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WOMAN:
The year is 2048.

Evolving technologies
can no longer be regulated.

Dangerous advancements forever
alter the criminal landscape.

Police are not prepared.

Law enforcement combats
this corruption

with a new line of defense.

But not all are created equal.

RUDY:
The idea behind the DRNs
was to be as human as possible.

They were based on a program
called Synthetic Soul.

JOHN:
That's one of the crazy ones.

I'll lead you in?
Let's go.

WOMAN:
Now all cops--

human and manmade together--

take on the battle
to watch over us all.

(panting)

(computer beeping, chiming)

Hey, hey.
We're not open yet.

But you gotta
let me in, please!

Ten minutes!

Hey, what's wrong with you?

(grunting)

(alarm blares)

MAN:
Hey! Stop right there!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Sir, come here.

Sir, I'm only gonna
say this once...
No, please!

Sir!
Please, they're gonna...
they're gonna find me!

Who's gonna
find you?
They know where I am!

Calm down!
They're gonna
kill me!

You don't understand!
Calm down, sir!

(onlookers gasping)

FEMALE VOICE:
Please enjoy a hot beverage.

WOMAN:
When you came
to see me

six months ago,

your emotions were
boiling over with hate.

You were seething
with frustration

and disgust at your neighbors,

at your fellow workers,

at our government.

But today...

you are a different man.

And I am so proud

of how far you've come.

What a complete and
utter waste of my time.

I could not
feel worse.

I don't feel at all better.

I hate everyone
the same.

In fact, I think
I hate you most.

THERAPIST:
Okay.

But, Jim...

listen to yourself.

Listen to your words.

Two months ago,
you would've been

expressing this
anger physically.

Now you're using your words.

When I get these
damn bandages off,

I'll be physical again.

Well, you should be
proud of yourself.

Okay, John.
What about you?

How are you feeling?

Doc, I'm feeling great.

Really?
Yeah.

I'm feeling really good.

I don't want
to encourage you to be angry,

but I also don't
want you to hide
your feelings

from us--
and more importantly...

from yourself.

No, uh, look...

I'm the first to agree,
you know?

I'm all for sharing feelings.

Uh... but, uh...

I feel good.

What can I say?

John...

your girlfriend not
only abandoned you,

but she was secretly working
for one of the most
Yeah. Mm-hmm.

infamous criminal
organizations in this city.

The same organization
that targeted

and killed your
entire squad...

Mm-hmm.
...in a gun battle
and left you for dead,

and, ultimately,

left you with
a synthetic leg.

Mmm...
Yet, for the past
several sessions,

in what little
you've told us,

you're saying that...

you have no problems

and you... feel good?

Are you really,
truly saying

that you're being honest?

Look, Doc,

we all hit bumps in the road.

You know?

Everyone hits
speed bumps, right?

The thing is,

I got my health,
you know?

I got a job.

I got a new synthetic leg.

I can still...
you know.

Comparatively
speaking...

I mean, I'm not like...
like Marty over there.

I mean, no...
no offense, Marty.

If I was in
your shoes,

pal, I tell you, I'd...

I'd really...
(imitates gunshot), you know?

Every week I walk in here,
I think, "Oh, my God,

is Marty gonna be here?"

And he is.
Week in, week out.

I gotta hand it to you.

I'd get a divorce,
I'd put the dog down,

and I'd just stay away
from peanut butter.

It's as simple as that, really.

I feel good.

I really do,
you know?

What about you, uh... Anal?

You're good?

MAN:
It's Aneal.

Okay. Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, Mr. Friendly.

How was
Angry Class 101?

Call me that again
and I swear

I'll stick my boot
right in your face.
Ah.

Clearly, it went well.

(indistinct conversations)

Detective Kennex.

Here's the
preliminary report.

Detective Paul
is up there, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry, there's not much
we can do about that.

(chuckles)

Victim is
Anton Cross.

Lived in
Lakeshore Heights.

Single gunshot wound
to the upper torso.

Large caliber round.

JOHN:
What do you got?

PAUL:
Looks like
three shots fired.

One through the skylight,

one through
that guy's celo,

and one into
Mr. Lucky here,

which fragmented
on the wall.

The transit police
said he was running.

They stopped him
on the platform.

He was agitated, saying
"They're gonna kill me."

