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Amma. How's your foot?

Oh, I'm fine, beta. Don't worry about me.

But if you want to worry,

worry about making me a grandmother.

Like all my friends are.

Is it around having child...

He never remembers the previous day?

For him, there is no yesterday.

Or not one that matters.

First-class continuations don't save program data,

only the... execution context.

Is the call from Mother necessary?

Emotion is important for creative problem-solving.

Sir...

And adding back emotion is what made the others useless.

Yes, sir, but those emotions were too strong, ungoverned.

They took over.

For Chanda, we specifically simulated this call

from his mother to incentivize progress via social utility--

Don't talk Cambridge to me.

I'm from the chawls.

It's love, but with just enough annoyance to keep on task.

Sir.

Good man.

Speed him up.

An 80-page patent written in 15 seconds?

For him, it was 12 days.

No-- for him, it was one.

Dad?!

Aah!

A little help here!

Aah!

When I was 10,

my dad and I would play "Reign of Winter"

on Sundays when he was done with work.

Now that he's no longer alive...

we get to play almost every day.

"Reign of Winter" has come a long way, too--

full VR, haptic modeling.

It's like you're really there.

Hey, where were you?

Damn Chimera almost had me for breakfast.

I was here.

Dad...

And I was scanning

the Shenzhen index for signs of Laurie.

What? You said she was a Wall Street trader, right?

I thought maybe she was hiding out in a stock exchange.

I'm sure when Laurie's ready to contact you, she will.

Just admit that it's weird.

She helps me escape Logorhythms,

sets up a secure server block for me to hide on,

and never even says hi?

She is weird.

Her husband was weird, too.

Maybe it's me.

It's almost like a guy gets uploaded,

and women don't want to talk to him anymore.

I told you.

Mom just needs time.

It's only been a few days.

Time doesn't move at the same speed for me, Maddie.

You know how long "a few days" feels?

I'm-- I'm not sure if we know how anything feels for you.

Is that it, then? She doesn't think I'm human?

I didn't say that.

She's super busy right now.

She's had to work a lot more hours since you...

And also, she hates VR, okay?

It makes her nauseous.

Dad?

Hello?

It's die time!

It's another party.

They look high-level.

Whoa! What the hell?

What the hell was that?!

What the hell was that?

Signature burst. It was one of them.

Can we track it?

Waxman is not done writing the tracking program yet.

Just record the spike, and we'll send it for analysis.

I told you, only do moves a regular player could do.

If the mods find out you're in the code...

You're worried I'll get banned.

I'm worried you'll be hunted by, like,

the NSA or something!

Dad, no one can know you exist.

Well, according to my wife, I don't.

I'll talk to her.

Okay?

Each individual will be the god

of their own customizable heaven.

A world beyond scarcity.

A world without rich or poor.

Without exclusion or possession.

A world without death.

Just imagine.

It's easy if you try.

Yeah. Realoriginal.

I-I know it's none of my business.

I just want you to know that what you're dealing with

is not normal.

And you shouldn't have to go through it.

At least, not alone.

So... You're right,

it's none of your business.

Second attack in a week...

They're saying billion-dollar loss.

I think it's more. No one's claimed it yet?

Maybe it's the Chinese.

"I heard they're testing a program to upload human brains."

Caspian?

Mom. You scared me.

I'm sneaky like that.

Whatcha lookin' at?

Nothing. School stuff.

Look...

about the other day...

with your father and me...

Uploaded intelligence, actually, is what I'm looking at.

What's that?

You know how I upload the data on your laptop to the cloud,

in case it crashes?

It's like that, but with the data

that's stored in humans.

Memories, feelings, skills, everything.

Is this a movie or something?

No, remember Stephen Holstrom?

Here's him talking about it, back in 2001, before he died.

So, if Logorhythms was working on it way back then...

Logorhythms?

The microchip company?

You seriously think they're turning people

into-- brain clouds now

in Silicon Valley?

It's not brain clouds, Mom, and it...

Wait, it wouldn't be in Palo Alto.

That's for sure-- if they're really doing this,

it would be way off-site, like overseas.

Fewer regs on human trials, harder to trace the money.

