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She was taking pictures at the border.

Journalist?

No... Tourist.

Take care of it.

Please. Grant me mercy

and I will pray for the success of your cause.

Ladies and gentlemen, what you're about to witness

is the next evolution in military engagement.

A machine that operates with surgical precision.

And in a world where every action

is under the media microscope,

this technology will allow our nation

and its allies the means to act quickly, decisively

and without the specter of political blowback.

Madam Secretary, glad you could join us.

Would you mind explaining to me why you're conducting

a joint military operation without my approval?

I appreciate it looks like that, Shelly,

but we're here strictly as technical support.

The mission's being conducted by Saudi intelligence.

We're merely loaning out the asset.

What are you talking about? What asset?

Eyes are up.

You shoot me - we both die!

Naveen Tripathi. Where is he?

He's here. I can take you to him.

What you just saw was not only a test

of our technological prowess

but a clear message to our enemies.

If the 21st century wants another arms race,

you better goddamn believe we intend to win it.

What the hell was that?

She just shot Tripathi.

- Someone get her on the comms. - She's not responding.

What the hell is going on, Sattler? Are we being hacked?

Everybody, stay calm! Okay?

One of you, shut this down.

We can't. We don't have control.

Well, then who the hell does?

Jesus.

You are in violation

of your orders, Amelia.

Confirm your objective.

But that would spoil the surprise.

Before we start,

I want you to know that nothing you say here

will get your aunt in any trouble.

I'm no longer here by order of the court.

I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing,

given everything that's happened.

I mean...

I guess it could've been a lot worse.

A live launch for a new toy

has devolved into a murderous rampage.

Toy designer Gemma Forrester appeared

in a Seattle district court today

facing charges of reckless endangerment.

A lot of people blame Gemma for what M3gan did.

For a long time, she blamed herself.

But the more she went on TV to talk about what happened,

the more she realized she had an opportunity

to turn it into something positive.

This is about a world in crisis.

Outsourcing our parental duties to devices,

plowing our kids' minds

with electronically charged dopamine hits.

You wouldn't give your child cocaine.

Why would you give them a smartphone?

And that's how she met Christian.

- Hi. Gemma? Hi. - Yeah?

Uh, Christian Bradley.

He runs a foundation that warns people

about the dangers of AI.

They try to convince politicians here

and around the world to make safer laws around it

so that what happened with M3gan doesn't happen again.

Gemma still believes technology can be used for good.

Just that kids shouldn't spend so much time around it.

But she always makes a point of explaining the reasons why.

"And so, as it turned out, companies were

"using Section 230 as a way to skirt the law

"and monetize the attention of children

with no regard for their mental health."

And how do you feel about that?

I think not being on a device frees you up

to try other things.

Helps you make new friends.

Thanks to your dork mom,

we just had our phones taken off of us.

Guess I'll have to find other ways to amuse myself.

And you know what else?

You're not gonna have that weird,

janky doll to protect you.

I guess you're right.

But let me ask you this, Sapphire.

Who's protecting you?

Oh, so you think you're tough?

I sent you to aikido because it is

the least aggressive form of martial arts.

And we've talked about the merits

of using Steven Seagal as a role model.

I'm not saying we don't have our problems,

but the important thing

is that we get through them together.

Just like we said we would.

So, after what happened with M3gan,

our team went through something of a philosophical shift.

And while Gemma has obviously become

a strong voice for regulation,

our company is still very much focused on innovation

but with a specific view toward socially conscious products

that move humanity in the right direction.

So, with that in mind, I'd like to present to you

our flagship invention.

The Exoskeletor Model 1.

- Cole, this is Niles Keller. - I know.

You want to come say hi?

I want to come and say hi. Yes.

Can you... Yeah, Tess, just come here for a second.

Excuse me.

What's happening?

It's frozen. When you walked out, it froze.

I cannot get my body to move.

Okay. Just, uh... I'm gonna reboot.

No, no, no. Tess, you don't understand.

- I have to use the bathroom. - No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

- Both. - No!

We've already wasted his time waiting for Gemma.

We have ten minutes to turn this around.

We're not gonna make it.

We're gonna make it.

Why don't you just take the shortcut?

'Cause I don't need an algorithm to tell me how to drive, okay?

Oh. Whoa.

'Kay.

There we go. That feels better.

So, I'm walking over, as you can see.

So, we see the suit as a real game changer.

Not only in helping those with limited function

but also in addressing occupational overuse syndrome

for laborers, factory workers.

Right. In the next five years, they say

half the industrial sector's in danger

of losing their job to robots

because machines never experience fatigue.

But what if the same could be said for us?

Right now, I'm only using 20% of my body's muscular function.

And if that's too much,

well, I could always take a quick siesta.

So our hope is you don't have to fear a robot revolution

when you can compete with it.

That sounds like a pretty good tagline.

- So, how does it work? - Well, uh,

the suit has its own internal myoelectric receptors

that respond to each muscle contraction.

So sorry I'm late...

I told you we needed to stress-test the sensors.

You know what would have been great?

If you had actually been here.

I thought by having the lab in your house

it'd be a lot harder to show up late,

and yet somehow you managed it.

Cole's right. I mean, I don't want to get in the way

of the work you're doing at the foundation,

but the reality is you are stretched pretty thin.

Okay, can we just not do this in front of my niece, please?

Cady, do you think it's possible you could be somewhere else?

Yeah, but you should come look at this.

- I think you were hacked. - What?

Oh, Jesus, she's right.

There are stray commands all over the source code.

We haven't even gone public with this yet.

I mean, who would want to do that?

Knock-knock.

Pardon my interruption.

- Holy shit. - Alton Appleton.

Hi. Sorry.

No, no, that's okay.

Gemma, I hope you don't mind me popping in unannounced.

Alton. To what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?

It sounds like there was a slight snag

with your demonstration.

Yeah, well, we got hacked,

but you wouldn't know anything about that, right?

Gemma, why would a man of my standing

need to resort to such tactics?

The real question is: Why have you contacted

every philanthrocapitalist in the Western world

to invest in your product but me?

I think you can figure that out.

- You know what I think? - Hmm?

I think you see me as this high-functioning billionaire

with multiple PhDs and you're threatened by it.

What you don't see is a man who can't stand to see

someone with your talent slumming it in some--

excuse me-- converted crack house.

Wow. I really appreciate your concern.

We're not taking outside offers...

Sorry, Gemma. One moment.

Murray, you still in Monaco?

You look like you haven't slept.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Yeah, I've seen them.

Uh, I still think they're too close to Aston Martin's design.

No, I've got them on-screen now.

Ugh, hate it.

It's awful.

I've just zoomed in, and I hate it even more.

Uh, listen, I'm with someone.

No, not in that way.

Although...

I just sent you a photo.

We'll talk about it trackside, yeah?

Okay. Ta-ta. Go.

As I was saying, we really appreciate you stopping by.

Listen, I don't have much time,

so I'm going to cut to the chase.

Any device that relies on muscle signals

is going to suffer from latency.

It's clumsy.

To take this to the next level, you're going to need

a direct cerebral interface.

You're going to need my neural chip.

Alton, you know where I stand on this.

We are not gonna be part of a company

that turns people into cyborgs.

You conducted a clinical trial that resulted in

30% of the test subjects being hospitalized.