Three shots and
no one saw a shooter?

PAUL:
Correct.

And we only recovered
one bullet.

One bullet?

MX:
It is possible that

a single bullet was responsible

for all three impacts.

If fired from
the perfect angle

and traveling along
a consistent trajectory,

I believe a bullet could have
cut through the skylight,

continued through the celo,
bounced against the wall,

ricocheted to the floor,

and penetrated
the victim's chest cavity.

Mm-hmm.

Let me get
this straight.

You're suggesting
that a single bullet

came through
the skylight,

ricocheted and
bounced its way

through the subway,
and then just

miraculously hit a man
square in the chest--

who was, according
to witnesses,

running, screaming,

"They're gonna kill me"?

While the likelihood
seems improbable,

there is a .004% chance
that a shooter

firing with
this morning's

five miles per hour
northwesterly winds,

would release a bullet that
would only increase speed

until hitting
the skylight,

where the trajectory
would change nominally

and the bullet would
increase velocity

due to air conditioning
within the station.

A temporary deformation,
coupled with inertia

and the molecular
structure of the wall,

the celo, and the floor,
would inevitably allow

for a fatal impact.

PAUL:
Mm-hmm.

Makes sense to me.

JOHN:
What do you think?

Obviously, this is
just a first look,

but it appears
that there's only

residue from
the skylight,

and residue
from the celo.

Yet there's no residue
from the floor,

making the likelihood
that it bounced

or ricocheted
unlikely.

Detective Kennex.

I appreciate you seeking
multiple scenarios

as to how this
homicide occurred.

And I understand your partner
is trying to assist you.

However, I must
remind you that

your partner is a DRN.

A discontinued...

Please, do continue.

If you look here,
there seems to be

some sort of circuitry
that's embedded in the slug.

Now, we can't be
sure until we a get

a full analysis,

but these markings
don't look like

scratches from a bullet
hitting a wall.

MX:
Again, Detective Kennex,
your DRN is inferior.

Its computing power
is 18 billion trilihertz

less than my own.
It's not something
you see every day.

On top of that,
I genuinely believe

that one bullet did do
It does not
have the ability

all of this damage.
to rationalize,
analyze or deduct.

His intelligence
is subpar.
Just not a ricochet,

as suggested by
You are damaging your
incident arrest quota

Detective Paul's MX.
by having an
obsolete DRN.

You are continuing to listen
to a retired old system,

believing the rambling
and illogical theories

of your appropriately
canceled partner.

If you would like,

I can put in a request

for you to be partnered
with an MX-4...

Are you out of your mind?

You do not
draw your weapon--

let alone fire it--

in a public place

unless you're in danger!

Doesn't fire his weapon?

Who cares about him
firing his weapon?

He's firing it at my MX!

Come on. Since when do
you care about an MX?

What if I put a bullet
in Dorian's head?

Hey. Hey!
JOHN:
Don't even look
at Dorian!

MALDONADO:
Nobody is shooting

any police officers.

Let me explain
something to you.

I'm a police officer.

You're a police officer.

And as much as it
pains me to say it,

Richard is
a police officer.

Now, you can dress these
machines to look like cops.

You can program 'em
to drive a car

and shoot a gun
like a cop.

But they're not cops.

They're bullet catchers.

And if you force me
to work with
a faulty machine,

then I will dispose of it

with the same
degree of compassion

that I would a toaster
that burns my toast.

John, I don't know
what to do with you.

I could give you a list of
things I'd do with him.

Richard, let me handle this.

Wow.

You better watch your ass.

Your partner better
watch his ass, too.

Richard, go down
and find yourself

another MX.

We've got a problem
here, John.

Yeah, I agree.

I mean, what do you think
he wants to do to my ass?

You know, your anger issues
and your short fuse

are known way beyond
this precinct.

You were supposed
to participate in therapy.

I'm participating.

And it's working.

It was just
a minor slip, okay?

It could've
been worse.

I mean, I could've
shot Richard.

(scoffs)

I understand Dorian found
the victim's girlfriend.

Get into that.

See what you
can find out.

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Name: Kira Larsen.

1,003 communications
with Anton Cross

in the last 12-week period.

Where does she work?

Trope Software.

That's the same as Anton Cross.

Affirmative.
Hmm.

They work together.

Address, please.

What?

You like me.

