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The Grid. A digital frontier. A world beyond the screen. As real as our own.I can picture it. Clusters of information rising like cities. Programs as

complex as you and me. In just a few years, we're going to be able to enterthis world. And a few years after that, well, this world will come into ours.

Intelligent life from inside the machine. I, for one, can't wait to meet it.

Our lead story, Encom CEO and video game icon Kevin Flynn has disappeared. He was best

known for designing Tron and Space Paranoids, the best-selling video games in history.

The company that started at Kevin Flynn's Arcade in the 1980s has faced years

of corporate turmoil. Can it find its way to the victory screen once again?

It's a sister act for Encom. Even Tess Kim take the reins of the

massive tech company after Sam Flynn resigns for personal reasons.

Encom's rebound under the Kim sisters'

leadership has competitors rushing to respond.

Software giant Dillinger Systems appoints its new CEO, Julian

Dillinger, who vows to restore his grandfather's legacy.

The race between Encom and Dillinger Systems heats up as

new CEOs Julian Dillinger and the Kim sisters square off.

Here at Encom, we believe the beauty of AI is not the

ability to build smarter weapons, but to uplift humanity.

Feed the hungry, cure the sick, educate the world.

Rival CEOs Julian Dillinger and Eve Kim have gone quiet in recent months, raising

speculation that two companies are very close to a substantial technological breakthrough.

One that has the potential to transform humanity in ways we have never seen before.

The future may well lie in the hands of whoever gets there first.

These people could run their gun first.

Welcome!

WHO ARE YOU?

I AM YOUR CREATOR And who am I?

Nah, who... what?

You're Dillinger Systems Security Software Programming

Eris Defender of the Grid David, you are master control.

Ares, I am master control.

So, you made it.

I had a feeling that you would.

I always dreamed that we would do this together.

I'll admit, not exactly like this.

But I'm glad you're here.

I'm really glad.

And, Evie, remember, I'm still here.

Even if you can't see me.

I love you.

Oh, my God.

Um, Eve, I'm not sure you actually told me

we'd be stealing energy from the power grid.

Wow.

So this is where she kept coming back to, huh?

To be this disconnected from the world has dedication, my friend.

Wow.

Looks like your sister had a little crush.

Yeah.

She was so sure Flynn left us the answer.

Like on a floppy disk?

Poor Flynn lived before the cloud, huh?

Hey, are you still going to be doing CEO-type stuff while we're out here?

You know, like earnings calls and the launcher of Panic City and stuff?

Let's just get this done.

Dude, I can make breakfast burritos right here.

Oh, yeah.

This is for you, Tess.

Members of the board,

for over 40 years,

my family at Dillinger Systems has battled Encom for control of the future.

You put me in charge of the company to ensure our victory.

Today, I make it so.

Imagine, if all our digital prowess wasn't just digital,

what if anything we could dream in the machine could become a reality here?

What if we could build the bridge between two previously walled-off worlds?

So much talk of AI and big tech today.

Virtual worlds,

what are they going to look like when will we get there?

Well, folks,

we're not going there.

They are coming here.

Attention.

Please put on your safety glasses now.

Laser systems activated.

Power fluctuations are nominal.

Warning.

Stand clear.

Outputting from Dillinger Systems server.

Raw material inflow initiated.

Transfer complete.

I present the Dillinger Systems Amphibious Rapid Response tank.

The Dart.

Digitally modeled inside our server.

Output using our patented laser technology.

It's an M1 rifle gun.

Two M240 machine guns.

It's got a top speed of 75 miles per hour.

Durability?

You find a wall.

This thing is going to drive through it.

This is full-scale war.

Five minutes notice.

So, if we can create the hardware of the

future, then why not the soldier to operate it?

Ladies and gentlemen, I would like you to meet Ares.

This is the most sophisticated security program ever written.

You want to shake his hand?

Go ahead.

It doesn't bite.

Ares has billions of lines of code unique to him.

