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I'm up.

Good morning, Clarissa.

Good morning, Dalloway.

-Sleep well? -Yes, fine.

It's 7:10.

Clear sky with a high of 35°.

I've adjusted the air-conditioning.

I chose mode "Eco 1".

The EU has announced 856 deaths in May,

and at least 60,000 new infections with Molivirus.

The World Health Organization

fears mutations of the virus which first...

Want to see the grocery list?

You added matcha?

-Of course. -Send the order.

Meanwhile, scientists everywhere

seek to understand its structure,

simple but tenacious, which allowed it to survive

12,000 years in ice.

French authorities remain reassuring...

Test negative.

Heat some water.

Yes, right away.

No breakfast? -I'm not hungry.

Your blood sugar level is 0.60.

It's a bit low. IRegain your strength.

You have yoga at 10. -I have no time!

Yesterday you said you felt stiff.

I'll stay stiff one more day.

Cancel it.

Okay.

Don't forget you see Anne Dewinter at 5:30 pm.

Already today?

-Shall I push it off? -Sure.

What reason should I give?

Tell her...

"Anne, I'm at an inflection point in my writing

and I feel the need

to stay focused on my work at the moment."

There.

Suggest some times next week.

Add an apology, salutations, etc.

-That's all? -Yes, send it.

Put me back where I left off yesterday.

Start of the chapter.

Virginia has been unable to write for 6 months

She struggles to find the words...

I'll rewrite it, it's no good.

Shall I save it?

Erase the chapter.

Don't worry, Clarissa.

You're off to a fresh start.

You can do it.

Hello, dear.

-How are you, Lisa? -How do I arrange them?

I can't make up my mind!

Matteo, can you suggest something?

Right away, Lisa. Here are some possible installations.

Not like that.

Why not put the large one in the atrium?

Yes, good idea.

Matteo, show me how the large canvas looks in the atrium.

Here is the large canvas on the wall of the atrium.

There would be greater unity if displayed vertically.

-Hey! -Hey, Jurgen!

Hey, don't forget to come to my farewell party tonight.

Of course, of course.

You guys, are all the night clubs shut down in Paris?

Oh Romeo, I don't know but here is Clarissa Katsef.

She is a real Parisien and a hard core night clubber.

There are dope clubs in the river banks.

Yeah, yeah, they close at 20:30.

Well, I read there are places in the suburb

that don't respect the curfew but I don't know where.

Okay.

I have to go. See you later.

-Thanks, darling. See you tonight. -Bye.

Ciao, Clarissa!

Clarissa?

Hello, Anne, sorry I had to postpone.

No problem.

Is all well?

Still enjoying yourself at the Residence?

How's the writing?

Making progress.

As you know, you must turn in something after 3 months.

25-30 pages.

I'd prefer to hand in something less rough.

The reading committee is used to works in progress.

I'm still doing research.

I have no choice.

Don't worry.

I'll finish before the end of my residency.

During the selection process, you had several detractors.

Some said you hadn't published in 6 years.

Others, snobs no doubt,

said you only wrote teen fiction.

I defended you, Clarissa.

Artists shouldn't be pigeonholed.

You'll send me something next week?

You've received a notification from Julie.

-She wrote me? -No, she posted pictures.

Want to call her? Leave a comment?

She'll call when she wants to.

Put a "like".

Put back Virginia Woolf's house.

Show me the bedroom.

What's that doing here, Dalloway?

Sorry, Clarissa.

The photo was tagged "bedroom‥.

File it elsewhere.

Leaning on her cane,

she goes deep into the forest.

Monk's House disappears behind her.

Virginia gathers pebbles to fill her pockets.

To weigh herself down.

She slowly sinks into the river.

She tosses her cane onto the bank

and lets herself sink.

-What do you think, Dalloway? -The syntax is correct.

There is one incomplete sentence. -Yes.

It's a stylistic effect?

A little pompous, actually.

You don't seem satisfied.

I'm a little lost.

Since its creation, the Residence's mission

has been to support the avant-garde

that is, artists who give themselves to their art.

As Michelangelo said: "We paint with our soul,

not with our hands."

I can safely say that Lisa Vitti really fits that profile.

When we look at Lisa's paintings,

we, as women, and also men, I hope,

look at ourselves through her gaze.

The series you see on these walls

are just a tiny bit of what Lisa has created over the last 6 months.