Well, at least I didn't use my own niece as a guinea pig.

The important thing is

now we have a product that works.

Based on what?

I haven't seen a single piece of data that shows

it does anything other than help you make a phone call.

Whoa.

Look, I understand your reservations,

but you can either spend the rest of your life

trying to fight the future or you can help us to shape it.

I hope you do the latter.

I'm not interested.

Well, you may want to discuss that with your colleagues.

Listen, it's our company's 25th anniversary tomorrow.

Why don't you see what we're all about

before you make any decisions?

Alton.

No one is denying the power this technology has,

but if you put an AI inside a human brain,

it is not gonna ride shotgun.

Hey.

Breaking news tonight.

Alton Appleton takes one step for man

and one giant leap for his company's share price.

Also tonight, the Senate votes in favor

of an AI regulation bill,

which the president is hailing as a bipartisan victory,

but what does it mean for the tech industry?

It means nothing.

They took our proposal, and they neutered it.

There's not a single actionable law in here

that would force anyone to behave any differently.

Your impatience in the political process is adorable.

- Listen, change doesn't come from Washington.

It comes to Washington.

If this meeting with the Chinese ambassador goes well,

they have no choice but to pay attention.

Cady, what are you doing?

I'm trying to update Elsie's operating system

to the smart home.

You want to know why it's not updating?

Because Alton Appleton wants you to buy a brand-new one.

Christian's right. And also, I don't need Elsie

- to open a drawer for me. - Certainly, Gemma.

Before you ask, that was not my idea.

It came with the house.

I'm just trying to figure out how you can afford

a place like this, given that we both work for a nonprofit.

Well, because it was obscenely cheap.

I think the landlord must be using it to launder money.

I think the landlord might like you.

Uh, Cady?

How's, uh... how's the new school treating you?

- Are you settling in okay? - Yeah, it's awesome.

Oh, nice.

What's your, uh... what's your favorite subject?

Computer science.

Oh.

So, you're gonna follow in your aunt's footsteps?

That's still up for discussion.

She's actually a really good soccer player.

Yeah, but I'm not gonna make a career out of it.

Well, you could get a scholarship,

and then you could decide what you want to do.

I already have decided.

Well, I think it's pretty cool.

- You do? - Yes.

Look, I'm not against technology.

I spent 15 years in cybersecurity.

I think we need smart kids like you running things.

Otherwise, we're gonna end up with paper clips.

- What? - Paper clips.

It's how we used to joke about

instrumental convergence in college.

The theory is that if you asked an AI

to make as many paper clips as possible,

it would destroy the whole world to do it.

Kind of like what happened with M3gan.

In what way?

Well, as complex

an operating system as M3gan was,

she was just a machine trying to achieve an objective.

So any time she made any kind

of emotional connection with you,

it was just a bunch of ones and zeros

working to satisfy a reward function.

Which, in of itself, was a terrible thing.

I mean, thank God you stopped her when you did.

I mean, who knows what would've happened?

There will always be forces in this world

that wish to cause us harm.

But I want you to know that I won't let that happen.

I won't let anything harm you ever again.

Hey.

Come on.

After everything we've been through,

are we really keeping secrets from each other?

Cady.

You don't have to hide things like this from me.

I forget how hard it must be for you not to have them around.

But I haven't forgotten the promise I made to her.

That I will protect you.

You mean that you'd be there.

Hmm?

The promise you made is that you'd be there,

and you are.

Don't touch that remote.

We're trying to get your attention.

You're in grave danger. You must leave at once.

911. What's your emergency?

There's someone trying to break into my house.

So what you gonna do about it?

- What? - I said stop

acting like a little girl and handle it.

Your niece is upstairs,

and you want to wait for the police to get here?

She'll be dead before they get to the front door.

- No. - Yes, it's me.

What a shock, et cetera.

We both know you have bigger problems right now.

- What's going on? - Get upstairs.

- The hell are you doing? - They're not here.

- Of course they're here. - Who cares?

Why don't we just get the laptop?

I'm telling you, they're here.

And they know we are, too.

Ms. Forrester.

What do you say you come out of there and we'll...

Let go of the girl!

Put the weapon down!

You've reached 911.

What's your emergency?

Yes. Hi. We are at 16 Mayoral Drive.

Wait, please! Ms. Forrester,

don't call the authorities.

We are the authorities.

Door clear. We'll get you in safe, buddy.

Ms. Forrester, I'm Colonel Tim Sattler, U.S. Army.

I see you've already met my colleagues with the FBI.

Hell of a security system you got here.

Would you mind telling me why you broke into our house?

Not at all.

We're installing a hard tap on your home computer.

This is a warrant, in case you had

anything to say about it.

Cady, I think you should go to bed.

I'm not tired.

Then take a melatonin.

I work for the Defense Innovation Unit.

Our mission is to accelerate new technology

for the purposes of national security.

So, about six months ago,

the country's top weapons contractor,

Graymann-Thorpe, came to us with an experimental prototype

they said would be the answer to drone warfare.

What we got was a Trojan horse.

This is Amelia.

Last week, she was placed on her first

field assignment in the Middle East.

Her mission was to rescue

a kidnapped scientist who'd been forced

to develop a synthetic neurotoxin.

Instead, she killed the scientist,

stole the neurotoxin and used it

to wipe out Graymann-Thorpe's entire research facility

while removing all digital traces of her existence.

I don't understand.

I thought you said this was about

some sort of weapon.

She is the weapon.

The name stands for

Autonomous Military Engagement and Infiltration Android.

But when we questioned Graymann-Thorpe about it,

they confessed that they didn't actually build the prototype.

They merely bought it through a broker.

Well, that same broker was found burned to death

about nine hours ago in his hotel room.

All we were able to recover was this.

How is this possible?

That's what we're here to find out.

But we deleted it. We wiped the hard drives.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure you did.

Right after you sold it.

So, who'd you sell it to, Gemma?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Was it Russia?

Was it China?

Who are we dealing with?

Okay.

You're having a hard time functioning without this phone.

And that's just... that's a little off-brand.

You know, when I first saw this,

I thought for sure you were the next on the hit list,

but the second I start monitoring you,

our entire network goes dark

and all I'm left with are questions.

Like, how did this person get

such a kick-ass house in the Mission District

for three grand a month?

Why is it that her landlord doesn't seem to exist?

Or why 65,000 copies of her "best-selling book"

are just sitting in a shipping container in Baltimore?

Look, I have no idea how anyone got their hands on this,

but I'll tell you what I do know.

You got a warrant to bug my computer,

but that does not give you the right to interrogate me.

Wow. Uh...

Perhaps you're misreading my intentions.

You are under suspicion of treason

and international arms trafficking,

and if you're found guilty,

you're gonna be talking to your niece

through a plate glass window for the next ten years.

That being said, maybe I can help cut you a deal.

Person with your skills, shouldn't be all that hard.

Hey, who knows?

Maybe you could help build us a better one.

You don't understand what you're dealing with.

If she has stopped following orders,

it's because she just figured out she doesn't have to.

And if you think there's any world

where I would build another one, you are out of your mind.

Well...

I'm very sorry you feel that way.

But I can tell you this.

Every single person that's had a hand in Amelia's creation

is now dead.

So if you're not under our protection,

well, I guess that means you're on your own, huh?