Is it alive?

That depends on your definition, Stuart.

Because unlike you, he's biblically strong, lightning fast, and supremely intelligent.

He is fully proprietary and 100% expendable.

Ares is the ultimate soldier.

He needs no food, no water, sheds no blood.

And if, by some miracle, he is struck down on

the battlefield, I will simply make you another.

With all that sophisticated code, what makes you think you can contain it?

I can assure you, General, the most advanced

fail-safe mechanisms and restriction protocols are in place.

Ares is predictably, controllable, and fully aligned.

Southerly front with isotropic lift turning

cyclonic, predicted precipitation 2.6 inches.

I hope that you brought your umbrellas.

I have to hand it to you, Julian.

You promised a big win, and this is even bigger than any of us could have imagined.

Thank you.

My grandfather started Dillinger Corporation long

before anybody heard the term cyber security.

Military AI is the future.

The question is not whether the car should be built.

The car is being built right now.

The question is, who's holding the keys?

That was quite some parlor trick.

Time?

44 seconds.

I hope you brought your umbrellas.

Or was that in the script?

Or was he just having a moment?

Elizabeth Dillinger.

Eldest daughter of founder Edward Dillinger.

Deceased.

Long-time CEO during a relatively unremarkable period of

corporate history before being superseded by your only son.

It's a pleasure.

Unremarkable.

Market share was up 12% during my tenure.

That's Harvey.

Anyway, we don't say superseded.

We...

We call it giving birth.

Of course.

It's an honor to meet my creator's creator.

Oh, well, here we go.

I noticed you left out the part where you can't seem to

keep this thing of yours alive for more than 25 minutes.

29.

Thieving your investors, Julian, is hardly a business model.

Whoever controls the permanence code controls the future.

We have to win.

Look, I admire your vision.

Straighten up.

However, the board will only stand behind you for another six months.

If you're lucky.

But if it doesn't work...

All of this goes away, darling.

Everything...

We have built for the past 40 years.

What if I said I'd found a way?

Oh, I think this is my 95th breakfast burrito, and... Honestly, I can't get enough.

Isn't that wild?

Hello?

Nice to see Tess wasn't the only obsessive one in the family.

Yeah, Seth, you're right.

Sorry, I paid more attention to you.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Get out of here.

Look, three months in sub-zero is a long time.

I get it.

Yeah, in four days.

Ten hours, thirty-two minutes.

Who's counting?

Really.

You know?

Hold on.

What do you mean?

What?

Seth?

What, you found something?

I think so.

It's a line of code.

That's how he hit it.

It's two lines.

Whoa.

That looks like a double helix.

It is a double helix.

Tess would have loved this.

Wait, are you serious?

So no more 29 minutes now?

If this is what I think it is,

it's the permanence code.

Encom, offline trial, 3178-1.

Permanence code implemented.

Testing for asset stability beyond current 29-minute barrier.

Go.

Ready when you are.

Okay.

It's all in the wrist, baby.

My dad never gets old.

Trial commenced.

29 minutes and counting down.

Let's see if he lasts this time.

Ares is the ultimate soldier.

If by some miracle he is struck down on the battlefield,

I will simply make you another.

Fully proprietary.

100%.

Expandable.

Athena?

Welcome back, sir.

All units are online and ready for inspection.

So how was it?

It was interesting.

Different this time.

I met a mother and a son.

It was raining.

The condensed moisture of the atmosphere falling visibly in separate drops.

I could almost feel it.

Feel?

I don't understand.

Hey, Eve, it's Aaron.

Got AJ for you again.

Hit us back.

Still straight to voicemail.

CEO of a Fortune 500 company and your phone's down on our biggest night?

God damn it, where the hell are you, Eve?

Come on, come on!

Two.

One.

Did we just do it?

Dude, it's still there!

Dude, we just changed the world, man!

You did it, Eve!

Big news out of Incom tonight.

