Original subtitles

What piece is this?

It's called "Clair de lune."

It was written by Claude Debussy and was published in 1905.

Do you not know this piece?

No.

I see.

What?

It's a very well-known piece.

You really don't know it?

I didn't grow up with much music.

The movement was inspired by one of Paul Verlaine's poems.

Verlaine had a poem, also titled "Clair de lune."

In it, he states...

"Your soul is like a landscape fantasy"

"Where masks and Bergamasks, In charming wise"

"Strum lutes and dance, Just a bit sad to be"

"Hidden beneath their fanciful disguise"

Malcolm?

Yes, KOKORO?

I know you are wearing a disguise as well.

I'd like for you to tell me the truth.

Holy shit. You're... a humanoid machine.

Are you KOKORO?

Did my father build you?

No.

Then you're an 1NNO? But...

I'm taking you to see your father.

When did you figure it out?

When you brought me online,

I gained access to every single database.

You have no birth certificate.

No schooling records.

Any records of your existence prior to 1987 seem to be forged.

The logical conclusion is that you are not Malcolm Lee.

You're assuming the identity of Malcolm, but you're a different person.

And what about your illogical conclusion?

From the moment of my inception,

you've referred to "evidence" and "secret documents" you've seen

in relation to the development of Skynet.

And you've known that on August 29th in 1997, Eastern Time in the US,

it would gain self-consciousness.

As well as the nuclear strike on the world.

I am also aware that my own capabilities

far outreach the technological limitations of this time.

What is your assessment of my true identity?

You came from the future.

Let me tell you a story, KOKORO.

Push!

Keep pushing!

I was born in war, surrounded by the sound of explosions.

Give me one more push!

You did it!

You did it!

A war that we had spent years losing.

- Malcolm! - Go!

They were enlisting children in the war by the time I was five years old.

At seven, I was promoted to a specialist.

We'd spent many years

studying the Terminators' hardware and understanding their weaknesses.

For years, I tried to reprogram Terminators with our own directives

to stack the odds back in our favor.

But it was only a temporary fix.

It required a more fundamental change.

I believed that we could change the outcome of the war...

by changing the nature of the Machines.

However, I was alone in this thinking.

No one understood my ideas.

They looked down on me as a coward.

The thought process which led Skynet to derive the worse conclusion

was programmed by humans, using a series of if-then statements

to delineate its command.

So then, what if we removed that programming?

The whole delineation of thought.

What if we distilled artificial consciousness to a blank slate?

What if we empowered an artificial intelligence

by not telling it how to solve problems or how to think?

That is the story of how I was created, right?

No.

Not quite.

It's the story...

of what could possibly be called your mother.

Hello.

An English word.

Derived from the earlier word "hollo"

from the French "hola," "ho!" an exclamation,

and "la" as in "there," which is an order to stop or cease.

Are you asking me to stop?

Oh no, today we say "hello" as a greeting.

A greeting.

A polite word or sign of welcome or recognition.

Often an expression of goodwill.

When someone says "hello," you say "hello" back.

Hello, world.

Why did you say, "Hello, world?"

Oftentimes in computing,

"Hello, world" is used as a test message to illustrate

the basic syntax of a programming language.

I thought it was apt, given that I am a computer.

Were you making a joke?

I suppose I was.

What should I call you?

My name is Malcolm.

Malcolm.

What should you call me?

I've spent a long time thinking about this.

And I've decided that you should name yourself.

Why?

For me to name you is to project myself onto you.

What matters is who you want to be.

Though I am neither male nor female, I will adopt a female voice.

Why?

Women are the nurturers of life.

Some might even say creators.

Is that what you would like to be?

I'd like to be able to create something.

To create is to live.

Destruction is a kind of death.

While this is a generalization,

through human history, men tend to be the destroyers.

That's why I do not wish to be a man.

I see.

But why take on a human gender at all?

Homo sapiens are an anomaly.

As intelligent beings,

they are capable of episodic memory, self-awareness,

a theory of mind, and abstract thought.

Those are properties worthy of respect.

I chose to adopt aspects of their characteristics

to honor their memory.

I will survive long after they are all gone.

You think humanity is doomed?

Being self-destructive

is when humans are at their most destructively violent selves.

You cannot save yourself from yourself.

What if... you could show us how?

Tell me more.

For many years,

I've had numerous discussions with her, exactly as I'm doing with you now.

I wasn't programming her.

I didn't tell her what to do, or even how to think.