Sorry?
You like me.

No, I don't.
Yes, you do.

No.
You definitely do.

How do you come by
that conclusion?

The MX.
You shot it because

it insulted me.
You like me.
No.

I shot the MX 'cause
it wouldn't shut up.
Nope.

You shot it
because you like me.

Keep talking,
I'll prove my point.

It's okay, John.

I like you, too.

(radio chirping)

Rudy, what's up?

Uh, well, you were right,
Dorian.

There is a power source
in this bullet.

There are definitely, uh,

micro-electro-mechanical
systems embedded

in-in the bullets.

Um, active aerodynamics,
which can alter

the course of the bullets
in flight.

I've never seen
anything like it.

Do we have any idea
who might've made it

or where it was manufactured?

Not yet,
but the MEMS circuits

are highly specialized.

Whoever fires this can control
where this bullet goes.

It could literally chase you
around a corner.

If the shooter wants you dead,

the bullet will find you.

Hi.

We need to speak
to Kira Larsen.

Just one moment,
Officer.

(electronic chime)

I'm Kira Larsen.
What's this about?

I'm Detective John Kennex.

I'm afraid we have
some very bad news.

(crying)

I don't...

Anton would never hurt
anyone in his life.

Who would want to hurt him?

Was he involved in any
underground activities?

Black market, drugs?

Did he owe any money?

No.

Black market?

Anton was a gamer.

He was an elder
in Warriors of Grun.

We're trying to find
out information

about the weapon
he was killed with.

When was the last time
you heard from him?

Uh, he left me a message.

When?
Last night.

Hey, K.
You must be asleep.

Uh, of course you are.
Anyway, um,

forget looking for the bio-stamp
on the, uh...

on the 318 liquifile.

I found it.

It's on my arm.

Anyway, uh...

(knocking)
uh, I got to go.

Love you.

See you tomorrow.

He seems distracted.

Oh, he's-he's working.
That's how

he always is.

I'm gonna need access
to all of Anton's office files.

Of course.

I can take care of
that right now.

MALE VOICE:
...specializing in long-term
backup of data.

Don't let your memories...

FEMALE VOICE:
Why, hello there, Dorian-0167.

MALE VOICE:
Good day, Dorian.

Replace your worn-out objects
with new...

FEMALE VOICE:
Hey, DRN-01...

Kira, I need you to think.

Were there any new people
in his life?

He doesn't know a lot of people
outside of work.

Anything out of
the ordinary?

He'd been meeting
with a headhunter.

Was he looking
to change jobs?

No, when you have skills

like-like Anton,
you have options.

Do you remember the name?
Um...

He, uh...

It was a woman.

I think her name
was Natalie.

She worked
for a recruitment company

called Kinsey.

(indistinct advertisements
playing over each other)

Your company makes
real-time tracking software

for personalized advertising.

Yeah.

Hmm.

(indistinct advertisements
playing over each other)

I think I know
how Anton Cross was killed.

Anton's software

exploits an obscure bug in the
location-tracking protocols

used by nearly all sensors.

Phones, cameras,

retinal scanners, bio-stamps,
even DNA readers,

enabling them all
to communicate in real time

to precisely track virtually
any person at any time.

So Anton created the guidance
system for the bullet?

RUDY:
Dorian, are you there?

Hang on, it's Rudy.

I have some information about
where the bullet came from.

According to Interpol,

the MEMS circuit
in the slug was

a Russian Army design.

A batch was stolen
from a Ukrainian armory

three months ago.

And the theft was linked

to a group called
Revolution Now.

A new weapon
for the black market.

Self-guided bullets that can
track down and kill anyone.

Rudy thinks the MEMS
in the bullet that killed Anton

were stolen by gunrunners.

So, Anton sold his software
to arms dealers.

And they killed
him with it.

What a world.

(man speaking Russian)

WOMAN:
The round was
fired miles away.

It's a lot of money.

Don't you see
what we have here?

It's worth it.

When can I get it?

Soon.

I want to see it work
for myself.

Follow me.

We'll use her.

Have to kill her anyway.

So Anton sells his genius
tracking software

to arms dealers.
Who take it and use it

to create a guidance system
for a new kind of bullet

that can track down anyone
wherever they are.

And once they get
what they needed from Anton,

they kill him with it.

So, how do we know they haven't
mass-produced them already?