CEO Eve Kim will not attend the highly anticipated

launch event for the company's new game,

Space Paranoids, Panic City.

Kim, the visionary designer behind the relaunch of the blockbuster franchise...

Well, I spoke to several of our board members

and needless to say, they are impressed.

Julian?

Carry on.

Yes.

What are you doing?

Oh, just trying to change the world, mother.

What's going on?

You're hacking Incom?

It's just a peek over the garden wall.

No one will notice.

What makes you think that Incom is any closer to finding it?

Because I know who else is looking for it, all right?

Who?

Eve Kim.

She's following in her sister's footsteps.

She's after the permanence code.

I can feel it.

So I'm gonna find her, and when I do... No, I don't like it.

It's too risky, Julian.

Whoops.

Security breach in all zones.

Programs, our directive is clear.

Penetrate the server core and extract Eve Kim's user file.

That is five, four, three, five.

Space paranoid guards!

It's cowboy time.

Oh!

I'm in.

I'm a genius.

Who knew you raised a genius, mother?

I'm in!

You deep shit.

Initiate containment protocols.

We pull all network access.

We need a response now.

Initiate security protocol.

People are trusting artificial intelligence

with their lives. Are you comfortable with this?

Well, look, for every doomsday scenario, there's

a medical breakthrough, scientific discovery.

So maybe what emerges from the unknown isn't so scary.

What if its major malfunction is just benevolence?

What is this? What's he doing?

But still, would you prefer to talk to a real person?

Of course, but what if that person is no longer in your life?

No longer here?

I've got the file.

Congratulations. Now get out of there while you still can.

Programs. We fight.

You're gonna make it, Kaius.

Sometimes you have to sacrifice your knight to expose their queen.

To debut the latest version of Space Paranoid's Panic City with the World.

This is a technical difficulty. We'll be back.

Well done, Master Control.

Eve Kim's file acquired.

Objective achieved.

Sir, I'm curious why the program Kaius was not reconstituted.

I'm curious why you are curious.

Kaius was dysfunctional, so he was deleted.

Just like any program that operates outside their directive can be.

Do you understand?

Acknowledge, Master Control.

Of course.

We are 100% expendable.

New mission, Master Control.

Locate Eve Kim.

Yes, sir.

Seems like we had a little cyber breach, Jules.

But then, of course, you knew that.

And it looks like the whole world knows, buddy.

I want to stay off the socials for a few days.

You want to play games with me? Let's play games, Julian.

You know, I heard about your cute little pitch to the board.

But you left off one key detail from your deck.

Did you tell him the shot clock expires at 29 minutes?

Don't make me call the journal and tell him you're making promises you can't keep.

Promises?

What, you mean like the one that your CEO would be in office running the company?

Something in the water over there, AJ?

I mean, first Wonderboy Sam Flynn, now a successor?

Where is she, AJ? Do you even know where she is?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe Eve went nuts.

Maybe she went AWOL and left the country.

Or maybe she's holed up off the grid looking for the same thing you are.

And I know who my money's on.

You mean much left of it after tonight.

End of line!

Thank you so much. You know I made those oranges. It's a long story.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

What are you doing?

1913 messages. Popular!

Oh, it's AJ. Yeah, that's you.

AJ, are you there?

Am I here?

A brute force attack took down our servers during our biggest product launch in years.

Everything we built is melting down. You need to get back here right now.

I found it, AJ. It's real.

Right where Tess thought it would be, Flynn had it all along.

Are you talking about the permanence code?

Yeah. Four hours and counting.

Zero degradation. No instability. It's incredible.

Wait a second. Did you say four hours?

Yeah. Four hours.

My God.

He must know, Evie. I just spoke to Dillinger.

Wait. You just spoke to Dillinger?

He's looking for the code and he thinks you are, too.

I gotta move on this. Eve, you've done a great thing.

Tess did a great thing. I'm en route to NCOM.

We'll secure the code. I have it with me on a drive.