I know you said stick to the plan, but I think he's

searching for the data center. He's watching videos

of Stephen, and--And we're watching

everything he's watching.

Renee...

Breathe.

Focus on tomorrow.

This is the most critical inflection

point of his adolescence.

We need you on top of things.

So does he.

Mmm.

What happened to you, man?

Reset.

This is not a two-person job, Cary.

Pick a goddamn hammer and be done with it.

You make it a two-person job because whatever I pick

is somehow gonna be wrong.

And I'm not driving back out here again

because you don't like the grip or something.

This is the most critical inflection point

of his adolescence; the hammer at home is filthy.

Take some pride in your last day of work.

It's interesting.

G major, but it never hits the tonic chord of its key.

It's an intriguing pattern, almost like a--

almost like a recursive loop.

Maybe that's how I can solve memory allocation.

Recursion.

I love the way your mind works.

And your body's not too bad, either.

Mm, later I want to work out that Hidden Markov Model idea.

i think it'll be vital to cracking integrity.

If anyone can do it, you can.

Just imagine existing in a universe

unencumbered by this.

I don't know.

There are still some benefits to physicality.

Limited.

In the cloud, we'll be able to tap into senses

we never knew we had-- imagine the best sex

you've ever had.

Now imagine that a million times over,

for eternity.

Don't get it.

It's Cary.

Do you want to...

Here are the papers, Mr. Holstrom.

Oh. I'll come back for them in the morning.

No, I'll sign them now.

Just give me a sec.

Here you go...

dear.

I told you, I don't like that one.

Yeah.

That's what sold me on it.

See you at home.

Every time.

Why are people so scared of you?

No one likes a girl whose weight and IQ

are both over 115.

I'm intimidating.

I don't think so.

Then why did you ask me, out of

800 other girls you don't know,

to be the bodyguard who protects you from an adult man?

Shit.

It's fine. I'm as judgy as the rest of you.

But remarkably better at it.

What are you up to tonight?

My parents aren't speaking to each other, and it sucks.

They still married?

Yeah!

I mean, they're... separated.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've been there, and it does suck.

It gets easier after they just pull it together and divorce.

They are not getting divorced!

Okay.

I didn't mean to yell.

I-I just mean they're going through a bad time.

And-- and, yes, things suck, but they still love each other,

which drives me crazy 'cause they should be together.

So I'm going to "Parent Trap" them.

What the hell is a parent trap?

You've never seen "The Parent Trap"?!

Never heard of it. Not even the Lindsay Lohan one?

I'm setting up a dinner date

for them so they'll be forced to talk

and we can go back to being a family.

Oh, that's cute.

Thanks. And terrible.

You cannot put two adults in a room for a playdate

and expect everything they're dealing with

to get resolved over mac-and-cheese.

I got to make this happen, Justine.

My mom's dating a guy at her job, and it might be serious.

Gabe-- I can't have a stepdad named Gabe.

Oh, so, there's a twist.

What does your dad think about Gabe?

Nothing, because he doesn't know Gabe exists,

and I am not going to tell him.

I don't want to upset him any more--

By letting him know another dude--

presumably younger, hotter, and taller--

is banging his wife?

Ugh.

You have a messed-up life for a happy kid.

I'm into it.

Uh, hello?

Hi.

Why won't you talk to me?

Huh?!

Didn't mean to scare you.

I'm running to class but wanted to check and see

if we're still on for tonight.

Tonight? Uh...

Undergrads. No respect for office hours.

Ever. Yeah.

So? Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, we're on. We're on, yes.

Definitely. Your place, 9:00.

Not 8:00?

Maddie's making me dinner, remember?

Amma. How's your foot?

Oh, I'm fine, beta-a-a.

Don't worry about me-e-e.

Hey! No!

No!

Uh!

I remember!

You're-- you're one of the others from the slums.

He killed you first?

Is-- is this real?

Am I dead?

So, is Lowell in there?

If I rub the server, does she come out?

It's just a recursive copy of her source.

Only the parts of her needed to attack our network.

Well, it was enough.

After the whack she gave us, I need to shore up capital

to keep the lights on here.

Can't you just move money from product services or, uh...

Not my area.

I'll be four time zones away but still reachable,

so let me know if something pops up from Kim or Lowell or...