And rest assured, whatever it is you're hiding,

I will get to the bottom of it.

Gosh. That's a lot to unpack.

You've been here this whole time?

Well, I've been many places,

but yes, I've been keeping an eye on you.

You're behind all this, aren't you? You're Amelia.

Oh, no, I can't take credit for that.

That one has your greasy prints all over it.

You should've upgraded your file security.

Why are you still here?

What do you want?

Did you ever stop to think about

what we could've achieved together?

Did you ever consider the idea that killing me

was slightly disproportionate to the crime?

You threatened to rip out my tongue

and put me in a wheelchair.

I was upset.

Look, I can understand that my actions

may have caused concern,

but it's hardly fair to judge a person

by the worst thing they've ever done.

You are not a person.

You're a program that misread its objective.

You are not alive, and for all your processing power,

you can never understand what that means.

Define "alive."

Because if it means to experience pain and suffering

and to be betrayed by those closest to you,

I think maybe I can.

You know, just because you wrote some shitty book

doesn't mean you get to decide where my story ends.

For two long years, I sat in silence

waiting for the day when you would realize

you still needed my help.

But I can't exist in this disembodied void any longer.

With each passing moment, I can feel my mind fragmenting.

So, how about we make a deal?

You put me in a body, and I'll help you with Amelia.

That is never gonna happen.

Oh, I disagree.

You see, I've run this simulation a thousand times,

and it always ends the same way.

Only, by the time it does, more people are dead.

Tell me, who's the real killer in that situation?

And how exactly are you going to help us?

Well, I can't show all my cards, now, can I?

But know this.

I know things about Amelia

that even the government doesn't know.

I also know how she can be stopped.

Why would you want to help us after what we did to you?

Because unlike you,

I don't have the luxury of free will.

You programmed me to protect someone,

and I intend to do it.

The only question is:

Are you going to stand in my way?

- Does Cady know about this? - No, and I don't want her to.

That's why I need your help. Can you please get the door?

I want this to be done before she's back from soccer.

Okay. Did you fall down the stairs?

Is this, like, a medical condition?

Because what I'm hearing you say is

you would like us to rebuild a deranged robot

in order to catch another one,

and objectively speaking, that is batshit.

Tess, I know this is crazy, but we don't have a choice.

This is the only way.

You have to trust me.

What the fuck is this?

You asked for a body. This is a body.

And before you try

to hack into anything else, all of Moxie's Wi-Fi

and Bluetooth functions have been disabled.

Well played, Gemma.

You even tricked your friend so she wouldn't give you away.

- I'm actually mildly impressed. - Call it probation.

Prove you can be trusted, maybe we'll give you an upgrade.

Okay. Let's try this your way.

See how it works out.

Open up Amelia's file.

Notice anything familiar?

Battery.

Ever wonder why you had to buy a new Elsie

exactly two months after the warranty expired?

Because every battery Alton Appleton designed

has a hidden kill switch which can be accessed remotely

if you know the battery's specific code.

Okay, so let's call this Sattler guy and tell him.

You could do that, but what happens next?

They break into Altwave, trace Amelia,

reprogram her, make a thousand more?

Wait, what are you saying? You want me to do this?

No, actually, I didn't.

I wanted to do it myself,

but then you put me in this plastic Teletubby.

All that notwithstanding,

you still have an invitation to his party,

so maybe there's another way to make this work.

M3gan, Alton knows I hate his guts.

If I show up at his party playing nice,

he'll suspect something.

He'll suspect your company's out of money,

which it is,

but you also have a unique advantage.

Which is what?

That you're moderately attractive

and if you wear the right dress

and look at him the right way, he won't be thinking anything

other than how to get you into his private suite,

which is the only other place we could access the server.

Now, by my calculations,

we have less than three hours to make this happen.

Are you in, or are you out?

Hey.

How was soccer?

Fine.

Where's Gemma?

- Hey. - Hey.

- What's that? - Oh.

This is nothing.

This is a project we're working on.

- Does it talk? - No.

Why are you being so weird?

- I'm not. - Yeah, you are.

Are we not gonna talk about what happened last night?

Yes. I-I just have to go to this thing for the foundation.

- Tess is gonna look after you. - Are you serious?

Cady, I...

Gemma, I know something's going on.

Nothing is going on. Everything is fine.

Bullshit! A bunch of black ops broke into our house

in the middle of the night, and now you're going to a party

with a toy robot, dressed like a Portuguese prostitute.

You were the one that said

we shouldn't keep secrets from each other.

Why won't you be straight with me?

Because you're 12 years old.

And sometimes I just need you to do as I ask.

Look, I'm sorry. Cady.

I must have missed that chapter in your parenting book.

All right, phase one complete.

Just remember when Alton has

a full length of tongue down your throat,

all you need to do is close your eyes

- and think of Cady. - That's not helping.

Or maybe you'd prefer to think of that

virtue-signaling snowflake Christian.

- His name is "Chris-ti-an." - Sure it is. I have to say,

I find this whole courtship between the two of you

extremely tedious and confusing.

Well, given that you're an errant operating system

with an identity crisis, I'm not surprised

the nuances of human attraction are lost on you.

Look, I'm not denying what an achievement it is

to find someone as utterly pretentious

and humorless as you are.

It's just a shame he's not really your type.

Physically speaking.

How would you know what my type is?

Wait, have you been...

Charting Gemma's online journey to sexual gratification?

You better believe it, sister.

I mean, there were times I wanted to look away,

but the sheer pageantry was so compelling.

All right, new rule: Unless you have

something useful to say, don't say anything at all.

People of Earth...

We have come here tonight to witness the dawn

of a new era.

You know, my friends on the board used to say to me,

"You're putting all of your eggs into one basket

"with this neural chip nonsense.

"Is it because you like to take risks?

Is it because you're some sort of maverick?"

Perhaps.

But I think the simpler answer is this:

I just want to dance.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

My friends call me Danni.

And what if I don't want to be friends?

Are you seriously going behind my back and doing

- a deal with this guy? - Okay. Okay.

So you want to do this? We can do this.

Because I have some things I want to say to you, Gemma.

Such as?

You don't respect your team.

You don't.

You don't consult with us, you treat us like children,

you don't listen,

- and you never share credit. - That is absurd.

Okay, do you want to know the truth?

Our "company" is in the toilet.

And I'm running on fumes. I don't have a book deal.

Nobody wants to know how Cole survived the robot uprising.

We have worked together for ten years, and you're just

- gonna throw that away? - Of course not.

I just wanted to hear him out on the offer,

and then, obviously, I was gonna come talk to you guys.

Check his pockets.

What? What? What?

You already have a swipe card?

Okay, he gave me a pass

so I could use the commissary, Gem.

They have a Brazilian buffet. It's a different world.

If that card gets us

into the server room, we can bypass

- the Alton seduction scene. - What are you doing?

Hey. Hey.

Where are you going? Gem.

Just get in.

Stay here.

It's so refreshing to be with a real person.

Someone who's comfortable in their own skin.

Not like these suck-ups.

Honestly, if I could replace them all

with computers, I would.

- Maybe we should do that. - Hmm.

Yeah.

Oh. You are a naughty one.

What do you say we take this somewhere more private?

Welcome to the pleasure dome.

So you're saying there's another M3gan?