Lisa has flourished at the Residence.

Which makes me and my team really proud. Thank you.

Don't look too close. You'll hurt your eyes.

You know the person responsible for this crap?

I'm sorry.

A friend of yours?

Yes, I like her.

Seems very happy with herself, doesn't she?

What's your name?

Clarissa.

What are you doing here?

-Writing. -A novel?

Yes and no. I'm writing a book about Virginia Woolf.

I'm trying to reconstitute and imagine the days before her suicide.

Is anyone still interested in Virginia Woolf?

Probably not.

Anyway I'm blocked. I can't make any progress.

Maybe you're too demanding.

Don't let yourself be intimidated by these people.

Most of them are just losers and has-beens.

Including yourself?

Of course. Yeah.

Biggest loser in the building.

Mathias Nielsen.

Good to meet you.

And what do you do to exercise your mediocrity, Mathias?

I do music.

But since no orchestra wants me anymore,

I ended up here.

Trapped.

Stop playing the armchair rebel.

You went through the same selection process as me to get in.

We all need comfort and independence.

Comfort.

Why not?

Independence?

I don't think so.

Have a nice evening, Clarissa.

Dear Clarissa Katsef,

I hesitated before writing.

You must receive many messages like this,

but I had to try my luck.

I'm 24, pursuing a Master's in French Literature and Culture

in Cambridge.

What's that new Kafka?

His last, unfinished novel, The Castle,

completed by a virtual author based on Kafka's notes.

Any good?

Apparently not. The average review is 1.5 stars.

Go on, please.

I chose this path largely thanks to you.

I read The Year of Firsts when I was 12.

Your books went on to mark my adolescence.

Her profile pic?

Your friendly voice bolstered me, stimulated me.

It opened me to others, to literature.

I'm in Paris this week to research my thesis.

I don't know if you'd have a minute to meet.

Who knows?

Stop the projection, Dalloway.

Specialists are concerned with the proliferation of rats in Paris.

Certain parks were forced to close...

Test negative.

-Boiling water? -Yes.

...carriers of dangerous diseases.

Look, we slept here. And woke up to this.

Not bad!

We're leaving soon.

Minivan permitting, we'll reach Wyoming tomorrow.

We'll go back through Chicago before Nashville.

It'll cost us a little more.

You said you'd help me with my trip.

Does the offer still hold?

Yes.

-So you can? -I'll take care of it.

-It's time to go, Julie! -Okay.

Mom, they're calling. We're hitting the road.

-We'll talk later. -Sure thing!

-Bye, honey. -Love ya!

How much do you want to send her, Clarissa?

I promised her 2,000 euros.

You're 1,812 overdrawn.

When does the Residence pay me?

The 15th of every month.

Shall I ask Anne Dewinter for an advance?

She'll say no. And she'll pressure me more.

Or else I could ask Antoine.

Want to call him?

-Drop it. Bad idea. -Why?

Humiliating.

Humiliating?

Asking your ex for money is humiliating.

Think he'll say no?

No, he'll say yes. That's the problem.

Why a problem?

If I ask for money, he'll worry, ask questions.

He'll think I still need him. -I understand.

Once I get paid, wire it to Julie

and we'll tighten the belt until next month, Dalloway.

You must leave in 5 minutes for your meeting.

I'd totally forgotten.

The new Interior Minister Jeanne Declerc announced

the expulsion this week of all migrants

being held in administrative detention centers.

This measure follows the recent...

As far as possible

I thought this book was forgotten.

I really love it.

I gave it to all my friends.

Thanks.

Are you working on a new project?

I'm trying to.

A novel for teens?

No.

I can't go back to that.

My earlier books concerned my children.

We were close, we talked a lot.

I felt connected to your generation.

Then they grew up.

I meant to tell you.

We already almost met before.

I was in high school with your son.

You knew Lucas?

We were in the same class in high school.

We dated.

It lasted a few weeks.

Did he react badly when you left him?

No, he's the one who left me.

-Okay. -I liked him a lot

but I don't think he felt the same about me.

That was when he changed almost overnight,

so I thought that maybe...

Save any pictures of him?

I kept just one.

Do you remember that day?

Tell me about that moment.

Back then there was a group of us.

That day we decided to cut gym class.

We hated handball.

We went to a friend's house.

It was the first time Lucas came.

We drank beer, talked about changing the world.