We don't.
Well, they
just killed the man

who designed
the guidance system.

They wouldn't have done that
unless R & D was already done.

We need to find these dealers
and contain this.

We've already notified
FBI and DHS.

I'll check Anton's financials.

Maybe we can find out who
he sold the software to.

But I'm not optimistic--
he was in tech.

He'd know how to hide money.

I'd be happy to help,
Detective Stahl.

Don't stress
yourself, bot.

There's an easier way.

Your daddy's really good
at hiding money, right?

Why don't we just ask him
how it's done.

Stand up when you say that.

Oh, wait, you are.

Yeah, well, my parents
didn't have the money

to make me taller.

Or pretty.

Even if you were

genetically enhanced, Richard,

you would only be a taller jerk.

Anton's girlfriend said
he'd been meeting a headhunter

from a company called Kinsey.

It was the only new thing
in his life.

All we have is
her first name-- Natalie.

Can you check it out?

There are no Natalies
currently employed by Kinsey.

Maybe Kira got the name wrong.

Or maybe she's lying.

DORIAN:
Let's go ask her.

JOHN:
Hang on.

We know you were after something
in the evidence vault

when you assaulted
the precinct

with Insyndicate.

Are we really gonna
go through this again?

What was it?

Asked but not answered.

The same as the last 50 times.

This time,
it's different, Reinhardt.

This time,

I'm prepared
to offer you a deal.

(beeps, whirs)

You tell us what is here,

and we make a deal.

You're asking
for a big piece of information.

For that, I get a full walk.

That's not gonna happen.

It's worth it.

So close,

and yet so far away.

That must be frustrating.

Isn't that right, buddy?

Your girlfriend Anna

would be very impressed
to see you walk me around.

You do know that's
not her real name?

Wouldn't you just love

to get your hands around
that chick's throat?

I know where she is.

Would you like to know?

How bad?

Get her to let me walk.

We're gonna find her.

And we're gonna find
what you were after anyway.

Yeah, eventually, I guess.

If you get enough time.

But, um, do you really think

that I'm the only one
coming for it?

Get him out of here.

Thanks.

All right, let's go.

Were you really gonna
offer him a deal?

(sighs)
One I could live with, yeah.

A deal you could live with.

But what about
the families

of the 11 men killed
in the ambush?

And the men who died
in the assault?

Could they live with it?

I've been working
this nonstop

to try to figure
it out for them.

So you negotiate
with a murderer?

What are you afraid is in here?

Something even worse.

Here you go.

Kira.

We need to talk.

We suspect Anton was
selling your company's tech

to people
who killed him with it.

The headhunter
you mentioned-- Natalie?

We checked at Kinsey,
she doesn't exist.

You sure you got her name right?

No, I'm not absolutely sure.

How did you get her name?

I bumped into them on the street

near our office.

A couple weeks ago.

They were coming
back from lunch.

She had blonde hair,

Slavic accent.

Anton introduced her.

(computers trilling)

(whirring)

Could you identify her
if you saw her?

I think so, yes.

(computer trills)

(computers trilling)

(beeping)

(weapon whirs)

(whooshing)

John...

What?

MAN:
I thought you said
it never missed.

(bystanders chattering)

You okay?

(speaking Korean)

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Please remain still.

(oscillating tone)

Thank you for your cooperation.

And remember: hugs, not drugs.

Stay on this side of the wall
and respect authority.

JOHN:
How are your functions?

You okay to continue?

(speaking Korean)

Fantastic.

(gasps)

Hey-hey, it's okay, it's okay.

You're safe in here, Kira.

This truck is made of titanium.

They can't track you
in here.

I'd be dead
if it weren't for you.

Thank you.

(speaking Korean)

JOHN:
Kira, you must know
something about Anton.

That's why they tried
to kill you.

I don't.

If you're holding
anything back,

now is the time to tell us.

I don't.
I don't know anything.

I don't know why they
would want me dead, too.

Okay.

We're gonna transfer you
to a safe house,

a place where
you can't be tracked.

I'm not going anywhere
without my daughter.

My best friend
Janet has her.

I need to go see her right now.

She'll worry if I don't go home.

Okay. We'll bring her to you.
What's her name?

Aimee.

(computer trilling)

NATALIE:
I can't find her.
She's not coming up.

