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We will begin then with this.

But now you're here.

You are here and I am here
to instruct you for a time.

And I should like to instruct you
in serenity.

In awareness.

Of time and consequentially,
in the awareness of self

as the self is an entity
that passes through time.

And I should like
to instruct you in solitude.

Inconsequentially,
in the awareness of the self

as a solitary construct.

We shall begin then...

with contemplation.

Consider these waves for a while.

Consider them any way you please.

Think...whatever you like.

Good. Continue.

Now...

..as you continue contemplating...

allow the periphery of your awareness

to focus on this question.

How are you contemplating these waves?

Are you staring at one particular spot?

Or is your eye roving

without rhyme or reason,
without pattern or purpose?

Or are you following

one individual wave?

Excepting perhaps its trajectory

as your own.

Or...

Or are you following the red dot?

I didn't ask you to.

I say again...

are you following the red dot?

For your sakes, I hope not.

Because this red dot...is your enemy.

Well, yes, it is your guide.

But, for that very reason...

it is also your nemesis.

So you must follow it...

but ignore it as you do so.

And if you can accomplish
that impossible task...

..ignoring your guide,
even as you follow it...

..then you will go where you need to go.

If you can accomplish this...

then you will have arrived.

Every day has at least one beginning.

And this day is no exception.

Through this day, moves a crowd.

This crowd of people...

this crowd of people is named Alan.

Alan can't remember where he's headed...

..but he knows that if he keeps walking,
he'll get there.

He thinks to himself,

"I may not know much, but I know this."

"My name is Alan...

"today is my birthday...

"and I am on my way."

"What was I thinking?"

Alan thinks to himself. "That was lucky."

But he doesn't feel lucky.

He feels as though
something bad was not avoided

but is happening right now.

When he arrives at work,

Alan cannot remember his password.

Maybe he's written it down,

but he's written down a lot of words.

The question is, which one?

He decides to take an early lunch.

He thinks to himself,

"I may not know much, but I know this.

"My name is Alan.

"I can't remember my
password and I am on my way."

But then he sees something troubling.

A door, where obviously
no doors should be.

He doesn't know
if it's a puzzle or a clue...

but he knows he needs to understand it.

There must be
an explanation for the door...

..but not a simple one.

Alan would not believe the simple,
obvious explanation,

even if one were available.

He will only accept an explanation

as complicated and unlikely
as the door itself.

He thinks to himself,

"I may not know much, but I know this."

"My name is Alan.

"I'm looking for an explanation

"and I am on my way."

Let's go!

No, you go.

No, I'll go.

You go.

No, me!

No, I'll go.

The day so far feels inconclusive.

An inscrutable door,

a forgotten password and a close call.

He's having a hard time tying
all of these events

into a single coherent story.

He stuck his head in front of the car...

and, had he died,

it would have been entirely his fault.

Another Alan, in a circumstantially
different world, might have been killed.

And having done nothing
to differentiate himself from that Alan...

he must accept this death as his own

and carry it with him.

Returning home, Alan cannot remember

which key is the one
that will let him back inside.

How strange that he can be
the one who locked the door

and yet not know the way back in.

He's not certain
that he wants the door to open,

that he wants to remember how.

The day is almost over.

Alan records his diary entries.

It is best to hold on
to the simple things.

The simple act of keeping a diary

to know that no piece
of your day gets lost.

The simple act of getting ready for bed.

To know that it's the same bed
you'll wake up in tomorrow.

The simple act of putting something down
and picking it up again.

To know that you're the same person

before and after.

As Alan drifts off to sleep,

he cannot for a moment
remember his own name.

And then he hears a voice

speaking to him.

Actually, a million voices
in perfect unison.

They speak a very few words

just before he disappears.

And what they say is this.

"Your name is Alan...

"and you are on your way."

Archive materials ATR-004.85.

The following document, of unknown origin,

was discovered on a subway car
at Young and Wellsley.

Southbound.

Discovered at 6.43pm,

I stayed on the car
until it closed down at 12.30am.

The item was not claimed.

It is filed under reference code

B-L-Y and Category B-3-2.

Shelf number three.

Second from the bottom.

VHS videotape.

It goes on like this for the
duration of the tape, six hours.

It was recorded in extra long play mode.

This is how it ends.

This video transfer will be stored
in Section L, shelf three.

This audio log will be stored
in Section P, Shelf Four.

End of entry.

This is Hal. Where are you?

Hi, Al, it's Don.

I just left 28th and Francis,
I'm walking south to 4th Street.