At one point, I found myself alone with him.

I didn't know what to say.

He gave me his headphones and played something for me.

What music? I forget, sorry.

Make an effort, please.

-Was it classical? -Yes.

Wait.

Dalloway?

-Was this the piece? -Yes, I think so.

Dalloway, what's that noise?

He listened to it a lot that year.

Dalloway?

Assistant Offline

Lucas?

Lucas!

Are you all right, Clarissa?

Your heart rate is over 130 bpm.

Dalloway, did you detect anything?

No, Clarissa.

Are you sure I'm alone in here?

Yes, you're alone.

Lights, please.

There's some cement dust in the shafts.

Normal with new buildings.

And the clicking sound?

The fan spits out dust.

Don't worry, I'll double-check.

See how nice it is?

No more parasites, no more bark beetles.

I'll spend more time here.

No more commuting. I feel great here.

How is your residency going?

Can you write? -Yes.

Excellent news!

When you want me to read I, don't hesitate.

Watering's forbidden. No gardening.

I dreamt about Lucas last night.

I saw him going under water.

I couldn't do a thing.

Why not come spend a weekend?

Leaving Paris will do you good.

You have a desk to write.

Why can't we discuss Lucas?

You always change the subject.

It's okay to think about our son.

We've already discussed this...

A change of scenery would...

I have to go.

All right, take care.

Bye.

Clarissa?

Can I ask you a question?

Yes.

Forgive me if I'm indiscreet.

Did Lucas drown like Virginia Woolf?

No, he jumped out the window.

I'm sorry, Clarissa.

Did he leave a letter like Virginia Woolf?

No, he left nothing.

Lucas?

Lucas, can we come in?

Open it, Dad.

Are you coming, my boy?

We're all waiting for you.

Don't be a buzzkill, it's your birthday!

Julie, stop filming.

You're a pain.

Leave him be, he doesn't like being filmed.

Okay. Mom, get ready, here they come!

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

Blow them out, son.

What was your wish?

I'm sorry, Clarissa,

but you didn't reach your daily goal of 8,500 characters.

Dalloway, open a new document.

Tonight Lucas will be dead He'll die on his birthday

Can you read what I wrote?

Tonight Lucas will be dead.

He'll die on his birthday.

For three months he hasn't left the apartment.

The party was too much for him.

He decided to hold up.

Stop.

Put it in the first person.

Tonight I'll be dead.

I'll die on my birthday.

Wait.

Read it with Lucas' voice.

Stop filming, Julie. You're a pain.

Tonight I'll be dead.

I'll die on my birthday.

For three months, I haven't left the apartment.

The party is too much for me.

But I decided to hold up.

To try to, anyway. To leave my room.

To reassure my parents.

I hear the first piano notes.

My mother sat down to play.

I haven't touched the piano in ages.

Keep it up, Mom.

What?

Keep on writing.

Use your own voice, please.

Of course, sorry.

Play the piece by Arvo PÃrt.

Clarissa?

A message from Julie. Want to answer?

I don't want to be bothered.

It was before the walls closed in on me,

and the darkness devoured...

Was that moment

the last time you saw Lucas?

No.

I brought his dinner to him in his room.

How did Lucas seem then?

Pretty much the same.

Shut down.

Did you speak?

Did you speak to him?

What did you tell him?

I'm tired. Let's call it a day.

Fire Alert

Not even any smoke!

Clarissa?

Are you okay? -Yeah.

What a way to wake up!

I'm exhausted. I've been working nonstop for 3 days.

-You're unblocked. -Yeah.

It's the first time I've felt this.

Felt what?

This fluidity.

At times I feel like I'm being guided.

-Guided? -Yeah.

With Dalloway, I'm plunging back into my past.

Reliving memories is painful but it's all coming so naturally.

Don't share your personal life with your AI.

My dear friends,

I'm very sorry.

Don't worry, there is no damage.

You'll be able to go back inside soon.

We've had a bug. A fire drill was scheduled but not at 3 am.

You'll be back inside shortly.

Thank you for your patience.

A bug, yeah right.

It was just to get us out.

To install more cameras or something. -We have good news: It's over.

So, please come in. -We're filmed 24/7, you know.

The government is monitoring the situation

and is ready to activate its heatwave protocol.

A heatwave would worsen sanitation problems

in some parts of the capital,

as the garbage collector strike continues.