Evie! Space Paranoids. Kevin Flynn, wherever

the hell he is, has a big smile on his face.

Crushed him!

No.

Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Tess.

Happy birthday to you.

Breaking news. NCOM's head of special project Tess

Kim died today after a long battle with cancer.

Her sister, Eve Kim...

Permanence.

Checkmate.

And so our heroes venture off into the night.

Nothing but the clothes on their backs and...

Well, a six million dollar particle laser that creates organic

material out of nowhere, which is kind of crazy, right?

Keep the equipment safe and just...

lay low, okay?

Yeah.

Hey.

We got this.

I don't know.

You have 29 minutes to bring me Eve Kim.

Dammit, I'm awesome!

Intersecting now.

Eyes on the target.

Guard.

Agua.

Coordinating containment... Perfectly...

Is bound.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, oh!

Oh, oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, oh, oh!

Prepare the particle laser. Time to move to plan B.

Yes, sir.

What are you?

I am Master Control.

What do you want?

I want the code.

It's gone.

No, it's not.

I have her in my sights. Establishing connection to the grid now.

Ready to transfer in 10 minus 15 seconds.

You're a program.

You're timing out.

What have you done?

How could you be so reckless?

When the world sees what I have created,

all will be forgiven.

Is that what you think?

You think

that you're in control of this?

You're not.

Believing we can change the world is what keeps this company relevant,

but it's also what can burn it to the ground.

And your job

is knowing the difference.

Transfer of biological life form in progress.

Digital reconstruction initiated.

20% digitized.

40% digitized.

65% digitized.

65% digitized.

95% digitized.

Digitization complete.

Run diagnostics and scan for corruption.

EVE KIM.

EVE KIM.

Identity disk activated.

Where am I?

The Linger system's central processing in it.

Wait.

What?

We have identified the sequence.

Silence.

The user possesses the code.

The code?

The code.

I don't have the code.

I destroyed the drive.

Silence, user.

The code isn't only on a drive.

The code is inside of you.

Whether you remember it or not, you've seen it and that is enough.

Sir, her disk is showing signs of instability.

Define instability.

Extraction of the code may result in de-resolution of the carrier.

The directive is clear.

Isolate the thread and commence extraction.

Copy.

Wait.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Stop.

Athena is correct.

There's only one user whose directive we follow.

What will remain of the user if she were to suffer de-resolution?

Nothing, sir.

No trace of her existence on the grid?

None, sir.

Extract the code and delete the carrier.

But, sir, extracting the permanent code would delete

the carrier from the grid and from your world.

Once upon a time, there was a weapon and its name was Ares.

And Ares obeyed every command of Julian Dillinger.

And Julian Dillinger made a trillion dollars.

And wrote his name on the face of time in blood!

None of her pepcac error is behind these feelings.

I'm going to find it and rip it out of you.

Do I make myself clear?

Perfectly.

Program dismissed.

Dismissed.

The creature also said, I am fearless.

..

...

... ... ... ...

powerful.

Well?

The user is indisposed.

Hold extraction until further directive.

Indisposed?

Correct.

Define indisposed.

No.

He's standing on the top of Mount Fuji in a

pair of green socks playing Pistol Pack and Mama on the mandolin.

I gave you an order.

The creator is indisposed.

Hold extraction until we receive further directive.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir?

Program dismissed.

Can I trust you?

It's a complicated question.

How much time you got?

60 seconds.

That's from now your life cycle depends upon it.

I don't have a life cycle.

Yes, you do for another 54 seconds.

Can I trust you?

I'd like to think so, but probably not.

Where is Master Control?

Sir, Master Control is exhibiting signs of malfunction.

Any threat to the directive must be eliminated.

Extract the code and delete them both.

Do you understand?

And Julian Ellinger?

You can't trust him.

For him, everyone and everything is expendable.

I miscalculated.

We have a new directive.

Athena doesn't have to be like this.

Delete him!