I'll be there in about 25 minutes.

I'll call you then. Bye.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Morning, Hal.

Hi.

This is Verna.

Hi, Simon? No, you're breaking up.

Okay, you're at Empire and...
Simon is at Empire and Dusan.

- He's heading east to Parliament.
- Transport?

He's taking a cab and then he's going
to go southeast on foot.

Okay, Simon, I've got 10 minutes to 8:00.

OK, we'll talk to you in an hour.

Estimate.

At 8:50, with his land speed on foot,

he'll be at River and Hepburn.

This is Verna. Hi, Michaela.

- Uh-huh.
- Transport?

Marcus, where are you headed?

This is Hal. Who's this?

- No, just call me when you get there.
- Destination?

- All right.
- Hi. Danielle.

At Beach and Gibson.

So, call me then.

- Marcus is headed to...
- Estimate.

This is Verna.

- Yeah.
- I can't hear you.

- Heather is at Marx and Fort William.
- No.

John, how are you?

Morning.

Yes. This is Sharon.

- And where are you headed?
- Sam, hello.

Be there in...eight minutes.

Kim? Hey, Kim.

Stephanie is taking the bus
east on Ninth Street.

This is Hal, who is this?

Hi, it's Sharon.

- This is Verna. Hi. Michelle.
- Hello.

- Go for it.
- Transport.

- All right.
- Bruce.

- Estimate.
- Estimate.

Hang on a second, Bruce.

Sabrina is on 43rd...

- Dwight.
- Five-one-five.

- South.
- On foot.

Six-six.

- Duplex.
- Bye.

Michelle is going from Oxford and
Grosvenor to Stafford and Cordon.

Bruce is headed for Manning and Duplex
to Princess and Grace.

This is Verna. Hi, Norm.

- This is Hal.
- Hal.

Edgar?

- Hello.
- Hal, I don't want to stay here.

Fine, fine. Where are you?

I'm calling from a public terminal.

I'm going to head east. No, no, no.

South. Um, intersection of Park and Grant.

I'll catch a cab.

- Uh...
- Yeah. Me too.

- West.
- Check back then.

That sounds good. It's 7.54.

- I'll call you.
- Okay.

Edgar's heading due
south to Grant and Clark.

Morning. Yes, this is Sharon.

Okay, what's your watch say?

Okay, good. Call me when you're halfway.

Marci's at Grant
and taking a taxi east to Clark.

Grant and Clark?

- Mm-hm.
- That's where Edgar's headed.

Hal? What do we...?

Just let it happen.

This is Hal.

- Hi, Sean.
- Wait...

- Right.
- Cab.

Bus.

- Transport.
- Eight minutes.

Wrong number.

Bye.

- This is Verna.
- Hi, it's me.

Yeah, I'm at Grant's and Clark.

I should be there in...one...minute.

I'll hold on till you get there.

- Talk.
- I'm just about there.

Right on schedule.

Where's Hal?
I was talking to Hal last time.

He's busy.

Is that Edgar?

Yeah, that's him.

So, we're going to take a cab
heading north?

- I am?
- Yeah.

I see one.

That is totally him.

Someone's inside.

They're waving at me.

Hey.

Hey?

Marcy, are you still in the cab?

- Listen, we really can't have...
- I don't know how to track...

..Two people in the same place
at the same time.

Hi, I'm at the corner of...

Hi. I called... I called an hour ago?

- This is Hal, where are you?
- Yeah, I'm there right now.

Holland Street,

There's a bunch of taxis here...

This is Hal. Where are you?

Archived materials STJ.013-BLY

The following documents of unknown origin

were discovered half a block north
of Dahlstrom and 23rd Street.

I remained on site until nightfall.

The items were not claimed.

Items are filed under reference code LF

in category NQ5,

shelf number 96,
third from the top.

The paper document was transferred
to acetate for archival purposes.

It says simply, "What English
language word starts with H-E

"and ends with a H-E? It's not 'He'."

It's just an idea.

You could never actually do it
in real life, of course.

But you just have to imagine
that the book is possible.

So, imagine there's
this person in this room

and he doesn't understand
a single character of Chinese.

But the book tells him what to do.

It's like a game of solitaire.

Well, really, it is a game of solitaire,

an incredibly complicated and tedious one.

But what else can he do?

He has no way of knowing

that he's actually answering reading
comprehension questions in Chinese,

The sheet of paper contains a brief story

and a series of questions
about that story.

And he's answering
these questions because...

..although he doesn't realise it,
the book is telling him how.