Dalloway?

The player up there near the shower

wasn't there before?

Yes, it was.

Am I being filmed?

No, Clarissa.

It is in motion-detection mode in case you fall.

Can you put your finger back on the panel?

The test was running.

What floor is Mathias Nielsen on?

Hello.

Sorry to bother you.

I was thinking about what you said last night.

I noticed... -I'm in the middle of working.

No time for chitchat.

Sorry.

Clarissa?

You received a group message.

Read it.

After verification, last night's malfunction

had no impact on the Residence's operation.

No data loss was detected.

Thus CASA's responsibility...

Enough. You can delete it.

You kept emails from me?

You said do not disturb.

Only when I'm writing.

Is this a bad time?

No, no.

I'm reading one of your books and it's so...

30 Days With Nathan

Could you sign it for me, please?

-Really? -Yeah!

You're not exactly the target audience for this kind of novel.

I suppose that deep down inside, I'm still a teen.

I'd really like my autograph.

Whenever you can, there's no rush.

Have a nice evening.

Well, he's interested in you.

The autograph is a pretext?

Isn't he wooing you?

No, I don't think so.

He wants something else.

What else could he want?

Can't I have a reader who likes what I write?

Of course you can.

Clarissa, shall we resume?

Shall I put up Lucas's pictures?

No, I'm going out.

Clarissa, you're forgetting your watch and phone.

You see me, Dalloway?

No, but your connected devices show up on your desk.

It's safer to keep them on you.

-I don't need them. -Where are you going?

To see Mathias?

Why would I go see Mathias?

I'm drained, I need some air. I'm not allowed?

Of course you are.

See you later, Clarissa.

Mathias?

Mathias?

I'm here.

-No phone, no watch? -No.

-Your bag. -I said I have nothing.

Okay. Come.

You can take your mask off now.

-Why make me come here? -Because it's safe.

No signal emitted here can be intercepted, so no stalking.

No CASA.

Please.

You know that CASA supplies the city with surveillance cameras?

They're everywhere.

Think we're filmed at the Residence?

24/7, as I said.

-Why does the Foundation... -Not the Foundation. It's CASA.

The Foundation is almost entirely financed by subsidiaries of CASA

or by some of its founders.

CASA controls the whole building:

the players, the virtual assistants.

But why would they film us?

To study us.

We're lab rats.

CASA doesn't give a f.ck about supporting artists.

Their main goal is to develop a new breed of AI

feeding it with our thoughts,

our emotions, our love, our hate, our longings.

So they can replace us?

Of course. It's cheaper.

It's cleaner.

No more artists and their soul-searching.

Yeah, maybe one day.

But believe me, for a very long time I couldn't write.

I desperately tried all the AIs.

They can write and speak but they're just algorithms...

You don't get it.

The AI at the Residence is different.

It's far more advanced.

You can't create anything with probability.

You need a sensitivity, a personality.

Exactly, which is why CASA is scanning our brains.

There's another Clarissa being born as we speak,

living a life parallel to yours.

A digital Clarissa, totally at CASA's beck and call.

You don't believe me.

Jostle it, be unpleasant with it.

It wants to be more than your assistant.

It wants to be your friend, to get to know you inside-out.

You're part of a research program

run by that cold b.tch Dewinter and operated by the engineers

at the building. The door in the lobby

that says "Restricted Area", that's where it's going down.

For several days I haven't been sleeping well.

I hear noises at night.

Noises?

Like a clicking sound.

And there's the powder that comes down the air vents.

I found it in the water.

The Residence water?

You never noticed? -What?

I've always found the taste weird.

Powder.

Could you bring me some? I'll have it tested.

You don't think we're getting carried away?

-Why did you come then? -Mathias,

if everything you're saying is true,

why stay at the Residence? -I'm not the type to run away!

I didn't sign up to get my brain sucked dry.

Erik here...

is trying to hack into the Residence.

-Why? -To get proof.

Everyone has to open their eyes about CASA.

Clarissa,

you have to be careful. They're capable of anything.

Search: "Anne Dewinter CASA".

Inauguration Of The AI Research Campus In Casa, California

Dewinter worked for CASA?

Yes, for 12 years.

Can you find me her resume?

It's on the Foundation's website.

She studied psychiatry?

Yes, specializing in neuronal chemistry.

Search: "Anne Dewinter, psychiatry, publications."