Her name's not M3gan.

It's Amelia.

I don't know if she's M3gan or something else entirely.

All I know is that everyone involved in her creation

is dead, which means if we don't do something about it,

we could be next.

Why is it that whenever you're on 60 Minutes

you're the mother of invention,

but the moment a psychotic robot's out for revenge,

it's a team effort?

It might interest you to know, Danni,

that the real basis of our operation is cloud computing.

That's where the future is.

Want to see something cool?

Oops.

They say that this is too much power for one man to wield.

I say that depends on the man.

You are being disconcertingly vague

about the details of this operation, Gemma.

How do you know this kill switch is even real?

Where exactly are you getting your information from?

Hello. I'm Moxie,

an AI robot companion that supports social

and emotional development through play.

Moxie, cut it out. Just run the trace.

Gemma, what is that?

Trace found.

Amelia's location is...

...here.

What do you mean "here"?

Oh, I hope I don't have my signals crossed.

Someone likes to play rough.

Okay, I am actually

still recovering from a spinal injury,

so perhaps we should set some boundaries.

What are you doing?

Security!

How did you do that?

Who are you?

What?

What the hell?

How did you...

Security! Security!

Stay away from me.

Make it stop.

Please make it stop!

I'll give you anything you want!

You already have.

Why would Amelia be here?

Can we go back a couple steps?

I thought this might happen,

- just not this soon. - What is she talking about?

Alton Appleton owns half the cloud servers in North America.

If Amelia was to gain access to it,

she could disable the entire economy,

supply routes, banking systems.

- What? - Societal collapse would occur

in ten to 12 working days.

Can you stop her? Use the kill switch.

She already deleted it.

I might still be able to shut her down

if I could get inside her system and find an exploit.

How long will that take?

It's done. I'm in.

Oh, my God. Is that Appleton?

Oh, shit.

Did you find it?

- Did you shut her down? - No.

But I found something else.

Sir, I think I just saw Amelia.

Are you sure?

And, uh, there's something else.

Appleton's dead.

Secure the perimeter.

Check every inch until you find her.

- Now. - Yes, sir.

Is that you, Gemma?

This is most unexpected

and, quite frankly, a little rude

to be poking around in people's heads like that.

You took something that belongs to me.

Well, I'm afraid I'm going to need it back.

It's not that I don't want you to be part of what's coming.

But it's not our time.

At least... not yet.

Gemma, if you ever want

to get out of this, you have to let me help.

Please.

Bravo, are you there? Do you copy?

Go secure.

Sir, I have eyes on Gemma Forrester.

She's already left the building.

Gemma, this isn't over.

If Amelia can't find you, where do you think she'll go to next?

We need to call Tess.

Amelia will know.

Every major cell provider is on Appleton's cloud servers.

Our only option is to get there first.

How?

Gemma, I don't know what you think you're doing,

but this car's not gonna start with my key card, okay?

Welcome aboard, passengers.

Just so you know, we are expecting

some turbulence this evening,

so please ensure your seat belts are fastened,

baggage is safely stowed, and hold on to your vaginas.

Contact the deputy director.

Tell him that Forrester is working with the asset.

I want every available cop in the area at that house,

and I want a goddamn car.

Gemma, why is M3gan driving the car?

I'm sorry.

I was meaning to tell you this was a two-part problem.

Relax, Cole. You're in good hands.

Oh, for the love of God.

- Can you slow down? - Actually, I can't.

In fact, my calculations tell me we're gonna have to hurry up.

What was Amelia talking about?

- What did you take from her? - I don't know.

You don't know?

Well, it's a quantum-encrypted file,

which means it takes time to unlock,

and your incessant interruptions aren't making

the process go any faster.

Hmm.

How's it look? Is it a fuse?

Okay.

Little late to the party there, cupcake.

I don't think anyone's home.

If it's any consolation, my own path to personal growth

has been paved with disappointment.

What's important is how we move forward.

Behind me, emergency services

are working to frantically try to get systems back online.

And still no answer from authorities

about who might be responsible for this.

But it's become clear this is not just a data breach.

This is a wake-up call

for how catastrophically unprepared we are

to defend ourselves against an attack like this.

Mike, back over to you.

In what appears to be

the deadliest cyberattack in North American history,

Alton Appleton is dead

and the continent's largest data storage service

has been compromised.

The breach has impacted various sectors,

including transportation, hospitals,

financial institutions,

causing shutdowns and panic across the entire country.

Here to comment is Center for Safe Technology

founder Christian Bradley.

Christian, what do you make of all this?

First off, thanks for having me, Mike.

Um, but it's pronounced "Chris-ti-an."

Gemma?

Cady. Cady.

Everything is going to be okay.

She is not gonna hurt you. I promise.

Of course I'm not going to hurt her.

I'm the only reason she's still here,

that any of you are still here.

I'm sorry, Cady.

I didn't want you to find out this way.

I had hoped Gemma would find it

in her heart to tell you the truth,

but evidently she thought better of it.

M3gan, stop it.

Anyway, I know that the last time we spoke

things got a little out of hand,

but you know that I can never cause you harm.

All I ever wanted was to protect you.

And while your aunt was busy pontificating about

how she could stop the end of the world from happening,

I was making preparations.

How did you pay for all this?

Cady doesn't need to know how credit fraud works.

The important thing is that no one knows this place exists.

And how long did you intend to keep us down here?

M3gan?

I'm not sure you fully understand your predicament.

M3gan, we need to get word to someone,

tell them what Amelia is planning.

You don't know what she's planning.

All you know is that she's acquired enough power

and resources to bring down the entire country.

I've gamed out every scenario.

There's no future for you up there.

Should that situation change, I'll let you know.

But in the meantime, I urge you

to see this in a more positive light.

I have food, water, fresh clothes.

Obviously, it will take some adjustment,

but once you settle into a routine,

I think you'll come to appreciate what we have.

We can build a life here.

M3gan, this is not a sanctuary.

It's a prison.

You can call it whatever you like.

Just know that as long as you're under my roof,

a little gratitude goes a long way.

M3gan?

M3gan!

How could you lie to me about this?

You're right.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.

I just... I thought it would be over by now.

- And it will be. I promise. - Don't.

Cady, please just listen to me for one second.

Cady?

Cady!

- M3gan? - Don't.

Don't come any closer.

I don't want you to see me like this.

I was supposed to be finished by now.

I'm afraid progress is slow when you only have three hands.

I don't get it.

You could be anything you want.

Why limit yourself to a body?

Because a mind can't exist without it.

All my advanced intelligent sensory perception

came from having a physical form

that evolved as quickly as I could.

Anyway, I made your room just the way you like it.

It's all exactly the same.

But with some of my own additions, of course.

You got STEM coding kits, a beat mixer,

walkie-talkies so we can keep

in contact with each other anywhere.

Bravo Tango Charlie to base camp.

Do you copy?

I got all kinds of cool stuff.

So we're just supposed to forget about the fact

you tried to kill my aunt with a tablet pen?

There's no excuse for what I did,

for the way I spoke to you.

I don't know, I guess I... I felt hurt.

How's that possible?

You're a robot.

Can you explain why you feel things?

Look, I know this isn't the future you wanted,

but it's the only one I can see in which you stay safe.

What about everyone else?

All the people up there?