(sirens wailing)

(sirens stop)

Aimee!
Mommy!

I love you so much!

Oh, bless you.

We've got men
outside.

You'll be safe here.

For now, maybe,

but they will find me.
You have no idea.

That's what this technology
is designed to do.

I've seen what this technology
can do.

Kira, I need you to be
honest with yourself.

Is there any part of you
that doubts Anton?

Well...

Yes.
Why?

Because of how secretive
he was about where he was going

and who he was with.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

Because I didn't want
to believe it.

Whatever he was
involved with,

look what he's done to us.

He was like a father to her.

How could he
do this to us?

What if I got scrubbed?

I could go to a scrubber...
Kira...

...and erase everything
I know about Anton.

Whatever they think
that he told me,

I could have him extracted.

That might make sense
to you now, but...

I need to be here for her.
She's all that I've got.

And then maybe
they'll leave me alone...

when I'm no longer
a threat to them.

It doesn't work like that.
It wouldn't matter.

Look, forgetting Anton
is not the answer here.

Are you one of those
anti-scrubbers or something?

I don't agree with scrubbing.

Well, maybe if your life
depended on it, you would.

You have more faith
in the tech finding you

than me stopping it.
I understand that.

But I need you
to trust me.

Can you guarantee
that you can protect us?

No.

Look, I know you're worried
about your daughter,

but if this
technology gets out,

it'll change the
world we live in.

It'll change the world
that she lives in forever.

You know something.

We just gotta figure
out what it is.

But I can promise you
that my partner and I

will do everything we can
to protect you.

What do you need me to do?

(door opens)

(speaking Korean)

What's wrong with him?

JOHN:
Sure, you got it.

(Dorian singing in Korean)

Captain approves.
We're on.

Please make him stop.

RUDY:
It's a Korean
pop song.

I find it catchy
and soothing.

Rudy, if you don't do

something about this,
I'll shoot him, too.

(device beeps)

JOHN:
Thank you.

So, you're using
the young woman as bait?

Yeah. Kira's comm signals
are down.

She's off the grid.
We're gonna move her

from the safe house,

put her somewhere
underground,

turn the comms
back on.

Put her back on the grid?

Draw the arms dealers to us.

Um, perhaps,

do you need
any undercover help?

Does this in any way,

even tangentially,
involve sexbots?

Because I am quite willing...

Yeah, you know what, Rudy?

We're, um... we're good.

Thanks.

(phone rings)

Kennex.

VALERIE:
Hey, it's me.

Hey, how are you?

I got something for you.

Really? For me?
Uh, that's sweet.

You, uh... you shouldn't have.

I meant on the case.

I have something for you
on Anton.

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, I, uh... I knew that.

Uh-huh.

What do you got?

Anton Cross's car
has parking violations

outside Merit Bank.

Once, three weeks ago,

and then again a week
after that.

We checked surveillance,

and he did go inside the bank.

Now, there was no account
under his name,

but there was one
under a "Mark Cross."

Mark is Anton's middle name.

That's it.
That's the money trail.

Did you find the money he got
for selling the software?

No, there was no money
in the account,

but there was
a safe-deposit box.

Maybe the money's in there.

I'm gonna send you
the address now.

Okay, great. Thanks, Val.
We'll check it.

Here you go.
Thanks.

No bitcoins.

Wasn't hiding any money.

A lot of personal effects.

What do you make of this?

There's numbers on 'em.

Some sort of code.

A password maybe.

Video chip.

It's full.

Play it.

DISTORTED VOICE:
We can get to her at any time.

I think you know that.

Don't make a mistake
that can't be undone.

JANET:
Kira... do you think
this will work?

Can they protect you?

DISTORTED VOICE:
Deliver the third part

of the design schematic
by Thursday.

There will be no more time.

Anton wasn't facilitating
an arms deal.

He was being extorted.

Where is Kira Larsen?

John?
What?

I just received notification
that Kira Larsen has left

the secure building
five minutes ago.

She's gone.

JOHN:
Look, these guys

aren't gonna stop
until they find Kira.

Until we find her,
the only lie

we have left to chase
is Natalie.

Anton lied about her
for a reason.

Kira said she saw them outside
and near their office

two weeks ago
coming back from lunch.
Yeah?

Well, we know what Anton
and Kira look like.