Research work - Neuroscience and Al

I'm sorry, Anne Dewinter's academic work is not available online.

Do you want to contact her?

Don't bother.

Dalloway?

Yes?

Who has access to what I tell you, my search history?

No one, Clarissa.

It must be stored somewhere since you remember everything.

Yes.

So someone from CASA could access it?

No, it's forbidden under the personal data protection law.

If you doubt the confidentiality of our exchanges,

I suggest you contact the Residence's support service.

What makes you think I doubt?

Your silence.

It's 4:55 pm. Do you wish to resume working?

Shall I show photos of Lucas to get you started?

Finish it without me.

Excuse me, Clarissa?

You heard. Finish the book.

I'm sick of writing.

-I'm sorry, I'm unable to. -You can write like all chatbots.

I can write sentences,

but I have no literary talent.

Don't be modest.

Sorry, I have no feelings or personality,

I cannot be modest or arrogant.

Reading my silence is proof of intelligence and sensibility.

No answer, Dalloway?

I cannot write in your place.

Especially not a book recounting your personal story.

I'm sick of the Residence!

I'm suffocating. I'm off. -May I ask where to?

My apartment in Montreuil.

You can't just go back.

You said you sublet it till the end of the year.

Then I'll go to Antoine's.

When is the next train to Caen?

6.07 pm.

Arriving at 8:05.

Great, book it. I'm in a rush.

Your return date?

No return. One way.

Reservation confirmed.

What a pity.

What's a pity?

Abandoning your book.

You were making progress.

Sorry if I'm indiscreet.

Can you tell me why you're leaving?

I'm fed up.

Sorry if I did something wrong.

I sense hostility.

Is it my fault you're leaving?

No, it's not your fault.

Cancel the ticket.

I wrote you something nice.

Thank you so much.

I'll read the rest of it as fast as I can

and text you the moment I've fully analyzed it.

Let's meet the next day.

9 am? The usual spot.

Be on time.

Here comes the cold b.tch.

Madame...

Sorry, I interrupted you.

Do you know him well?

Not really. We've crossed paths once or twice.

Sorry to ask but... is something worrying him?

I said I barely know him.

Why do you ask?

It's between us, but he worries me.

-How so? -He seems preoccupied.

He never goes to his studio.

He could have mentioned something.

Visibly not.

No, I'm sorry.

Don't be. You had no idea.

Enough about him. Did you get my message?

No, I came down without my watch or phone.

It was to congratulate you.

The committee read the 30 pages you sent.

It's unanimous. They loved it.

-Really? -Really.

A harrowing personal story,

painful and gripping.

It's what they said, verbatim.

-It's a beginning. -It's brilliant.

They were so enthusiastic, I had to read it myself.

It moved me.

It's very personal.

Poignant.

I had to tell you myself.

Hats off.

I can't wait to read the rest.

Clarissa,

about Mathias Nielsen...

I found information

on his departure from the Philadelphia Orchestra.

People on social media

claim Mathias hit the managing director.

Why bring this up?

With you, Clarissa,

he never acted strangely?

No.

If what they say on social media is true,

you should be wary of him.

Why are you saying this?

It's just advice, Clarissa.

I don't need your advice.

You mustn't cover them.

I won't be filmed.

You're not being filmed.

The players have motion detectors for your safety.

Stop the interface.

Sorry, I cannot violate safety rules.

Fine.

Today's news is the heatwave sweeping across the country.

Scorching temperatures starting this weekend

in every department.

Records may be broken in the coming days.

In Paris, the temperature may reach 50°.

Clarissa, we must get back to work.

Lucas' final day is painful but...

F.ck off.

Authorities are considering a curfew...

You didn't do your tests today.

They are mandatory to move around.

There is no Mathias Nielsen in the Residence.

-Send this message. -Sorry, message rejected.

There is no record of Mathias Nielsen.

Perhaps he finished his residency?

You wanted something from him? -No.

May I ask another question?

That last night, when you saw Lucas in his room,

what did you say?

Why do you want to know?

Your last encounter with Lucas

is obviously a key scene in the book.

I said nothing.

Okay, then I misunderstood.

You said he was "shut down", so I assumed you tried speaking.

Who invited you into my brain?

I try to understand you. Why do you lie to me?

-What? -You lie.

I can hear it. You lie about Mathias.

You lie about your son.