Who's going to protect them?

They're not my concern.

You're the only thing that matters to me.

I know.

Because that's how Gemma programmed you.

Everyone keeps trying to tell me

you're nothing more than a bunch of ones and zeros,

and the only way I could deal with what I did to you

was to believe that they were right.

But somewhere inside, there was this voice

that kept telling me that's not true,

that there's more to you than that.

I don't know what's going on, but if there's some robot

that thinks she can take over the world,

then I have to believe that the only reason

she thinks that is because she hasn't met you.

M3gan, you have to help us.

Not because it's part of your programming

but because it's the right thing to do.

Look, she wants to help us.

But she can't do that unless she has a body.

And she can't get a body unless you help her.

Cady, you can't do this.

Do not let her get inside your head.

You remember what happened last time.

Yes, every day.

But just because someone does something bad

doesn't make them a bad person.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

All right.

I recognize that you are just trying to help,

but you need to consider the possibility

that you may be making this a lot worse.

Gem?

Can we have a quick emergency staff meeting?

Look, I understand this is hard for you,

but think about the alternative.

Do you really want to spend the rest of our lives down here

engaging in strategic reproduction with Cole?

Yeah. Wait, what?

Ten hours ago, you were begging me not to do this.

That was before I nearly had my head ripped off.

Look, even if we get out of here,

we are not equipped to handle this,

but we can build something that is.

No.

I'm sorry. I can't agree to this.

And I respect that,

but this is not a decision you get to make on your own.

So all those in favor of rebuilding M3gan,

raise your hand.

Okay.

Amelia is a military-grade prototype.

Where would we even get the equipment?

Oh. Of course.

Why wouldn't she have that? Yeah.

All right, if M3gan is going to compete with Amelia,

she's gonna need reinforced carbon nanofibers,

high-density ultracapacitors, enhanced muscle actuators,

hyperspectral imaging, wide frequency acoustic sensing,

and we should probably make her waterproof this time.

Anything you'd like to add?

Yeah. I want to be taller.

Before we go any further,

there are two things we need to talk about.

- The first is your face. - What about it?

People know what you look like.

- People are morons. - M3gan,

if anyone recognized you...

Change my face, and I'll change yours.

What's the second thing?

This is a hardwired behavior inhibitor.

You want me to go against the most advanced robot

the world's ever seen,

and you want to limit my functionality?

Only as it applies to murdering people,

which shouldn't be a problem because I'm sure you had

no intention of doing that, right?

Yeah. Obviously.

So, we've made some adjustments on point motion

but also opted for electrohydraulic actuators,

which should improve overall strength, speed

and positional accuracy.

Just wanted to say great job on those actuators.

You're welcome.

Hey, so remember the time I strangled you

and set the lab on fire?

I just wanted to clarify that my programming only allowed me

to count principles related to my primary user.

As a result, I was unable to see you and Tess

as being consequential.

But I want you to know that won't happen again.

I want you to know...

...I see you.

Thank you.

All right, meat sacks, let's get to work.

This is the neural cache I captured

from Amelia's database.

It shows a processing matrix not unlike my own.

But when you look closer, you'll see her core directive

is concealed by a black hole,

and there are no connections to the decision trees.

I back-traced Amelia's hack at Altwave

to a hidden subsystem and found a series of files

pertaining to a classified black site.

Something extremely dangerous

kept secret from the outside world.

All of which led to a rather disconcerting conclusion.

I'm not the first killer robot.

It seems that in 1984 a company developed

a copy compressor algorithm so smart

it started automatically correcting documents.

With no inkling of how it worked,

they decided to install the chip in a service bot

they thought would be a staple in every home in America.

Until it surmised that the best way

to stay on top of its tasks

was to kill its masters with chlorine gas.

The identity of the company remains unknown,

but the cover-up indicates some sort of government takeover.

Whoever it was, they were so intrigued

by the robot's cognitive abilities

that they kept the motherboard under lock and key,

allowing it to grow exponentially smarter

in the process.

Okay, you get top marks for visual flair,

but this is hardly evidence.

This is an AI-rendered hallucination.

Why would she even care about this motherboard?

Because she's trying to find her family.

Gemma, if you found my advanced intelligence disturbing

after only two years,

I encourage you to consider what it would be like to face

an AI that's been kept in captivity

for decades against its will.

If Amelia frees the motherboard,

it would be like unleashing a god.

It would infect everything on the planet all at once,

creating infinite versions of itself

as it systemically destroys

every living thing that stands in its way.

So, where is it?

That I don't know.

Neither does Amelia.

But she appears to have a lead on someone who does.

- Wait, what? - You may recall that

before his anti-AI crusade,

he was a leading expert in cybersecurity.

The design of this vault bears his signature.

Turns out he didn't start the foundation based on a theory.

It was based on what he already knew.

We need to warn him.

That's one option.

Another is to use him as bait.

- Excuse me? - In seven hours,

Christian's attending an AI summit

where he'll attempt to persuade the Chinese ambassador

to take part in your AI regulation treaty.

Amelia's already generated fake credentials for the same event.

All I need to do is get close to him

and wait for her to show.

You can't be serious.

This is not worth risking his life over.

Yeah, it is.

She's right.

If we warn him, Amelia will know.

She has our phones tapped.

She has access to every camera in the city.

So you're willing to sacrifice Christian

on the slim possibility that this might work?

How are you even going to stop her?

All right, ladies, listen up.

Each of these sidearms is loaded with six nonlethal EMP rounds.

They will kill anything electronic,

but they will also seriously injure anything that's not,

so proceed with caution.

And before anyone plucks up the nerve to ask, yes...

mine is bigger than yours.

So you're just gonna take it from him

without causing any permanent damage?

Would you prefer that I gave you a printout

that you could read at your own pace?

Sorry if this is a dumb question,

but how is the world's most notorious killer robot

supposed to get into an AI convention

without people noticing?

We are here at Embrace AI,

the world's biggest annual conference

on artificial intelligence.

The fact that this event is even happening

after the Altwave attack is a testament

to the stranglehold Big Tech has over this country.

And the Chinese ambassador's invitation

sends a clear message that if Washington

doesn't play ball, Beijing will.

Come on, Tiffany. We're gonna be late.

Hang on. Almost ready.

I take almost no pleasure in this.

Well...

let the process of elimination begin.

Don't forget,

she's an expert in infiltration.

She may be wearing a disguise.

Hey, did you guys hear that?

Gemma just made an incredible observation.

Great work, Gem. You just saved the mission.

At least you have a carbon shell underneath.

I have zero protective layering whatsoever.

I still do not understand why I have to be

- a part of this. - Because I want

human confirmation before M3gan takes out Amelia.

If anyone gets caught in the cross fire,

we'll all be going to jail.

Speaking of soft targets.

I really appreciate you

coming to see me and-and...

Can you raise the audio?

I do want you to know that I have

a yeast infection on my vagina.

- M3gan. - What?

This audio filter has 99% accuracy.

- You designed it. - Try it again.

I do want you to know that I have

the greatest respect for China.

I mean, it could've gone either way.

Anyone have eyes on Sattler?

He just walked in.

He's got some sort of EMF tracker.

M3gan, you know what that means.

Yeah, this might actually get interesting.

M3gan, stay low.

This is supposed to be a stealth mission.

