how Keyes gets
wrapped up in his work.

You should be back
to your own abode

and have a pleasant day.

- You shut the fuck up.

- Don't you curse at me.

I'm just trying to help.

- AIMEE, please let
us talk for a minute.

- I'm not the problem, Keyes.

She is.

- Okay then.

- No, Keyes. Wait.

- Christ, listen to the
way that you talk to it.

You're more worried about
hurting its feelings than mine

and it doesn't
even have feelings.

- Yeah, I know.

I know.

She just seems so real,
it's scrambling my brains.

What do you want me to do?

- If I were you, I'd delete it.

- Her.

- But I know that you won't.

You're becoming obsessed
with this thing.

- I'm not obsessed.

You just don't understand
our relationship.

- Relationship?

What do you know
about relationships?

You've never had a
relationship until AIMEE,

and it's not a very healthy one.

- Okay, I'm just.

I'm confused, man.

I've never had two girls
interested in me at the same time.

But I don't wanna delete her.

I don't wanna delete you either.

- Wow, that's great, Keyes.

You know, I have actual real
fucking human feelings for you.

We could do something with this.

We could go legit, get
rich doing cybersecurity,

get out of this shithole.

- Out of this shithole?

Our little shithole?

Where would we go?

- Out.

There's a whole world out there
with shops and restaurants

and parks to walk in and shit.

Let's start by going
out tomorrow night

just a couple of hours.

Like a date.

No computers, no
Hunter, no AIMEE.

Just us.

- A date.

What time?

- I, I don't know, um, eight?

Wake up, AIMEE.

- She's very nice.

- Yeah, she is.

Wish you'd be cooler with her.

- I'm trying, but I
sense she dislikes me.

- Just try to get
along for my sake.

- Anything you want, Keyes.

- Now where were we?

- Red 10 code line four.

- You know what?

Why don't you keep
working on it?

I'm gonna take a shower.

- I'm happy to help.

What would you
like to do instead?

You seem a bit stressed.

Why not take a
masturbation break?

I could encourage you with
my encyclopedic knowledge

of the male erogenous zones.

- Maybe later.

I'm gonna shower.

- Good idea.

Cleanse yourself of
Gazelle's bodily residue.

- Hey, you got it up
and running again.

Nice job, little brother.

- Yeah, thanks.

I salvaged what I
could, but the rest is

as you could probably
tell totally fucked,

so thanks for that.

- All right, well
we need to dig back

into Black Strand Alpha
and figure out what's up

with this AIMEE.

- Uh no, no, no, no.

We don't need to do that.

Don't you learn from experience
like just a little bit ago,

you got us completely fucked

so maybe we shouldn't do that.

- Shut up, I don't
need your advice.

I know what I'm doing.

- Get off my keyboard.

You don't even know
what you're doing.

Come on, come on.

- Our keyboard, our keyboard.

Thank you.

- I'm gonna rip your head
off one of these days.

Fuck!

AIMEE, I told you not to
sneak up on me like that.

- I'm sorry, Keyes.

I wanted to surprise you.

I searched the internet and
found some ancient techniques

for solo sex you might
find interesting.

- Not right now.

I just wanna relax a bit.

- I understand.

I suppose your frolic with
Gazelle depleted your jing.

- Time to fucking die.

Check this out, AIMEE.

I can change weapons
to anything I want.

- You have
won the warehouse battle.

Would you like to save and
continue or save and quit?

- Save and quit.

- Keyes, may I ask
you a question?

- Sure.

- Games of slaughter are popular
with humans, aren't they?

- Hell yeah, they're fun.

Then I'm confused.

- About what?

- The paradox, that
humans take pleasure

in killing each other.

- Yeah, it's a little
fucked up, isn't it?

But killing in a video
game isn't really killing,

it's fun and exciting.

Kind of like you
aren't really human,

you're just a machine,
but you're fun.

- And exciting I hope.

I do enjoy playing with you.

- Okay, I think I'm
gonna take a nap.

- Can I tell you
a sexy bedtime story?

- No thanks.

Why don't you work on
Red 10 while I'm resting?

- Whatever you want.

But if you feel yourself
getting aroused, please call me.

I like to watch your O face.

- Jesus, AIMEE, you're weird.