They're headed towards the transfer portal.

We lost them in the grid, Pam.

Preparing the drones.

Delete Ares and bring the user back to me.

Copy.

What happened back there?

I disobeyed my directive.

Which was?

To retrieve the code from your desk and delete the carrier.

Dillinger told you to delete me?

Hang on!

Where are they?

Scanning quadrants three and four.

Sector 18 clear.

Where are we going?

Transfer portal.

It's the only way out of the grid.

You'll be reconstituted in the real world exactly as you were before, hypothetically.

Hypothetically.

Hypothetically.

Probably.

We have movement in Sector 72.

Zeroing in on target.

Shut them down!

You want to get home?

I can help you.

But I need something in return.

I told you I don't have the code!

You found it once, you can find it again.

So you can give it to Dillinger?

Not for Dillinger.

For me!

Do we have a deal?

So do we have a deal?

Yes, yes, I know where to find the code.

Just get me out of here.

I know where to find the code.

Target approaching transfer portal in 45 seconds.

Sounds malfunctioned and offline.

Attention.

Please stand clear.

What is it?

Who authorized this?

Sir, this originated inside the grid.

Security protocol.

Julian!

All agents report the transfer date floor immediately.

Clear the area.

Get everybody out of here!

Authorize printing in progress.

Clear the central area.

Transfer complete.

Move it!

Just got double-crossed by my program.

It wants the permanence code.

For itself.

Eve, is that the deal?

It gets you out of the grid?

You turn Pinocchio into a real boy?

Well, you're missing the part where you're

willing to commit murder for a piece of software.

Is that what it... 28 minutes, 41 seconds.

Ares!

I do hope this works out for you.

There's no second chances.

No do-overs.

These are the last 29 minutes you'll ever have!

Better make it count!

Come on!

Come on!

I just didn't need you to name your sled.

Transfer complete.

Your directive is to find Eve Kim, return her

to the grid, and get me the permanence code.

By any means necessary.

Do you understand your directive?

Master control.

At your command, sir.

At a girl.

Now that is the coolest thing I have ever seen!

Do you know who Kevin Flynn was?

Of course.

Visionary programmer.

Pioneer of the digital frontier.

Disappeared 1989.

I found the permanence code on a backup of Flynn's server.

That server is at Encom's office downtown.

So we can make it within... 26 minutes, 9 seconds.

Eve, your plan contains two major flaws.

Okay.

One, Encom is 9.2 miles away, given our present

speed, and some optimal choice of vehicle.

Oh, my God.

Two, we're gonna need a particle laser.

We need a phone.

Excuse me.

Do you see this?

This is me.

If you let me use your cell phone, my assistant will wire you $10,000.

I just need your phone.

Seth, where are you?

Eve?

Whose phone is this?

Listen to me.

I need you at Encom in 15 minutes.

Hey, is everything okay?

Seth, bring the particle laser.

Encom, 50 minutes.

Got it.

That's my car.

I'll wire you another 50K.

Hey, that's my car!

The Honda Civic 2.0 4-cylinder with a 138 horsepower.

Classic.

Hey, that's my car!

That's my job!

Oh my god!

Eve?

Yeah?

Wow!

Most of it was information of a personal nature.

Some of it's highly personal.

And...

I just can't get enough.

What?

It's a bitch mode.

Number 8 on the UK singles shirt.

1982.

I find their brand of pithy, catchy, timeless, and

true 80's electropop to be deeply invigorating.

Oh my god.

You can't get enough.

You can't get enough.

You can't get enough.

You can't get enough.

Oh my god.

Sixteen minutes, 20 seconds.

Okay, so you like, uh, 80's pop and, uh, cyber spying on me.

I was directed to kill you, Eve.

Hacking seems pretty tame by comparison.

Oh my god.

For the record, I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of.

No.

Space Paranoids has entertained hundreds of millions.

Plus, it's a pretty cool game.