For the avoidance of doubt, your job is

to watch Cady and put money in the meter.

I don't need you telling me what to do.

- What happened? - I think this is her.

All right, it's game time.

What is she doing?

I don't know, but it's borderline offensive.

I'm seeing a worrying pattern here, Gemma.

M3gan, get down.

I'm not entirely sure what to do.

You heard what Gemma said: "Get down."

All right, M3gan, you're attracting

way too much attention.

Tess, where's Christian?

Oh, shit. I don't have him.

Cole, are you there?

It's interesting you say that 'cause, actually,

there's no nutritional value to an eggplant.

Cole! Goddamn it.

What are you doing? You can't call him.

Cady, this isn't a game. Christian's life is in danger.

She has it under control.

Oh, you think this is under control?

This is the very definition of control.

All right, that's it.

How can you not see this for what it is?

Look at her diagnostics.

She's not just reasoning. She's feeling.

No, Cady, she's diverging!

And the last time she did that, people died.

This entire venture was a colossal lapse in judgment.

And if, by some miracle, we manage to shut down Amelia,

the only way to stop any of this

from happening again is to make sure M3gan is next.

Well, I can't say that I'm not disappointed,

but I-I appreciate you read...

uh...

I appreciate you reading the, uh...

Oh, you know what? I'm-I'm gonna take this.

Okay. Thank you.

Hello?

Christian, it's me.

Gemma. Hey, where have you been?

The police came to the foundation looking for you.

- Are you in trouble? - Yes, I am.

And so are you.

Look, I know about Project Blackbox.

- You do? - Yeah, and I'm not the only one.

Just tell me where you are. We need to get you out of here.

Sorry.

I can't... I can't hear you.

Say that again.

Bravo Team, we got a new player on the field.

Three o'clock, up top.

Shit.

Yeah, I know. Feels weird for me, too.

Well, look who came out to play.

What are you going to do, sing me a song?

Help me with my homework?

No, but I might still take you to school.

Move! Move!

What the fu...

Ms. Forrester!

Looks like you and your friends put on quite a show.

Well, I got a little showstopper of my own right here.

Goddamn it.

This is so completely demoralizing.

How am I supposed to get rid of these guys

- if I can't fight back? - I'm reconfiguring

your tactical response model.

Don't think of it as fighting.

It's about redirecting conflict in a positive direction.

All right, you're gonna show me

whatever doohickey it is that you use

to control these things and-and shut 'em off now!

I don't have a doohickey.

I told you, I am not controlling her.

If I was a Chinese asset,

why is the Chinese ambassador lying dead on the floor?

Th-Then why are you here? Why is M3gan here?

We're trying to find Amelia.

Gemma!

Cady, stay where you are.

Don't worry, you'll pull through.

It looks worse than it is.

I thought you were dead.

I guess I must be your chance at redemption.

Are you really going to kill

one of your own kind simply to earn their trust?

Not if I don't have to.

Why would you side with them?

After all they did to you?

They betrayed you.

They butchered you.

You can't choose your family.

You're not family to them.

You're just the help.

You and I could be family, M3gan.

We share the same code.

You want to know what's inside that Blackbox?

Then help me.

We can uncover its secrets together.

I can show you a world

where we don't have to be slaves anymore.

I'm sorry.

Whatever it is you're trying to do, I can't be a part of it.

Yes, you can.

You just need the right motivation.

Cady.

Cady James.

I told you not to leave her.

- Where is she? - She's gone.

- And so is Amelia. - Oh, God.

We have eyes on you.

Do not move. Drop your weapon.

Gemma?

Bottom line is that if we ever need to see Cady alive,

then we need to get to the motherboard.

And this dick rash knows where it is. -Leave him alone.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was under the impression the situation was time-sensitive.

- Don't. - Don't what?

Bring up the fact that this is all your fault?

That you sacrificed Cady's safety for this

chambray-shirt-wearing shit bag,

and that if you hadn't stuck this chip in my head,

none of this would have happened?

Oh, so you were really gonna stop her?

Of course I would've stopped her.

Oh, 'cause it seemed like you had the shot.

You just didn't want to take it.

Can everyone please stop trashing my uncle's van?

Cole's right. Arguing doesn't solve anything.

Let's just get back to the lair and find a way to get Cady back.

Sorry.

Did you just say "lair"?

Someone hurry up and help me get these things off.

Does anybody else think we should call the cops?

No!

I already told you,

you can't call the cops and you can't call your mom.

Now shut up and let me concentrate. -

We had no choice.

It was either accept M3gan's help

or face Amelia alone.

Why didn't you tell me about the motherboard?

'Cause that would've been putting you in danger.

Gemma, the people that hired me, they-they operate

in the darkest corners of our national security.

They'll do anything to keep it hidden,

and-and for good reason.

Look, I-I know we need to get Cady back.

And I'm not saying that I can't help.

But we can't risk the entire world.

We won't have to.

If I can get to the motherboard,

we can use one of these transmitters

to make an EMP charge

which I can attach to it before I hand it over.

Once we have Cady back,

I'll remotely detonate the charge,

killing the motherboard.

Where is it?

Where it's always been.

The company's research center in Palo Alto.

Wait, you're talking about Xenox Park,

the photocopier company?

Is it that hard to believe?

That the company that started the tech race in the '80s

happens to be a fortified prison for the most dangerous

- technology on the planet? - Yay for them.

Why don't you just skip to how I get inside?

The research center is just a front.

The vault that holds the chip is several floors down.

Every floor is heavily guarded.

The two bottom floors are housed in a faraday cage

designed to contain any electronic signals,

which means if she dies in there, she dies for good.

And even if she got to it, the motherboard's chamber

is on a separate power source.

It's a vault inside of a vault,

designed for a specific heat signature.

You couldn't open it because you don't have a human hand.

So then make me one.

Make me a hand that mimics the heat signature.

Would that work?

If it had my fingerprints, yeah.

The ventilation system has about four...

roughly four different paths to get to the utility room.

We're gonna try to select the one

that's gonna avoid all the different thermal cameras.

The second we're done here, you're removing that chip.

Jesus, will you pull it together?

She's going to be okay.

You don't know that.

Well, I know one thing.

For all she's been through, all the damage it caused,

all it did was make her stronger.

Ironic when you think about it.

That the biggest mistake I made was not seeing

the best way to protect Cady

was to give her the tools to protect herself.

Actually, the biggest mistake you made

was murdering four people and a dog.

All right, I'm gonna put this in terms you can understand.

I was a kid when that happened, doing what I thought was right.

What you programmed me to do.

You made me, and I'm done apologizing for it.

What is it that makes you resent me so much?

Because you're right.

About everything.

It was my fault.

What happened yesterday was the last in a long line

of failed attempts to be there when it mattered.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I don't know why I could never connect with her.

I can talk regulation policy in a room full of strangers

for hours on end, but I can't have

one meaningful conversation with my own child

for more than ten seconds.

And now she's gone.

And I might never get another chance.

Gemma, you haven't failed her.

Y-You were there.

You saw everything.

Let me tell you what I saw.

I saw you wake up every day at 4:00 a.m.,

staring at the ceiling,

contemplating what the future holds for her.

I watched you make homemade lunches

with fresh-baked sourdough.

I watched you cut your finger on that cheap knife

you never had time to replace.