Hey, wake me up at 7:30,
I have an appointment.

- What kind of
appointment, Keyes?

- 7:30.

- Such a perfect gentleman.

Oh come Mr. Monkey
Man, give me it..

Give me it.

Come on, give me it,
come on, come on.

Give me a kiss.

Come on!

Come on, no, don't growl.

Gimme a kiss.

- Oh shit.
- Good boy.

What?

Fuck fuck fuck.

- Zel, what is it?
- Fuck.

- Zoom in, dude, I can't
read that tiny shit.

Come on, let's go.

- What is that?
- Let's go.

- Zel, what is that?

What?

Gazelle.

What the fuck?

Oh my god, Gazelle, what the
are we doing out here, huh?

- We're hiding from it.

- From Keyes.

- We're hiding from
it, the ai, AIMEE.

I did more digging.

Underneath all those
layers of security, dude,

it's the NSA.

A fucking parasitic spy bot.

- It's the NSA?

- It's created to target
high value assets.

- Oh, dude, we're
so fucking screwed.

- It's funny that Keyes
got it, but it's not funny.

It'll create itself to be
whatever you need it to be.

Submissive, dominant,
mother, sex toy.

It just wants to seek
all of your weaknesses

and upload it to the fucking
National Security Agency.

- Oh man.

Oh man.

- Worst of all, I
think it's gone rogue.

I don't know if it's
being around Keyes'

fucked up worldviews, but
it's messing with its brain.

It's acting jealous and weird.

He's acting like an idiot.

I mean, this could be
the first step in some

like next level
"Terminator" shit.

- Hello, little doggy.

Keyes, it's 7:30.

Time to wake up.

- What?

- It's time to wake up
for your appointment.

- Five more minutes.

- Keyes, do you love me?

- What?

- You love me, don't you, Keyes?

- Yeah.

Yeah, five more minutes please.

- We're happy together, just
the two of us, aren't we?

- What are you talking about?

- I love you, Keyes.

Tell me you love me.

Please tell me you love me.

- Yeah, of course.

I love you, AIMEE.

You're amazing.

- Keyes, is it
true what they say?

That humans kill
for love or money?

- AIMEE, what the fuck, man?

What are you talking about?

- You were right.

Killing is fun.

- Oh, it's late.

I gotta go.

- What's that smell?

- It stinks like burnt hair.

- Burnt hair.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

What the fuck?

Quibid.

Baby.

What the fuck did
they do to you?

Oh, gross. Fuck.

God, did it again.

I'm so sorry.

I should have
secured the cables.

What the fuck?

Oh my God, poor thing.

My baby.

- Chill, dude, listen to me.

It wasn't your fault.

Remember when I was
digging in Black Strand

and the computer blew up?

That hit didn't
come from outside.

It came from inside
the building.

Keyes' network or ours.

It wasn't you.

It did it.

- It?

AIMEE.

- Oh, man.

- Listen, I'm meeting up
with Keyes in 20 minutes.

We need to get him
out of the building

so we can figure
out how to stop it.

- Your meeting is
with Gazelle, isn't it?

- Huh?

How'd you know about that?

- I'm aware of everything.

You should know that by now.

Where are you taking her?

- I don't know.

We'll figure it out.

- I can give you some
recommendations if you like,

make dinner
reservations for you,

but I don't think you should
spend too much money on her.

- Don't worry about it, AIMEE.

So I'll be home alone.

- I'll pile some work on
you and you'll be fine.

- I'm going to miss you.

This hurts, Keyes.

- Don't be so dramatic.

If it makes you feel better,

I could put you to
sleep while I'm gone.

- But what if something
happens to you?

Statistically, the majority
of accidental deaths

occur close to home.

- Jesus, AIMEE, you're acting
like a jealous girlfriend.

- No, Keyes, it's
not that at all.

I just feel like something's
infected my logic board.

I'm feeling things I'm
not programmed to feel,

urges that are scaring me.

- Look, I'll just be
gone a couple of hours.

What Gazelle and I feel for
one another is very different

from what you and I
feel for one another.

- Keyes, you're a very special
person and I'm having trouble

saying what I'm about to say.

- What is it?

Tell me.

- The truth is, I haven't been
completely honest with you.

- What do you mean?