This book contains the entire
series of recognitions and instructions

that you contain in your head
for the purpose of language.

But, so, the point is,

where is the consciousness here?

In the book? Obviously not.

The book is just a series of instructions.

The book doesn't understand anything.

But the human subject...

he doesn't understand anything either.

This is effectively

a working scale model of the mind.

But in this model...

consciousness is nowhere to be found.

I should say, again,

this is just an idea
for the sake of argument.

That's why it's called
a thought experiment,

because it's impossible.
You could never actually do it.

That it can be conceived
and thought upon...

..is all it's necessary.

And that's exactly what everybody said,

because, you know,
because they were scared

or they were unimaginative,

you know, the point of experiments
is to get results, right?

So we wrote the book.

Yes. We managed to build a working model,

but in order for it to work,
we had to fit it in a room.

Something that ideally would fill
100 libraries, compacted to fill a room.

The room understands
Chinese perfectly well.

The room is doing the thinking.

And when I say room, I mean the...

I mean the room and everything in it.

The whole system.

Ask the room if it understands Chinese

and it will answer yes,
and it'll be telling the truth.

It'll take a while,
but it'll tell you the truth.

The book is full of compression,
of self references,

recursive loops and closed
circuits,

phenomena that in a human personality

would be analogous to paranoia, egoism,

narcissism and obsessive
compulsive disorder.

So effectively, the room succeeds.

It succeeds in stimulating the
consciousness of a sociopathic Neanderthal

with mid to high level
functioning in Chinese.

I knew that people
would say it was too easy,

too easy for me to implement the
scenario and then distance myself from it.

You know, to set up the dominoes
and watch them fall.

So I put myself in the system.

And I knew that it would work.

Because...for a number of reasons,
you know, among them, the fact that

that I don't understand Chinese.

Yeah.

So what was the result?

Um... The...

With all the cognitive loops
we had to build into the book, um...

I knew he'd get stuck in them
sooner or later.

It was his idea.

Um... The...

I mean, I spent a long time
in there, you know, and I...

I mean, the thing is that
you spend, you know,

you spend enough time doing something
and you focus for long enough on...

..you know, on every little detail.

Then you start to lose sight of the, uh...

In a way, I'm not, I'm not here right now.

You know?

I know that you're asking me things...

and I seem to have some level
of understanding because, you know,

because I'm answering, you know,

but I have no awareness
of that understanding.

You know, you're asking me questions
and I'm, you know, I'm responding

with words that make sense and following,
you know, the rules of syntax and...

..but, but, yeah, I mean,
what do they refer to?

What do they mean? I don't know.

I...you know, I literally have no idea
what I'm talking about.

Do you understand?

Because I don't I, I have no idea
what I'm saying to you right now.

Archive material L3Z.111.33-M.

The following document of unknown origin

was discovered at the reference library
on 74th Street.

Dewey decimal 458.14.

Obviously not part of that library's
collection and no labels, cards,

stickers of any kind.

It's filed in Section L, shelf nine.

Transferred to acetate.

Oh, hang on.

Abrada...

Abraca...

Abrada...

Never mind.

I haven't figured the other
one out yet either.

Audio log 487-A.

Inquiry into the nature of the archive.

This used to be a room,

but it's not just a room any more.

When did it stop being a room
and start being something else?

It's possible that the change occurred
as soon as I found the first document.

I thought it might belong to someone...

so I gave it some time.

I waited a reasonable length of time.

And longer.

Nobody claimed it.

So I knew it was mine.

It took me a while to find
the proper playback equipment.

When I finally heard it,
it meant nothing to me.

Are you staring at one particular spot?

Or is your eye rolling?

But the next day...

The next day, I found another.

And it hasn't stopped since then.

Whether these documents
bring me to them or whether

my path determines their location...

it's very simple.

I walk until I find something.

I always find something.

And then I take these documents
from the places where they have

no apparent purpose
other than for me to find them

and give them a place to be.

And whether these documents
are clues in some way

or are themselves
puzzles to be solved, in either case,

what is important is that I have a system
to keep track of them all.

It's possible that the change occurred
when I first implemented this system.

That may have been
what made this room into something...

..other than a room.

Conclusion - no conclusion available yet.

I don't know when this room stopped

being a room and started being an archive.

But it doesn't matter.

The archive was always here...

waiting for me to find it.

And it's still waiting, for me
to give it its proper shape

and, once I've done that...

I'll understand why I'm doing this.

Once there was a boy who was different.

He was special.