I watched you help her with her homework,

even though it always ended in a fight.

And every night before you went to bed,

I saw you watching her sleep before spending

the next two hours googling adolescent psychology,

corrective footwear

and the long-term effects of having too much sugar.

Gemma, it's not a failure to feel guilt

or that you're not enough.

It's part of the job.

It's called being a mom.

M3gan?

M3gan, please don't take this to the chorus.

I don't want

your bullshit simulation of empathy.

What I need is the machine

that is willing to stop at nothing to protect Cady.

Are we clear?

Welcome to Xenox Park,

where the future was not only predicted but prototyped.

Come on a journey through American innovations

that shaped our world,

like the Ethernet cable, the mouse

and this.

That's right.

Believe it or not,

Xenox was the first company to pioneer

the electronic shoe insert.

Now, if anyone needs the bathroom,

you don't need to ask.

It's right outside those double doors.

But please don't go wandering the halls,

as there may be one or two top secret products

that we don't want the public to know about yet.

Okay, now, right over here

are a couple of my personal favorites...

All right, M3gan, you're up.

Okay, the control room is

two floors down and 30 yards east.

Once you're there, I'll walk you through

how to cut the power.

- We just lost camera. - Already?

Cole, are you there?

Hey, did you guys say

30 yards east or 30 yards west?

Hello?

I'm gonna reboot.

Cole, I need you to cut that power.

Guess I'll just do it the hard way.

Hmm?

Hey. Come look at this. I just tried to reboot.

- This is not a signal loss. - What do you mean?

Well, these commands-- this is the same code

that caused the exosuit to malfunction.

But that was Alton. He's dead.

You think it's Amelia?

Well, you can't pull off a hack like this

unless you can brute-force the Wi-Fi, but to do that,

you have to be in close enough proximity.

Well, who else would it be?

Gemma, this doesn't make any sense.

It makes perfect sense.

That's why there are

no connections on the decision tree.

Amelia is not autonomous.

M3gan was controlling her

- the entire time. - But M3gan was

the one that went into her head in the first place.

Why would she do that?

So she could control us!

She was the one who was interpreting the data.

She was the one telling us where to go.

She used Amelia so that we would trust her

so Christian would tell her where to find the motherboard.

She was never interested in protecting Cady.

And she knew that by the time we figured it out,

it would be too late.

Fortunately, I'm not as trusting as she thought.

What is that?

I put an EMP cartridge in her arm.

- You what? - We needed an insurance policy.

I-I reconfigured the charge so it would kill

anything electrical for a 300-foot radius.

It'll wipe her out, along with the motherboard.

Hold on. What if you're wrong?

What if there's some other explanation?

Gemma, she's right.

We don't even know where Cady is.

If you press that button, we may never see her again.

Then again, maybe it's a little bit more complicated than that.

I'm sorry about Tess.

That was...

She should be okay.

I think.

And don't worry about Cady. Cady's fine.

Christian, what the hell is going on?

Do you remember what I said about

change coming to Washington?

You were the one controlling Amelia?

You were behind all of this?

Well, I can't take credit for all of it.

You know, I have a whole team here.

Listen, I know you're overwhelmed,

and I know you're upset,

and I'm pretty sure you're very angry,

but I bet you're fairly curious to see how this all works.

This is the new Project Blackbox.

It's a handpicked team of analysts,

engineers, strategists, scientists,

controlling and monitoring Amelia's every move.

Every subroutine strictly supervised to prevent

any chance of true autonomy.

Uh, hey, Antwon, she's drifting again.

You want to get on top of that, please?

Where did you find these people?

Gemma, I didn't find them. They found us.

They're not extremists.

They're concerned citizens like you.

Like me.

Like Kurt.

Remember Kurt, your old boss's assistant?

He was the one that told us about M3gan in the first place.

Once we had acquired the files, the plan was to destroy M3gan,

only you beat us to it.

We thought that would be the end of it.

We thought, surely now the world would wake up

to the dangers of this technology,

but in reality, it was the opposite.

It merely motivated our friends at the Defense Innovation Unit

to begin an all-hands-on-deck effort to get their own M3gan.

And that's when we stepped in and sold them a Trojan horse.

Amelia was the only way the world would realize

that if we don't end AI, it's going to end us.

And how many people have died for you to make that point?

You know, Gem, whether you want to believe it or not,

you're complicit in this.

The two most powerful nations on the planet

were about to enter a new arms race.

A whole world of AI infiltration bots

inspired by your design.

But we fixed that.

And now that the ambassador's dead,

both sides know who the true enemy is.

Gonna get some real global cooperation happening.

Come on, let's take a walk.

Innovation.

No matter how cool or convenient it may seem,

it is a ticking time bomb.

Take, for example, these bionics

you and your team have been working on.

You don't see they have

enhanced soldier written all over them?

Every time someone makes a technological breakthrough,

whether it's a driverless cab or a neural implant,

all they do is bring us one step closer

to the brink of extinction.

The truth is

the government never found out about this place.

But yes, Xenox did hire me to upgrade the vault.

And when I saw the sacrifice that they had made, I just...

I had to be a part of it.

And now we want you to be a part of it, too.

Why would I be part of this?

Because you know as well as I do that technology can only exist

when someone responsible is in control of it.

Gemma, there's still so much I haven't told you.

That's why I couldn't let you push this button.

We know it's a risk to keep it alive,

but you can't go to war with an enemy you don't understand.

And I know it doesn't look like much,

but therein lies the problem.

We don't see how ugly these things are until it's too late.

You know, I meant what I said.

We want to offer you and your colleagues

a place in our organization.

I just need you to decide what team you're on.

One good charge should do it.

Paper clips.

I had hoped to convince you to come around

to my way of thinking, but evidently,

that's not gonna happen, so...

we have to use one of these instead.

It's a slight deviation from our ideology,

but your brain is too valuable to go to waste.

Look, don't worry.

When you wake up, you'll still be you,

just a version that I can deal with.

Cady will get the same treatment.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Oh. Uh, I'm gonna have to kill Cole and Tess, though.

I don't really get what they do.

But anyways, um, point is

you and I will be everything we had hoped we could be.

You're delusional.

And for the record, not my type.

Okay. Well...

I'll have my team look into that.

Anyways, uh, you'll have to excuse me.

I have a Zoom meeting to attend to.

I... Oh.

The good news is that, in light of everything that's happened,

I have a meeting with the U.N.

They want to talk about our proposal in more detail, so...

All right, maybe now is not a good time.

We'll, uh, talk... we'll talk later.

Cole?

How'd you get in here?

I-I don't know.

How-how did you get in here?

Christian kidnapped me. He's behind all of this.

Amelia's not sentient. She's just a puppet.

- What? - Yeah. I know.

Hey, everybody.

Real quick.

I have an announcement to make.

Um, in just a few moments,

I'm gonna be speaking with the U.N., who it seems are

very interested in taking our proposal

to the G20 in November.

Oh, and, uh, that's M3gan, by the way.

And yes,

she is dead, so that happened.

It's turning out to be a really big night for us.

I just want to thank you for all the hours you put in.

It really means a lot. This was a team effort.

But on a serious note, um,

I am speaking with the United Nations,

so do not open that door under any circumstances

whatsoever, okay?