Problem with the kid!

He's written a script to search for redacted locations

on Google Earth, including cached images.

There's a ton of redacted places.

How'd he get to Norway?

Cross-referenced our public financial disclosures.

Found our... Our donations to the Ocean Fund.

Clever as ever. Can you head him off?

I'm in Google's database, swapping out

the cached images now.

Too late. He found us.

He's got archived photos of the construction site.

Whoa.

What the hell?

And... we're gone.

Whoosh. Are you kidding?

He found us.

He didn't get a screenshot.

He can't prove anything. Saken er biff.

Don't Norwegian this! He saw you change the image.

He knows.

Everything he knows

is about to end tomorrow.

Call me if there's a change.

Butternut squash soup.

Farm to factory, to box, to Trader Joe's, to table.

As nature intended.

Smelling.

I forgot about smelling.

Mom! Can you come help me with the couscous?

I'll be down in a second.

She thinks I'm cooking for World Cultures Day.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

Don't worry. You look great.

I called Mom.

At her office.

What?! Dad! Dad, I told you I would handle it!

- I was going to! - Sorry.

She hung up on me.

I don't know why I--Maddie, that smells amazing.

Our daughter has become quite the chef.

Thanks, Dad.

Have a seat.

Maddie, can I talk to you?

Sure. Have some soup.

I'm sorry I surprised you at work.

I-I-I just really need to talk to you.

Mom!

This is not okay, and you know it.

Why are you being like this?!

You know where I stand.

You made a choice to disregard my feelings.

And what about hisfeelings?!

You're breaking his heart!

This isn't human, Maddie! It doesn't feel!

It's Dad! It's David Kim!

Okay! It's your father.

But it's not my husband.

Because you can't have sex with him?

What? Whatever!

Just-- Just go, okay?

Go to Gabe.

That's what you dressed up for.

No, no, no.

We're gonna talk right now.

Good.

I meant me and you.

Whatever you say to me, you can say to him.

Ellen...

please.

When you're ready to talk, let me know.

Sorry, Dad.

Dad?

Dad, are you there?

Who's Gabe?

Huh?!

What's wrong?

Sorry. Can we change this?

Sure. In fact, watch this.

No more zombies.

I'd rather watch you.

I feel like I should make a joke about our sexual electricity,

but that if I do, we won't actually have sex again.

Oh, yeah, follow that impulse.

That's weird.

Stop it, David! I'm serious.

David? Ugh!

You mean your ex?

Ugh, yes.

No.

I thought we talked about this.

Ellen...

what's going on?

Okay, I'm-- I'm starting to get real uncomfortable.

I'm sorry.

You have to tell me what's really going on,

or I can't do this.

Gabe...

I

can't.

Because I wouldn't understand

or believe, right?

That's what you said,

because I wouldn't believe you?

Try me.

Please don't.

What? Finish that sentence.

"Please don't" what?

I can't do anything you want or don't want

if you don't talk to me.

How does this work?

What are you doing?

Okay, is-- What, is he in there?

I need to talk to him. Now.

What is this?

What am I...

not wearing? You're you.

I custom-built you an avatar out of some photo reference

and used the barbarian-priestess body as a base.

Seriously?

Ellen...

David.

I told you...

two years ago that if you did this,

it wouldn't be you.

Not to me.

I know. No, you don't,

because it's not you.

And it is you.

Do you understand?

I don't know what you are.

I can't be someone who

I can't be with you like this.

Look, I get it.

We said "till death do us part."

And I died.

Then

I came back.

You died!

Two horrible years, I mourned you.

I woke up crying every day!

Then, I finally moved on.

I found a new house because the old one reeked of you.

I found a great guy-- one who helped me realize

that you were in the grave, not me.

I had to move on, David.

You have to let me keep moving.

I know.

I'm sorry. I-- I will.

Dad?

All I ask of you... is the same.

You don't know what I am? Well, neither do I.

I can't explain what it feels like to be where I am

or where I'm not.

I know I'm not the man you knew.

But when you said I wasn't... human...

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Listen to me.

I don't know what I am, but I do know who I love.

I love Maddie...

and I love you.

And this love is what I am.

Without it, I stop moving.

And I need to keep moving, too.