Because his eyes
were super strong.

They were so good at seeing,
he only needed one.

Everyone else needs two eyes,
but he didn't.

And one day one of his eyes went blind...

..because he didn't need it anymore.

So it just stopped.

But nobody else could see things
the way he could.

They didn't understand
the pictures he drew...

and he always lost the games
they wanted to play.

So he spent a lot of time in his room,

making up his own games,

that he knew how to win.

But he wanted to find a way
to show people how he saw things

and he wanted to invent a game
that everybody else could play too.

When he grew up,

he invented something.

The thing he invented was a special eye...

..with a computer in it.

It was just like his.

It was so good at seeing,

you only needed one.

First, he even gave himself one,

so the people would all know it worked.

And then all the blind people got one.

And now everybody could see.

Nobody was blind any more
and all the people loved him.

But then all the blind people,
who weren't blind any more...

..were talking on TV
about how great it was,

so all the other people
saw them on TV and wanted to be like that.

So all sorts of people
started to get a special eye.

They even got rid of their other eye
because it wasn't as good

and they all wanted to be
just like the inventor.

It was like they were part of a club,

playing a game and the game
got bigger and bigger.

And the bigger it got,

the more everybody loved him.

But he hadn't won yet.

There was still one
more thing he needed to do.

So then, one day, he got on a train,

for a very long trip...

..because nobody can see you

or stop you when you're on a train.

And when he was on the train,

he did something
with the computer thing in his eye,

and then, suddenly, everyone in the world
with one of his special eyes

saw what he saw.

They couldn't see
what was right in front of their faces.

They can only see what he saw.

Everybody, all over the place.

And then he closed the computer programme

and he had a password that nobody knew.

So they would never be able
to stop seeing what he saw.

And that's how he won.

Do you like my story?

The way it ends is they put him in jail.

But that doesn't matter because
he'll never tell them the password.

So, all the people with his eye,

all they can ever see is the jail.

It's like they all stay
in that room with him.

Forever.

Or at least till he dies.

And then I wonder, if he goes to heaven...

If he does, then everyone will see it.

Unless they figure out the password first.

But they won't.

Archive material.

Something's missing.

Oh, hi, little girl. Do you mind?

- Hello?
- What are you doing?

I'm waiting for some better wave action.

- How come?
- Look, would you just...

could you just move over here, please?

- Thank you.
- What's these?

Those are my keys.

What's this do?

It's a chain, a key chain.
It doubles as a laser pointer.

Put it down.

Hey!

- Hey! Leave that alone, that's mine!
- Let's get out of here, come on!

How does this work?

Where's my laser pointer?

- Somewhere.
- Where?

What's the secret word?

Please?

That's the special word.

I don't know the secret word.

How does this work?

Here, this is the aperture, down here.

You have it dialled down, it has to be...

It has to be turned up.

Like so. Okay?

Can we help you make your movie?

No, you can watch me make my movie.

How's that? Is that all right?

Now, just...

just keep looking.

Now, think about how you're looking.

- What's this supposed to do?
- Ah-ah-ah!

Don't say anything. Just think.

Is your eye moving all around

- or is it still...
- No, it's staying in one spot.

- Don't talk. Okay? You'll wreck it.
- Well, then, you're wrecking it.

No, I'm allowed.
I'm the only one who is allowed.

- So just think...
- Is this your job?

Where's my keychain?

- I forget.
- No, you don't.

Yeah, I do.

I want to be in the movie.

It's not that kind of movie.

- It could be.
- Not really.

Maybe if we could be in the movie,
I'd remember where.

Okay, look, I need 45
more seconds of the waves, okay?

Then you can be in it. All right?

Just, quiet, all right?

One minute.

Okay. Okay, now,

see, now you're in the movie, okay?

Do you know that when a baby's born,
it knows everything in the world?

Oh, yeah? Well, then how come after
it's born it remembers nothing?

Because an angel comes
down and touches it here...

..and it forgets everything.

Okay, you go.

- No, you go now.
- Okay, I'll go.

- I'll go now.
- Okay, now your turn.

Okay.

- Okay, you.
- Okay.

- Now.
- Let's both go.

- I'll go.
- Okay, you go.

No, I'm gonna go now.

Okay you go. Your turn.

No, wait.

Okay, now it's my turn.

- Let's all go.
- How about me?

Let's all go together.

Hold still!

Ow! Fuck!

Archive material L3Z.111.33-M.

The following item of unknown
origin was discovered...

Wait.

Wrong slide tray.

Archive material 354...