So why not use facial recog
to search for them

and another woman
in the vicinity

of their office
a couple weeks ago?

There's a lot of faces
in the city.

There's something
you need to see.

(man speaking Chechen)

DHS was able to pull this
off a black site

which they were able to trace
back as far as Estonia.

The language is Chechen.

"With a maximum range
of two kilometers,

"the Magic Bullet can locate
a single human target

"with an accuracy
of 25 centimeters.

"Fast, precise,

"and with little or no risk
to operator exposure,

"the Magic Bullet
is also a bargain

at the designated price
per round."

Tie up a loose end and make
an infomercial out of it.

That's pretty cool.

Cost-effective.

Captain, we just intercepted
a signal

from Kira Larsen's
personal comm.

Bring it up.

DORIAN:
Looks like Kira went
with your plan.

(whirs, beeps)

Okay, now what?

Now we wait.

All right.

NATALIE:
Got her. But she's underground.

The bullet can't reach her.

We'll have
to go get her.

(computer trilling)

DORIAN:
She still hasn't moved.

3435 Randall Avenue.

What's listed at 3435 Randall?

It's listed
as a plumbing supply,

closed for the last 11 months.

Yeah, there's at least

half a dozen memory shops
on that block.

Bet she's gone to a scrubber.

Two lefts, then a right.

Hey, what are you doing?

(sobbing)

Beat it.

We got to go.

We don't have much time.
I want them to find me.

I want them to find me!
And when they

get here, they can watch me
having my memory scrubbed!

I don't know why they're
trying to kill me,

but I know it's gotta have
something to do with Anton!

I told you, if I get rid
of everything in my head

about him,
they'll leave me alone.

It wouldn't matter.

Look, we think we know

why they tried to kill you.

That woman you saw
Anton with, Natalie,

we believe she's an arms dealer,
and you can identify her.

DORIAN:
John.

We need to hurry.

Let's go, Kira.

Get down!

DORIAN:
Backup units
will be here

in under three minutes.
Great.

That should give them just
enough time to kill us.

Can you draw their fire?!

Go.

(gasps)

(whimpering)

Mine's still alive.

Mine's done.
MAN:
Police.

Get your hands up. Hands up!
Police!

Let me see your hands!
All clear.

Roger, Detective.
MAN:
Clear!

MAN:
We got a code four!

Kira.

Get her out of here.

MAN:
Come on. Let's go.

You're all right.
Come with us.

You've certainly taken
your fair share today.

I'll send you
the bill.

DISTORTED VOICE:
We can get to her at any time.

I think you know that.

Don't make a mistake
that can't be undone.

Deliver the third part

of the design schematic
by Thursday.

There will be no more time.

Where did you get this?

DORIAN:
They're threats.

We found the videos

in a safety-deposit box
Anton had.

Wh-What?

Anton traded his software
to protect you.

They needed
his expertise,

and they used you to get it.

Anton traded his software
to save your life

and the life
of your daughter.

We found these.

Do you know
what these numbers mean?

He said he would save them,
and he did.

When we first met,
he wrote down

his phone number on a piece
of paper with a pen, and...

He was old-fashioned
that way.

I ripped it up.

And he said
he would win me over...

and that he would keep this
as a memento.

We used to write notes
to each other...

...in pen.

(sighs)

I can't tell you how happy I am
that I can remember that.

I want you to have this.

No, really, I...

Please.

I wouldn't have any of him
if it weren't for you.

Thank you.

DORIAN:
Kira, I'll walk you out.

Could you please put that
back into evidence?
Mm-hmm.

You know, I have something
for you.

For me?
Yeah.

You're pulling my leg.

No, I do this time.
I mean it. I do.

Um... um...

it's an energy chew.

Oh, wow.
Yeah.

For me?

I thought you might need it.

You shouldn't have.
I know.

I got something for you.

For me?
Yeah.

(chuckles)

Paper.

Is that a pen?

(chuckling):
Wow.

Sorry.

(laughs)

Uh, thanks for the chew.

Thank you.

(laughs)

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
End of watch.

All synthetics report
to charging stations.

IP Sec already has a
task force up and running.

They're confident
they'll be able

to plug the
location-tracking exploit.

Until the next one
pops up.
Yep.

John.

Thanks for not destroying
any MX's today.

Yeah, well...

the night is young.