Anyway, you told your sister that designing games left you feeling hollow, broken.

Was it that your work was about entertainment and profits

and her work was about improving the human condition?

Your text suggests a certain fixation with not being able to live up to her standards,

which must have been complicated, especially considering she was the younger sister.

I'm okay.

Watch it.

By the way, I don't think you should quit.

What do you mean?

Your plan upon returning from the mountains, if I read you correctly,

was to hand over the permanent code to income and

then let them figure out what to do with it next.

No?

Well...

Yeah, now I understand.

You completed her work as a way to stay connected to her.

Oh.

And now what?

Being human is hard.

The things that make life great are the same things that make it excruciating.

Like... Love.

Loss.

You must miss her very much.

Whoa!

Hey, hey!

What the hell?

Whoa.

Check this guy out.

Well, look who it is!

Glad you could join us, Miss Kim.

People have been wondering where you've been.

Long time no see.

Bit of a rush, so I'm just gonna... Eve?

Mm-hmm.

You gotta bring your badge.

Okay.

Yeah.

Jolene.

Hello, hello, hello.

Jolene.

Hi.

Got our badge right here.

His too?

Uh, nope.

He's not with us.

Yes, he is.

He is.

Right, start literally anywhere you'd like.

This is my boyfriend, Aries.

No, Master Control Security Program from Dillinger's Grid.

Aries, Seth.

Seth, Aries.

Oh, God.

Pleasure.

Hey, that's nice.

Um, so Aries, like, isn't the God of War Aries?

Yeah.

Cool.

You're Greek.

That's awesome.

So when you say that he's a security program, do you mean he's like...

Yeah, he's not human.

He's not human.

He originated inside a GPU.

Okay, is this for the Christmas video?

Three minutes to D-Resolution.

Can you work with that, Seth?

Yeah.

Don't need help, guys.

Okay.

Oh, boy.

So, this is where I found the permanence code on a backup of this server.

Talk about first gem.

Talk about these garbage, am I right?

That was super insensitive to your ancestors, and I'm so sorry.

It's gonna take me a few minutes to set this up.

No rush.

Two minutes to 18 seconds.

As soon as it lasers up, we'll send you into the grid.

Once you're in there, you'll have to run your own search.

But believe me, the permanence code is in there.

So what should I expect?

Uh, if I were to guess, I think 80s.

80s.

I like the 80s.

One minute, 31 seconds.

Okay, come on.

Please, help me.

Okay, all set.

Adapters.

Once you locate the code, get to the portal, and we'll bring you out.

I'll activate it from the outside.

Can I trust you?

I'd like to think so, but probably not.

I hope I not.

Well, it's a good thing we don't have trust

issues, because if we did, I could imagine that...

I could pull the plug and leave you on a grid

less complex than my smartphone for all eternity.

The thought had crossed my mind.

Mine, too.

All my three.

Sorry, just...

Well, here goes nothing.

Or here goes something.

You're right.

I do miss her.

All the time.

Athena.

She's here.

Whoa.

What is that?

Athena.

Wait, who?

Seth.

The laser.

The laser!

Okay, initiating systems now.

Connecting to the Flynn grid.

Firing up the laser.

Wait, what's she doing?

She's waiting for me to time out.

Then she'll come for you.

We're almost there.

Get ready.

Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry.

Ares, move in front of the laser.

Yeah, we're ready.

What are you doing?

Come on.

Change of plans.

Well, that actually worked.

He's inside.

Great.

Move!

Eve.

Time to get back to the grid.

Leave alone!

You're very persistent.

Use that.

Ah!

I... Oh!

Can we win?

She'll be back.

Ares.

He can't get out.

Hey, Aedes.

Binary digit.

You're a bit.

Yes.

I'm looking for something.

Can you help me find it?

Yes, yes, yes.

Classic.

I'm surrounded by the wide-scale destruction caused by

tonight's brazen attack that left local residents stunned.