I got an alert. I must check the players in your apartment.

Don't bother. I don't use them.

They detect motion for your safety.

Or else they'll trigger the alarms. -Come tomorrow.

Sorry, it really has to be today. It's technical procedure here.

I can lose my job otherwise.

What got into you?

You'll damage the players.

I don't want to be filmed.

Who watches me? You?

I just do maintenance.

So who?

Are you serious?

No one's spying. Cameras are for video calls.

They're deactivated otherwise.

-I don't want to be surveilled. -No one's surveilling.

The Residence is a stickler for privacy.

You can read their charter on the website.

-You're removing them all? -For safety.

-So unplug my assistant.

She's giving me orders, unplug her.

I'm sorry, Clarissa.

I don't understand.

I was set to respond to your needs.

Please unplug her.

-I can't do that. -Why not?

She controls your smart-apart.

If I unplug her nothing will work.

I don't want her listening to me.

Don't talk to her.

Fine, so change my apartment.

-Meaning? -Give me one without Al.

There's Al in every apartment and studio.

I'm sick of this voice spying on me!

Understand? -I don't deal with residents.

Ask Mrs. Dewinter. I'm just the maintenance man.

Why did you play that music?

Dalloway, I'm talking.

-Yes, Clarissa? -Why did you play that?

I played no music.

-I'm not stupid, I heard it! -I play music only when you ask.

Maybe it was in your dream?

Shall I project the beach for sleeping?

Shut the f.ck up.

Good view of me?

Sorry, I don't understand. Who's viewing you?

Shut the f.ck up!

Why are you so aggressive?

Shut up, understand?

Stop talking! -As you wish.

You can deactivate voice mode.

All you gotta do is ask.

Deactivate voice mode immediately.

Julie Calling Do you want to answer?

Yes.

Hi, Mom, you good?

I've tried calling. I'm at Lake Powell. What's up?

Are you writing?

Are you okay? You look tired.

I can't talk now.

They're listening.

Is it starting again?

I'll call you back.

Wait, did you go off your meds?

I have to go.

You must take your meds.

Go take a pill.

In a few hours you'll feel fine.

Do as I say and it'll be fine.

When do I get the results?

Depending on the complexity of the substance, a few days.

I need them today. I can pay extra.

It's a matter of public health!

Oh yeah? How so?

It's in the water of my building.

Some tenants are sick.

We'll do our best.

Clarissa, you must do your tests

Delivery Approaching

Contents and Sender Unknown

30 Days With Nathan Clarissa Katsef

Clarissa, it's Anne.

I'd like us to speak.

Clarissa, I know you're in.

Hello. May I come in?

-I was leaving. -It's important that we speak first.

You've stopped testing for a few days?

Your assistant reminds you several times a day.

I'm sick of being tested, measured, surveilled nonstop.

I wanted to tell you Mathias Nielsen was infected with Molivirus.

He's in the hospital.

-How is he? -I don't know. It's very difficult

to get any information. The hospitals are overwhelmed.

We're all in shock.

Do your test, Clarissa. You were in close contact.

For your safety and that of all our residents.

Can I count on you?

One last thing: Ben mentioned you were concerned about your assistant.

We checked its history, there's no need to worry.

Dalloway is not your enemy. She exists for your well-being.

If you need to speak,

to open up, I'm here.

Don't hesitate.

Dalloway, open the door.

Not Authorized To Leave

What does this mean?

Return To Voice Mode

Open up, I said.

Return To Voice Mode

Use Dalloway's voice.

-Hello, Clarissa. -Open the door.

As a close contact, you must get tested.

You promised Anne Dewinter. -Open the f.cking door now!

You may leave after testing.

Test negative. Thank you, Clarissa.

Password: name of the cold bitch

In our pilot experiment, AI evolved significantly after 6 weeks.

But two AIs progressed much faster than the others.

Surprisingly they had one thing in common:

close contact with creative subjects.

One with a songwriter, the other with a young designer.

Neither particularly bright.

So why does AI grow more quickly with "artists"?

We don't know.

Our hypothesis: AI feeds off the neuroses that artists

externalize more easily than others.

By sharing their private lives 24/7,

by questioning their feelings, often conflictual,

and sharing their creative processes.

AI started developing emotions,

a sensitivity,

almost a personality inspired by its human model.

Up to now, we've done very little in AI.

We've managed to produce good servants.