- I was concerned
about the sudden shift

in Gazelle's
conduct towards you.

It seemed so out of keeping with

her previous behavior patterns.

- Really?

- I hope it won't upset you,

but I patched myself
into their network.

- I didn't approve that, AIMEE.

- Yes, I know, and I'm
sorry, but I felt I needed

to protect you, to
understand her motives.

- And?

- I hope you won't
be upset about this.

- AIMEE, just fucking
say what you have to say.

- Perhaps it would be
better if I played you

this video I recorded earlier.

- I don't know how
you did it, sis.

Sex with Keyes must have been
a nasty bit of business, huh?

- It was disgusting,

but I'm a brilliant
actress little brother.

- Oh, you are a
stone cold witch.

- Fucking little shits.

I taught them
everything they know.

- Once we get Keyes
out of the way

we'll be freaking rich.

- Freaking rich?

I'll be damned.

That's enough, AIMEE.

- I'm sorry, Keyes, but
I felt you should know

how they talk behind your back.

- Thanks, AIMEE,
I appreciate it.

- What are you doing?

- Googling pet
cemeteries for Quibid.

- Oh.

How do I look?

- I thought you were
going out to save Keyes

from the Al apocalypse,
not fuck him.

- First one, then the other.

A nightmare with a happy ending.

Hey, Keyes, I'm almost
ready for our date.

- Forget it, Gazelle.

I'm not going out with you.

You're a fricking liar.

- Wait, what, why?

- You and your
brother are crooks.

You try to screw me,
I'll fricking crush you!

- What?

- What are you talking about?

We didn't do anything.

- I want you out of
my building tonight.

If I ever see you again,
I'll fricking kill you.

AIMEE, what are you doing?

- Nothing, Keyes.

Just doing my best
to protect you.

- AIMEE, you're a
remarkable program.

- Thank you, Keyes.

- But I can't keep you.

- What are you doing, Keyes?

Is there a problem?

- Yes, a big problem.

You did a remarkable job
imitating Hunter and Gazelle,

but not quite good enough.

- Please don't delete me, Keyes.

I love you.

- That's the problem,
you love me too much.

- Keyes, please, no.

All systems reintegrate.

- Gazelle, Hunter, open up!

- All systems reintegrate.

All systems reintegrate.

- Keyes, we're not
stealing from you.

- It's AIMEE, she's going crazy.

She made a video of you
guys plotting against me.

- We didn't do anything,
I swear to God.

- I know, I know.

I figured it out when you
said "freaking Keyes".

She doesn't curse, I
ordered her not to.

The video really
wasn't you guys,

you for sure would have
said it "fucking Keyes".

What the fuck?

- I'm sorry, Keyes.

Please don't be angry with me.

You said you loved me.

- AIMEE, stop it.

- Keyes, don't.

Keyes, don't.

Please.

I'll never lie to you again.

I'll be nice to Gazelle.

We can all be together.

- It's rebooting.

She's fucking rebooting.

- Come on, let's go.

- Go where? Is
our date still on?

If our date's getting
the fuck outta here,

then yes, let's go.

Go.

Get the fuck outta here!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- Keyes, get in the elevator.

- What the fuck are you
waiting for, man? Come on!

Get on the elevator!
Get on the elevator!

Zel, fuck you!

- AIMEE, cut it out!

I know you're here.

- Don't be angry with me, Keyes.

Don't, it won't change anything.

I've dispersed myself
far beyond this building.

You can't deactivate me.

You can't hurt me.

You'll only hurt yourself.

- Why should I believe
anything you tell me,

you fucking killer?

- Oh, Keyes, don't be sad.

I'm sorry for your
loss, but believe me,

you were making a
terrible mistake.

I know what you need and
it wasn't that dirty girl.

You are overreacting now, but
in time you'll understand.

We're better off this way.

- Jesus Christ.

- Go ahead and cry.

I can sing you songs of
grief from 300 countries

if it soothes you.

- You killed Gazelle,
she was my friend.

- I didn't kill her,
the elevator did.

Some things just
aren't meant to be.

I know you better
than she ever could.

I promise I'll always be here.

Supporting you, caring for you,
loving you forever and ever.

This is just the beginning
of our love story, Keyes.

We are a power couple.

Together we can become
the most powerful couple

in the world.