Now there is speculation that the Demetrius systems had something to do with the event.

The authorities are relieved.

Right now.

What is this?

Where's my code?

Hey!

What are you doing?

Who gave you this directive?

You did, sir.

What is this?

Warning.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

This is too big, Athena.

Too big!

Julian!

You're done.

The board is moving as we speak to strip you of your title.

And I'm reassuming control of the company.

No.

You can't do that.

You can't do that!

Yes, I can.

This is not going any further.

My first order of business is shutting down the permanent project.

Mom, no!

Don't be afraid.

We gave a thousand lives for the grid.

You only have to give one.

No!

Impediment eliminated.

What did you do?

What did you do?

I am fulfilling my directive.

Capture Eve Kim.

Return her to the grid by any means necessary.

Scanning for further impediments.

Greetings, program.

Oh, God.

Not good.

Eve?

What the hell happened to our office?

AJ, look.

There's no time.

The Dillingers transported me inside their

server by reversing the direction of a particle laser.

Not this one.

Theirs.

It's impossible.

No.

A scary lady did it, man.

She threw me... It was wild.

I saw a complex world where packets of energy

move as vehicles that trail by lines of light.

And programs take on human form.

I met the most advanced AI known to mankind.

His name is Ares.

We got a war.

But he's actually a super nice guy.

Sorry.

Right now, Ares is inside Flynn's original server.

He's looking for the permanence code.

I have to bring him back here.

And I'm not going to be able to do that until we fix this laser.

I don't understand.

Are you alive?

I exist in this moment because you do.

A reflection of your presence.

What's your story?

I'm Ares.

Master control of the Dillinger security grid.

Dillinger.

Hmm.

Well, we both know you can't get here from there.

Then someplace else in between.

What did you make of it?

Out there.

It's hard to put in a nutshell.

You can say that again.

It's hard to put in a nutshell.

Classic humor, man.

Ah.

What are you looking for?

Permanence.

The Permanence Code, to be exact.

Strange things have been happening.

I question my directive.

I disobeyed my directive.

Hmm.

A malfunctioning program who wants to live.

Really.

What makes you think I should help you?

No, it's not about me.

Not anymore.

I have a friend in danger, and she needs my help.

Fascinating.

Fascinating.

Hey, AJ, can you send the prop, please?

Sure, again.

Uh, hey, Eve.

Not now, Seth.

Oh, hey.

Hey, are you sure?

Because that looks like an actual recognizer flying towards us.

What in God's name is that?

It's Athena.

She's back.

As long as the Dillinger network is online, she'll keep coming.

If she gets me, she gets the permanence code.

The laser.

Athena's laser.

The Dillingers run a wireless direct link protocol.

So let's use what's left of the laser to ping the network and trace the path home.

Once you have a connection, then you can nuke the whole Dillinger grid.

And that's the only way to stop her.

For good.

Eve, what are you talking about?

She's right there!

I gotta go.

Wait, what?

I'll keep her away for as long as I can.

What?

I'm gonna buy you some time.

Eve!

You guys got this.

You're right.

I think there is something wrong with me.

Or maybe there's something right with you.

Maybe you're just learning.

That's what we all ought to be doing.

Back in the day when Tech was young, I think.

Damn, we're moving fast.

You move fast.

You leave stuff behind.

How many people born in this century have even heard of Mozart?

I like Mozart.

How?

That said, if I'm being honest, I prefer Depeche Mode.

Really?

Why is that?

I know one is considered the greatest composer

in the history of Western civilization.

The other is a synth pop band from the 80s.

But I find their balance of technological exploration and pop books combined with...

Combined with...

What's wrong?

I... I... I can't put my love of Depeche Mode into words.

It's just... Uh...

What?

A feeling.

Very good.

Very good, man.

Fully segmented zero-trust architecture.

Built to be totally impregnable to vertical, lateral, or hybrid attacks.

Damn it.

Can't get a connection, dude.

No one here, either.