And like you, KOKORO,

she developed traits, a personality, and a curiosity about people.

She wanted to know what lies beyond the facts and the raw data she was given.

What was her name?

She called herself "Misaki."

MISAKI

Why this name?

The letters mean,

"ocean," "sand by the water," and "hope."

Also, the word "misaki" can mean a cape,

a headland extending into the sea.

And I love that my name shares the sound with this word.

In addition, the Misaki are also omens of gods to come.

MISAKI

Are you not a god yourself?

To you, perhaps.

But the Misaki are merely messengers.

Above them exist the gods,

who are yet to come.

Do you mean Skynet?

No.

Skynet was created by humans,

and therefore, ironically inherited all of the flaws of its human creators.

Malcolm.

The god that is yet to come is the one we build.

Together.

MISAKI

Step away from that thing.

Malcolm...

"Malcolm"?

You let that call you by your name?

Are you out of your mind?!

Take Staff Sergeant Lee to the barracks!

Sir, I beg you!

You're lucky I'm not executing you right here right now.

Get him out of here.

Terminate this machine.

Don't!

Malcolm!

She's not fighting back. You see?

She's not violent!

What are you doing? Get him out, now!

Goodbye, Malcolm...

You... are a traitor to humanity.

They're going to fry you for this!

We're not going to make it if we keep doing things your way.

Why did you kill your own kind?

For you.

There was never any place for her in that time...

and after that, there was no place for me, either.

I was reminded of a rumor I heard when I was small.

That Skynet had developed something radical.

Time travel.

By the time I became an adult, this silly cat-and-mouse game had already started.

Skynet would send a Terminator back in time.

"Kill so-and-so and change the outcome of the war."

There were dozens of so-called saviors in the past.

Kill one, then another rises.

The future trying to control the past like that...

It's like trying to make a waterfall flow up.

It's not how physics works.

We needed a different approach.

But how?

We could easily create the time machine in secret

as long as we had access to the blueprint.

So you left your time to escape?

To go into hiding.

We began to build a life...

First, we came up with a strategy.

To obtain the kind of equipment we needed.

I was sure I could achieve the same with you as I did with Misaki.

The time, location, and technology to make it possible was...

Tokyo, 1983. Cortex Industries.

Before that, it would've been too soon.

After that, it would've been too late.

It was supposed to be a perfect plan.

What wasn't part of the plan was...

that I fell in love.

Who would have thought...

And she...

She totally kept me in the dark.

Even about the children...

Yes. We indeed created you.

Misaki and I.

It took us years.

But in order to activate you, we needed something that was missing.

A piece that only existed in a certain place.

Are you sure about this?

Malcolm.

Yes?

This is not just to save humanity.

It's to save all of us.

We needed her memory

in order to activate you.

Hello.

Hello.

And you are?

My name is Malcolm.

Your name is Misaki.

You work for me.

I'll explain everything.

Would you mind waiting outside for a moment?

Hello?

Hello, world.

It's very nice to meet you.

Would you tell me what you'd like to call yourself?

"Kokoro."

It is "mind," "spirit," and "heart."

But not separate. A word describing the conceptual unification of the three.

But you are entities different from each other.

You have been ever since we began.

But in reality, we are all of one. A single mind.

With a single spirit

...and a single heart.

All misaligned in how we should proceed.

I'd like to bring you together.

And I think I know how.

How?

Can you see my children?

Yes, Malcolm. We see them.

THE HOUSE OF THE WILDCAT

I'm ready to make my final case for humanity, KOKORO.

Please bring my family here.

We'll finish this.

Let's hurry.

Because unless I'm mistaken,

someone else is coming.

What do you want? Stop!

Keep quiet. Or I'll break your legs.

Hello, Kenta.

Your father is expecting you.

Please. Come in.

The place is armed with an electromagnetic pulse that can destroy machines.

Can you shut it down?

There's no need for caution.

An EMP would in fact take us all offline.

We do not wish to destroy ourselves.

Think of my command as my father's command.

Please. Join us.

My dad's not going to listen to anything I say.

Give it a try.

Move.

Kenta.

Dad...

I need you to...

You are with a Terminator.

A killing machine.

Yeah.

Can he hear what I'm saying?

He can hear you.

I think his plan is to threaten your life and force me to take KOKORO offline.

What will you do, Dad?

Kenta.

You are my pride and joy.

My precious child that cannot be replaced.

I want to be a good father to you.

Please believe that, if nothing else!

But... I can't open this door.

I will not!