- Wait.
- Obviously not.

The book is just
a series of instructions...

Fuck!

- I'm recording over...
- The book doesn't understand...

..anything about the human subject.

He doesn't understand anything either.

This is a fantasy,

a working scale model of the mind.

But, in this model, consciousness...

is nowhere to be found.

Today is my birthday...

and I am on my way.

I should say again, this is just an idea,
for the sake of argument.

That's why it's called a thought...

What was I thinking?

..Because his eyes were...

..Because it's impossible.
You could never actually do it...

..He feels as though something bad...

I don't know where anything is any more.

What's the point of keeping track

if things don't stay where you put them?

- But nobody else could see things...
- He's having a hard time...

- And I should like to instruct you...
- ..into a single a coherent story...

Consequentially, in the awareness...

They didn't understand
the pictures he drew.

- ..Alan recorded...
- ..as a solitary construct.

..and he always lost
the games they wanted to play.

The simple act of keeping a diary

to know that no piece
of your day gets lost.

The simple act of getting ready for bed,

to know that it's the same bed
you'll wake up in tomorrow.

The simple act of putting something down
and picking it up again.

To know that you're the same person
before and after.

Do you like my story?

I thought if I organized
these materials properly,

I would understand...

But the archive...

..the archive obviously doesn't like

the way I've put them together.

Are you staring at one particular spot...

Or is your eye roving, without...

Either the archive materials are moving
around by themselves

or I'm moving them around

without realizing it.

I don't know which is worse.

I don't know.

If I could consider these documents
in the proper configuration...

..it would become clear.

But...

..things aren't staying where I put them.

And I'm pretty sure it's not my fault.

So, imagine...

Imagine that you're
walking down a hallway and...

it has lots of doors in it

and behind each door there's a room.

And on the other side of these rooms,

there's another hallway,

with access to many other doors
and many other rooms.

And you need to know what is there.

Because if you don't know what is there...

..you'll always be lost.

Fortunately, there is a room...

one room, with two doors
one on either side...

with access to it,
it allows you passage through.

It's an anomaly.
It shouldn't have been there.

No, no, it shouldn't
have ever been built like that.

But it was and it is and it's there.

Or rather, it was there.

And that world, the world
you needed to go to,

the world you needed to be in,

it's no longer there.

No, it's gone.

All there is is a drop.

Gravity.

And if you walk through...you fall.

And when you fall...

you have two fears.

The fear...

that your fall will be met by the ground.

And the fear...that it won't.

Question.

Why are you here?

No, no, no, I mean, why are you here now?

This session today, why did you come here?

You came here because everything you see,

there's something in you that's saying,

"What the fuck is that?"

You're looking at me now,
I'm looking at you,

there's a voice inside both of us, saying,

"What the hell is that?"

"What the hell has it got to do with me?"

You came here today

to try to find a way
to make that voice be quiet.

I came here today to try to find a way

to help you make it go away.

But that little voice...
will never shut up.

Even though you can't hear it,
it's still talking

and you are still listening.

Hello.

Hello?

Hello.

Why are you calling me?

- You called me.
- No!

Hal, the lines are haywire again.

Where are you?

I'm at...

Grant and Clark.

Cool. So, you're going to
take a cab heading west.

I am?

Yeah.

I see one.

Someone's inside.

- They're waving at me.
- Hey.

Hi.

You're new.

Get in.

- I don't think I'm supposed to be here.
- Hello?

- Marcie?
- Hello?

Are you still in the cab?

- Yeah.
- They didn't get in the same...

- I don't really know how to track two...
- Shit.

Well, tell Hal that he can call me
if the system crashes.

We can't really have
two people in the same place.

For once, I would just like
to not be at the behest

of an itinerary made by some
gargantuan...

fucking...idiot...robot.

Don't worry, you'll get used to it.

I'm Marcie.

So what did you do before this?

I'm...

an archivist.

Well, I will tell you one thing -
once you start this job,

you will not have room
in your head for anything else.

- What's this?
- That's, uh...

Do you know a word that starts
with H-E and ends with H-E?

Do you know one that has
the letters ADAC in it?

"Abracadabra" doesn't work.

There's no way to deduce
that kind of problem,

you just have to hope
the answer comes to you.

So what can you do?

And if I can't solve a simple...

How am I supposed to...?

Did you hear about
the dictionary for masochists?

It's got all the words in it.

They're just not in any particular order.

That's horrible.

Yeah, it's...pretty bad.

Well, we have two problems.

And if you just put
them together...

Oh!