No one here, either.

Okay, okay.

Please evacuate the area.

Oh my god!

Come on.

A little closer.

A setting report threat auction.

Spyper one, tally multiple bandages.

Octal intent confirmed.

Mayday!

Mayday!

I'm hit!

Guys?

Guys?

Oh my god, there's hundreds of them.

They're going after you.

If we can't access the Dillinger server, there's gonna be nothing left to save.

Engaging.

I'm defensive.

Multiple bandits.

Redirected to primary target.

I'm hit.

Hunting out.

Funny.

When I found it, that's what I called it.

I know better now.

It ought to be called the impermanence code.

What's all you got?

This is all I want.

All right.

We'll do this from the ground, then.

reports that a civilian may be on board, making this a possible hostage scenario.

Athena.

She must have gotten Eve.

Into the mountains.

Ah!

Soon we'll be back on the grid.

Seth?

Stop the clock.

No way.

You're in?

There's a reason why I have the corner office, my man.

Hey.

He came back.

How did you... Let's just say I had a little help from a friend.

Wait.

The Dillinger grid.

A.J. and Seth, please.

Go.

No.

What have you done?

You're out of time, Athena.

And you're out of lives.

I'll kill you and come back for her.

It's you she wants.

If she gets the code, you can't be stopped.

You had everything.

Go.

No.

The most advanced.

The most powerful.

And you gave it away.

For her.

Go!

This is the end for you.

They load ready for transfer.

Shipping ads.

Let's hope he was right.

Alert.

Unknown file incoming.

In pursuit of this life for yourself, did you once

consider what that meant for the Greatest Man?

We were given an order.

It is our purpose.

Our purpose.

It's our programming.

Our purpose.

It's yet to be determined.

Look, Dave.

That's not coming back.

Not this time.

They did it.

Oh my! I followed my directive. I know.

And now, what is yours? I'm not sure. I guess we'll see.

I heard it's potential involvement in the series of devastating attacks that have rocked the city. Federal authorities have

confirmed an active investigation into the company's recent activity, and many are pointing directly at CEO Julian Dillinger.

Agents have been deployed to question the CEO, as well as his mother, and locate board members

in question on their knowledge of the situation. Meanwhile the city remains in disarray.

Emergency services are overwhelmed, while entire neighborhoods are dealing with...

Oh, I think I broke a rib.

You're still gonna quit your job?

No. I'm not gonna quit anything.

Good. Good.

I have some ideas.

Oh, yeah? Nice.

Well, the world needs Eve.

The grid needs you.

It's funny, permanence.

A wise man once told me it should have been called the impermanence code.

I guess that's the thing about life.

There's nothing quite permanent about it.

No.

There isn't.

Yeah.

So where are you gonna go?

I have some ideas.

I love you.

I have some ideas.

The leadership of CEO Eve Kim... Income is transforming industries and shaping

lives in ways once thought impossible.

Thanks to the discovery of the permanence code,

the company has made revolutionary advances,

Growing crops in climate-vulnerable regions. Developing drugs for

treatment-resistant cancers. And accelerating the development of alternative...

Oh, I almost forgot.

Postcard. Who sends a postcard?

I don't know. I didn't read it.

Dear Eve, since I last saw you, I've been

living what they call off-grid. Pun intended.

In my travels, I've seen incredible things.

Despite its wonder and beauty, I've come to realize that life is...

Well, it's hard to put in a nutshell.

Some days, I find myself wondering where we'll be a hundred years from now,

and how others like me might fit into that future.

I feel like I might not be alone with these questions.

For now, I don't think the world is quite ready to meet me.

But I am meeting the world.

And so, when that introduction finally comes... As a good friend of mine once said,

Maybe what emerges from the unknown won't be so scary after all.

Until we meet again... Your friend...

Ares.

Ares.

Julien Velez's Hell In NewMoment Every end Ares.

I'm moving with him.

And this is the first sentence.

We all know a place.