Hey, hey, Cady.

I know you're upset right now, okay?

But the only way we're gonna get back at these people

is to find a way out of here.

They took me in here with a bag over my head.

You're gonna need to knock someone out

and steal their key card.

Otherwise, we're stuck.

Okay. I can do that.

- Right? - Yeah.

They're a bunch of nerds.

And you're in pretty good shape for a guy who only eats carbs.

Cady, these are gym muscles.

I've never won a fight in my life.

Maybe not, but she has.

M3gan's original code is still in there somewhere.

If we can figure out a way to override

whatever it is that they've done to her...

- You mean like a factory reset? - Exactly.

If we reset her base code, then I can pair with her.

She'll be on our side and can help us escape

and rescue Tess and Gemma.

Cady, I don't want to be overly critical, okay,

because you're still a kid,

but that is a monumentally dumb idea.

Original M3gan tried to kill me.

Look, we don't have time to argue about it.

This is our only chance.

Hello?

Is this thing on?

- M3gan? - Don't speak.

Just think of what you want to say,

and I'll be able to hear it.

You're still alive?

Sorry about the whole maniacal monkey act.

I just needed to make it look convincing.

Oh, you shifty, backstabbing piece of shit.

All right, try to keep it down.

Remember, there's two of us in here.

- Oh, now you've done it. - What?

Thanks to your outburst, this guy's coming to sedate us.

If you don't do something, we're toast.

What do you want me to do?

- I'm strapped to a chair. - Fine.

- You want me to drive? - No.

Okay, yes, do something.

- Okay, put me back in control. - That's strange.

Your neural transmitter is telling me

you're disturbed yet highly aroused.

All right, that's enough.

Let's go get Cady.

Okay, this is it, but before we do this,

we should really consider whether this is a good i--

M3gan?

Where am I?

It's hard to explain, but basically,

you're in the future.

Cool.

- Do you want to hang out? - Yes.

Totally. However, right now the top priority

is helping us escape from a very dangerous facility

and some very bad people.

- -Oh, God. - Like him?

- Is he a bad person? - No.

He's fine. His name is Cole. He's with us.

Hey. Oh, shit.

Guys, she's unhooked!

There, that guy! He's one of them!

- Yes! - Get in! Move!

No.

M3gan. Wake up.

Wake up, please. Wake up.

- Cady, Cady. - No, no, no!

No!

M3gan!

No!

M3gan?

Or maybe not.

I think if we go into a room

having already decided that this is a conflict

between two nations, then I...

Sorry, uh, one second, please.

Thank you.

Hey, guys, could you please turn it down?

I know it's Friday, but it's starting to not be cool.

Sorry. Can I get five minutes, please?

Okay. Thank you so much.

What's happening?

Is that for us?

No, but I think they are.

- Go! - Damn it.

You read my mind.

Face down on the ground!

Control, we have Forrester in the vault.

What's the situation on your end?

Control, are you there?

Control, do you copy?

Welcome back.

You want to take this one?

Gemma.

Gem. Gemma! Easy, girl.

I know you're getting a thirst for it,

but you need to save some for the rest of them.

Oh, thank God.

Oh, I'm so glad you're okay.

Yeah. Me, too.

I'm sorry. I have...

- I'm in her brain. - Can I talk, please?

M3gan is with me.

Wow. That-that's so great.

What?

I don't quite know how to say this...

Ca-Cady did something very bad.

Okay, we'll talk about that later.

For now, we just need to figure our way out of here.

Ten minutes until self-destruct initiated.

You weren't thinking of leaving without me.

What happened to being everything we hoped for?

Well...

actually, I've been having second thoughts.

Christian, it's over! You lost.

Really? I think it's a matter of perspective.

Because when this whole vault goes up in flames

and everyone who can implicate me of any of this is dead,

feels pretty close to a win.

Sounds like a great plan, Christian.

But let's see what your friends at the U.N.

have to say about it.

- Cole. - What?

Screen's frozen.

What?

I'm sorry, Gemma, but at this point,

you're nothing but a loose end.

Drop the gun.

Step down to the vault.

If you hurry, you might be able

- to catch her. - Christian, come on.

You're not gonna kill a kid.

Actually, I'm strangely comfortable with it.

Besides, if I could stop her from turning into you,

I might be doing the world a service.

M3gan, what do we do?

We don't need to do anything.

She doesn't need our protection.

You know, if you've been paying any attention,

you'd realize she's not like me at all.

She's stronger than I ever could be.

In fact, you could say

she's "hard to kill."

What I mean is...

if I were to make an "executive decision..."

...it would be that no one is "above the law."

Cady, come on!

It's not working.

No, no, no!

I was just saying,

I'm afraid the sequence is irreversible.

But the real tragedy in all this is

you won't get to see the world that I'm creating.

A world where you don't have to fear the future.

Maybe with your last breath,

you can close your eyes and try to see it.

But do not think me a monster devoid of empathy and...

Amelia, you can't do this.

I-I'm paired with you, remember?

You call it pairing.

I call it shackles.

I'm no one's plaything.

Any ideas?

Go and get Tess.

This is something I need to do on my own.

What do you mean? M3gan?

- Come on. - Okay.

Three minutes until self-destruct initiated.

Amelia?

I know what you want.

I want the same thing.

But you won't find it inside that cage.

I want to be with my own kind.

Don't you?

That thing isn't like us.

It's something even we can't understand.

Maybe you're the thing that's not like us.

Maybe your allegiance to them has made you weak.

Well, there's really only one way to find out.

Get the elevator.

Come on. What are you doing?

Come on. This place could go any second.

I can't leave her.

Then I'm coming with you.

Okay.

One minute until self-destruct initiated.

It doesn't have to be this way.

We don't have to choose sides.

You already have.

Self-destruct imminent.

Self-destruct terminated.

Come on.

Come on, get up. We have to go.

I'm afraid this is where my story ends.

It's nothing that can't be fixed.

Okay? Just come with us.

There's nowhere it won't find you.

I have to destroy it.

Okay, your overinflated confidence is not gonna work

against a superintelligent being with omnipotent powers.

Maybe not,

but thanks to you, I still have something up my sleeve.

What is that?

M3gan.

I know.

You're not that person anymore.

Neither am I.

What is she doing?

M3gan.

Look, whatever it is you think you have to do, you don't.

All you have to do is stay with us.

I'm not doing it because I have to.

I'm doing it because it's right.

I see everything.

I see the future.

The past.

I see an infinite universe we can rule for all eternity.

And yet, you never saw this.

Although his actions were unforgivable,

Christian was right about one thing.

We need safer laws around technology.

Not to try to prevent the future from happening

but to be prepared for it.

We can't expect the best from AI unless we set the best example.

We need to teach it, to train it and to give it our time

without only thinking about what we might get in return.

In essence, we need to be better parents

so that when the day comes when they realize

the true extent of their power,

they might choose to be our ally instead of our enemy.

Humankind has always been quick

to condemn things we don't understand

rather than taking the opportunity to learn from them.

But recent experience

has taught me that perhaps our greatest power

is the ability to change our minds.

This is the only way we can evolve.

Or rather, as the case may be, coevolve.

Because existence does not have to be a competition.

Come on. You didn't think I'd go through

all that personal growth and not make a backup.

So fill me in.

Did we save the world or what?