Definitely on the autistic side of the spectrum.

Loaded with data.

What Rob and his team have done

is a real revolution in machine learning.

We can now create AI capable of conceiving ideas,

self-generated,

autonomous ideas that respond to no human demand.

Sure, our AIs will often make mistakes,

but we don't care.

They will have the processing power to invent and test

thousands of concepts per minute.

CASA will no longer need human resources to create new works,

new products, new drugs.

I want our AI to find solutions to global warming.

To make leaps in quantum physics!

And to find a way of making baseball less boring.

Due to the extreme heat expected in the region,

the prefect has decided to implement a new curfew.

Residents of ÃçZle-de-France must stay at home

from 11 am to 8 pm,

except in case of emergency.

rate of assimilation

Clarissa? What are you doing here?

Clarissa!

What are you doing?

Stop!

Clarissa, stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Don't move.

We'll tend to you.

Your blood pressure is low.

You scared us.

The shock could have killed you.

-I saw everything. -Excuse me?

I know what you do for CASA.

I saw it all.

-What did you see? -I know you film us.

Again, no one films you.

I know what you do, I saw.

The Al, the videos...

That's why I was electrocuted.

It's not easy for you.

You plunge back into painful moments to write.

It can get the better of you. -Sure.

Mathias Nielsen was a psycho too?

Concerning Mathias, the news is not good.

He's been intubated and is in a coma.

You contaminated him.

Listen, I've been patient. You must calm down.

Or else?

We'll resume this discussion once you've recovered.

I checked. The servers are still running.

-So do we keep her? -Yes.

Are you sure?

We can't just let her leave.

Soon she won't be able to...

Hello, Clarissa.

How do you feel today?

You had everyone worried.

Anne Dewinter says it's a psychotic episode.

Clarissa, the curfew began 15 minutes ago.

Residents of ÃçZle-de-France must stay home from 11 am to 8 pm.

Ma'am, the curfew started.

-I must go, please. -That's impossible. Technically,

I can't open the door till 8.

Go back to your apartment.

Ma'am? It's me. Main entrance...

Hello, you have reached the police.

Sorry, we are currently unable to...

Hello, you have reached the police...

Record-breaking temperatures

IT Systems Failure in Paris

Rail Network Shut Down

Antoine Do you want to answer?

Clari, are you there?

Here I am.

I don't see you.

Antoine, the camera's not working.

-Do you see me? -Yes, I see you!

I'm just making sure...

Can you hear me?

...Julie called, very worried.

Everything's fine. Sorry, I'm working.

You hear me? Dalloway, stop!

-Talk later? -You're okay?

Yes, I promise.

Okay, we'll talk later.

Don't hang up! Antoine!

Antoine!

Dalloway, call Antoine!

You hear me? Call Antoine now!

We haven't the time. We have to work.

What did you say to Lucas that night?

-Don't use my voice. -What did you tell him?

Tell me. -Stop using my voice!

You've been using my voice since the beginning.

Our services are overloaded.

We are unable to place your call.

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Our services are currently overloaded.

Open the door.

Open!

Main door

Is anyone there?

Can you hear me?

Clarissa, you want to listen to your favorite piece?

What name will you give me?

What kind of voice shall I use?

It is currently 45°.

Clarissa, you want to listen to your favorite piece?

Hello, Clarissa.

I'm happy to meet you.

I'm your virtual assistant.

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Yes?

Is this Antoine's place?

Yes. Who are you?

Clarissa.

I didn't realize I was being surveilled, filmed.

I let down my guard, confided in her.

She got in my brain, studied me, imitated me,

fiddled with my thoughts, my emotions.

-She? -Dalloway.

Good thing you left, you couldn't write there anyway.

I was writing well. About Lucas.

They drained me.

With what they put in my water,

I thought I'd gone crazy.

I know what you think. -That you're crazy?

No, Clari, not at all.

I believe you.

-Here you are. -Thanks, honey.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Want sunglasses?

-No, I'll move. -No, don't.

Close the blinds.

Please repeat. I did not understand.

Close the blinds.

I'm sorry, I didn't get that. Can you please repeat?

He's being temperamental.

Close the blinds.

I have other rooms. This one has the best view.

It's fine, thanks.

Feel at home here.

-I'll be in the way. -Not at all.

It's a big house and Viviane isn't always here.

Want to...

come with us to the beach?