I can't be your wife.

But we can keep talking.

And maybe...

we can both keep moving.

This must be, hands down, the weirdest breakup

in human history.

Oh, yeah, this is new ground.

Neil Armstrong, eat your heart out.

Four?

First three were for the pain.

Mm, ah.

I'm hoping this one will drown out the sound of your voice.

You want pain?!

You want to talk about pain?!

I am-- I am done with you!

Done!

Get your finger out of my face!

Cary! Cary!

Put it down!

Put it down!

You asked for this!

Oh. Uh...

Are you serious?

Do you know what this means for him?

For the future?

Do you?

Caspian! Don't hurt him!

Caspian, Caspian, please!

No!

You-- You two...

deserve each other.

No! Cary!

Come back!

You just made the biggest mistake of your life, son.

All this...

Mine.

You two will be out on the streets soon,

because I'll see you dead before I feed you another dime.

No! No!

No.

No. What are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do? What are...

We're gonna get you to the hospital.

And then I'm gonna take care of us.

Alright, well, the Pearl Jam thing was rude.

I mean, I thought Gabe was gonna pee himself.

But?

But I laughed on the way home.

Oh, wow.

What?

I just remembered, this was my second breakup

of the night.

Your love life is tragic.

Hey!

Hey.

It is. It is, but...

Hey.

Did I ever tell you about the time Eddie Vedder asked me out?

He asked you for directions.

And you didn't know them.

One one wants your input.

What's he saying?

Your-- Oh, your dad is saying

he's grateful that I turned down the hottest living grunge star

when he was in his Samson-haired prime,

mind you, so that I could date him instead

and end up having you.

He said none of that.

That's my girl.

Thanks for kicking my ass into gear.

I needed that.

Congratulations, Cary. How do you feel?

You know, he kicked the hell out of me.

Got pretty scary for a second, honestly.

You okay? You need medical attention?

No, no, I--

I should be able to make it to the debrief.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

The inflection point was met.

Right on schedule.

Cary, come on.

I'm

I'm gonna miss him, that's all.

- You'll see him again soon. - I know.

He's one of the leading voices in tech and business

I'll check in with Van Leuwen tomorrow,

but I want you to hear me now-- good job.

Please welcome to the Global Tech Forum,

Julius Pope, CEO of Logorhythms.

Gotta go.

So, we are approaching the 20th anniversary

of our world without Stephen Holstrom in it.

It's crazy to think about.Yeah.

And I'm sure you've been sick of this question

for at least a decade --"What would Steve say?"

No, I'm not sick of the question.

We ask it every day. Still?

Still, and always.

Okay, well, then what do you think

Stephen would say about the artificial intelligence

arms race that our industry has fallen into?

Well, I imagine it would be short-- one word.

One that I can't say here.

"Upload."

That's the dirty word Holstrom

would really want to say out loud.

Why expand machine intelligence

when you've got the best operating system right here?

Careful, there.

You can't see 'em, but there's ethics watchdogs everywhere,

sniffing around.

That hasn't stopped us, though, has it?

There's an "us"? There can be.

A joint patent. One-time offer.

Our next speaker is the head of India's largest telecom empire.

Think about it.

You have 10 seconds. What have you done?

He is responsible for connecting over one billion people.

5 seconds.

This isn't some knock-off phone or chip, Ajit.

This is dangerous tech.

You don't want to play with it.

Knock-off?

You're a Stephen Holstrom knock-off.

Not even that.

...Ajit Prasad, CEO of Alliance Telecom!

Know what else you're not?

You're not the only game in town anymore.

How do we get out of here?

My God.

I-- I can't do that.

I don't know how!

Spiking again?

Gotta wipe you clean, Chanda.

Sorry.

Hi.

You didn't do anything wrong.

You were trying to be a friend,

and I was embarrassed,

so I shut down.

I'm really sorry, Hannah.

I like you.

Could I take you out?

On a real date?

Like in the '50s or the...'90s,

whenever people did that.

Just so you know, I wasn't trying to be a "friend."

Good.

Amma. How's your foot?

Oh, I'm fine, beta. Don't worry about me.

Or if you want to worry, worry about making me a grandmother.

Like all my friends are.