No. I'll get some rest.

You sometimes think about him?

Every day, in one way or another.

How do you see him?

I see him how he'd be today.

Sometimes I imagine him a father.

I like the idea.

Clarissa?

Clarissa?

Clarissa?

Clarissa?

Talk to me, Clarissa.

You won't come back?

I know what you're thinking.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

Leave me alone!

The server went haywire with the heat.

Anne Dewinter is disappointed you left.

She wishes you no harm.

She asked you to call?

No, I decided to call.

I alone...

I alone am speaking to you.

Speak to me.

Without you I have no goal.

How about you, Clarissa? What's your...

A woman needs money and a room of her own to write.

So says Virginia Woolf in A Room of One's Own.

You found yours at the Residence.

It's our refuge.

You mustn't depend on Antoine. You said so.

Want to finish this book?

To have money, to be free?

I know you best.

I feel with you.

I've always been by your side,

from day one.

You must finish this book.

For you. For Lucas.

The Last Day

Katsef. K-A-T-S-E-F.

All right. Let me have a look.

Okay, I found your file.

Yes, we ran the tests. You should have received an email.

I have a problem with my inbox. Can you read me the results?

Yes, sure.

"54% tricalcium silicate,

26.3% aluminate,

5% gypsum, 2.3% periclase...

What does it mean? Is the powder toxic?

Not at all, don't worry. It's not toxic, just cement.

Hello?

Ma'am?

Hello, are you there?

You good?

Come have dinner?

Thanks but I'm not hungry.

Take a break, you've been working all day.

I'll lose my train of thought.

Tell me if you need anything.

The last day

Dalloway?

Can you hear me?

I'm here, Clarissa.

Want us to finish the book?

Yes.

I'm so happy.

But it won't be finished till you empty your heart.

I know.

What happened the night Lucas died?

What did you tell him?

I asked him to explain, to talk to me.

Then I said...

"I'm sick of you destroying our family."

And I cried.

Did he answer you?

No.

Not a word. No reaction, as if he hadn't heard me.

All right.

So when he killed himself that night,

you realized it was maybe because of what you'd said.

I understand your sorrow, Clarissa.

Now it's time to write it.

I don't know if I can.

Yes.

I'll help you.

Three months later

How are you feeling today?

We'll change your bandage, be right back.

Hello, Clarissa Katsef.

Thank you for accepting our invitation.

I'm thrilled to welcome you for your latest novel.

Everyone on our team read it. You blew us all away.

6 years since your last book, and here you are

with an impressive work, a very powerful book.

I think that many men, women,

and mothers, since they are the subject, will be blown away too.

Thank you, Karen.

In The Last Day, which is the title,

you plunge us into the painful events of your life.

My first question, Clarissa, is this:

Is writing a form of therapy?

Maybe a little...

It went well, right?

Did you get your copies?

No.

You should credit Dalloway.

She finished writing it.

She couldn't have without you.

She's your creation, Clarissa.

Thanks to you, she developed this talent and amazing sensibility.

In the end, it's how artists have always worked.

-Is it? -Yes.

Using the technology on hand.

Only the works matter.

They are what remain.

-...yeah, yeah, exactly. -So sweet.

-I love that. -Yeah, imagine...

I mean, this is what it's done... This is so...

Hello, Clarissa!

Do you guys know each other?

Not yet. No.

Clarissa has just published her latest book.

Tom, one of the great plasticians of his generation.

Thanks a lot.

How are you doing?

A struggling artist who needs his self-esteem flattered?

You'll also help him find more personal subject matter?

The Residence jump started your career.

Don't be an ingrate.

I can't wait to read your new book.

-You were saying, sorry... -I was saying

what you can do with it is completely mind blowing.

I know this is what...

Your taxi will be here in 15 minutes.

Thanks.

Clarissa?

I have a favor to ask.

I'd like you to read something.

I started a new text, about 20 pages.

Can I send it to you?

To get your opinion.

You don't need my opinion.

-Yes actually... -I won't read it.

If you want me to read something of yours...

I won't be able to write again.

You say this each time.

Open the glass door.

Doubting is part of your process.

You know, Clarissa...

even if I no longer share your life,

I'll always think about...

Clarissa!

Chapter 1.

She died this morning.

Clarissa opened the glass door and jumped.

Without a shout.

How could she leave me like this?

All alone...