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MOM, I WAS STUDYING IN CELINA'S ROOM
UNTIL LATE LAST NIGHT. I SLEPT HERE.

I heard you surfed YouTube

And Googled around a bit too

Watched porn using a VPN

Still don't understand?

Don't worry!

Sex!

I love sex.

There's simply nothing better than sex.

Touching, feeling, kissing…

Hands twirling, bodies swirling…

Some male-ing and some female-ing.

Some pressing and undressing.

Just remember to keep it all chill.

No feelings.

Sex is all about two bodies being in sync.

And when they are in sync…

they sing.

But all bodies
have their individual rhythm.

There's a lot of giving

and a lot of getting.

Please leave a 5-star rating, madam.

But the ratio of giving and getting
is different for everyone.

You draw your own boundaries.

You know, should we plan
a seaside holiday?

It's still on the list.

Sure.

I sent you some flight options too.

Did you take a look?

We're just two months away from the pitch,

and this is where we're at?

Kailash!

Ma'am, one system is not able
to handle multiple hyper-real worlds.

If we could get your coding expertise…

If I started doing your work, Mr Chandran,
then what would you do?

I only need one thing from you guys.

Your A-game.

A-game. I was born with it.

That means no distractions

caused by words starting with "L" and "S".

"Life" and "Sleep"?

Something important?

No. Sorry, ma'am.

Are you a true LOL fan or a faker?

Hello.

I put the "legend" in League of Legends.

Where I come from, they say,
"Barking dogs seldom bite."

Really? Well, tell me
when you want to play. It's on.

Tell me your username.

"Dimple-No-Damsel."

Don't judge. I was just 15 years old then.
What's yours?

"Revenge-of-the-Rith."

Wow! So much cooler.

Ahuja.

Show at least some courtesy
to your teacher.

And by the way, it's Dean now.

And your Ethics class is in progress.

With all due respect, Dean, sir,

no one can respect
an Ethics class, please.

Why?

Sir, ethics in AI
tries to regulate imagination.

Also, NNIT has
so many cool things going on,

while here we're stuck in first gear.

Good point.

Let's challenge NNIT.

As it happens,
needling Nahata is my favourite pastime.

Next week,

I'll propose a debate.

You'd better argue in top gear.

I've already got two participants, and…

No. Sir, next month,
I'm scheduled to fall sick.

Painkillers, Ahuja.

If one is not enough, take two.

-Yuck.
-What?

Sir, that was quite a dad joke.

He's old enough to be a dad.

-What did you just say?
-Sorry, sir.

-Bye, ma'am.
-Bye-bye. See you.

Puchki, what's the matter?

Bye, Zeenat, ma'am.

-Bye, ma'am.
-Bye.

-Bye, ma'am.
-Bye.

What happened?

We're moving to Alwar.
My parents are going too.

Will you come with us?

I'm going to miss you
very, very, very much.

So, listen,
Nandini is being a little difficult.

It's going to be a bit rough,
but I can manage a few days.

I've shortlisted three resorts.
180 Degree Ocean…

Anmol, I'm so sorry. I forgot to tell you.

This weekend, I won't be able to make it.

Why?

An issue has arisen in college.
I need to be there.

A minor issue or a major one?

There's a professor.

The rock star of the socio department,
Titu Goswami.

He's been harassing a female student
for the last three months.

And our shameless admin,

all they've done is give him
four weeks' leave.

Paid too. Can you imagine?

So we're protesting
to have him permanently ousted.

-And I need to be there.
-Let's go.

Everyone's waiting for you.

I have to run. I'm sorry.

I'll call you back later. Love you.

Love you.

-"Love you"?
-Shut up, Maddy!

Hey, what's wrong?

Is everything okay?

Yes.

I just wish you were here.

It would be nice.

Show.

Show!

Insecurity, confusion, miscommunication.

They're like free gifts
with every relationship.

That's why my scene is sorted, bro.

Relationship without
any of the relation-shit.

Listen, I'm your bex ever, no?

Bex? What's that?

"Best Sex Ever"!

Maybe the Bex is yet to come.

Daksh, my dear baby.

-Celina? One last kiss.
-What? Are you crazy?

Neck check.

-It's all good.
-Yours can be seen.

Where? No.

Listen, don't get too attached, okay?

Let's just keep it cazh.

The only attachments found in my life
are in my emails. So relax.

"Let's just keep it cazh."

Celina…

Will you meet my parents in a few days?

The fuck, dude!
Please explain your definition of cazh.

I mean, for lunch.

Those two oldies
will bore me to death, man.

Just come for moral support.
You know I have issues.

-Don't we all? Fine, I'll come.
-Cool. Thank you.

It just needs a few raps.

Thank you.

The bangs are banging, by the way.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's…

It's really good
to have you around, Dimple.

Thank you.

See you around.

Dimple?

We are going
to see each other around a lot.

So it would be better
if we figured out our relationship status.

Will it be an awkward
"Hi, bye" type status?

We can send each other memes?

Or we can bitch about Nandini Nahata.

Or I can help you with some subjects also.

Actually, there's one subject
that you can help me with.

Look, I have three versions.

Rated-R, Rated-X,

or just outright dirty.

Man, keep your voice down.

-Why do you want to tell everyone…
-Down?

Well… We are… We were…

-No, it's cool.
-It's cool.

Our encounters are always awkward anyway.

In this area,
I've got all the bases covered.

What is your problem exactly?

Maybe, I'm not, like…

sexy.

Maybe that's why his…

No!

On the outside, you may be like…

On the inside, you are like…

Yes, you are.

What look will you give him? Show me.

This is going to need a lot of work, man.

Listen up.

So…

How'd it go, sis?

So your temperature was so searingly hot

that the very sight of you
made his tea boil over?

You know what you need?

You need to restrain him.

Are you fucking crazy?

Can't she ever leave you alone?

-She's my boss…
-No.

Fine. Hang out with her.

-Okay, sorry…
-No, that's fine.

Dimple, please come here.

-Come here.
-Sorry. Do you need your phone?

Forget the phone. Please come here.

Baby, come here.

"Baby!"

Bro, you know what I think?

You're unable to set the mood.

Try changing the location.

Break into her house.

Are you crazy? Her mom stays with her.

Yeah, so? Moms are hot.

-No? Keep your options open, bro.
-Fuck! Just play.

The thing about sex is

bodies come into sync

only when the minds are in sync.

Isn't one's own self-doubt enough without
parents jumping in to ruin your life?

Just a matter of one lunch, bro.
This too shall pass.

Fuck self-doubt!

Dad, I was thinking,

once Betterverse is open for all,

then we should definitely
buy property there.

You and your tech fantasies.

I've already invested a lot.

So, what have you been up to, Celina?

Nothing much, Auntie.

I do the marketing for Betterverse.
Basically, I'm a glorified slave.

So far, so good.

Really?

She always underplays things, Mom. Guys…

She developed an app
called Proud and About.

Thanks to that,
she's funding her own education now.

Why don't you let your influence
rub off on him also now na?

Yes, do it.

Uncle, he needs no influencing.

He's really good at what he does.

I still feel he should have done medicine.

But now that you're here,

make sure you're the next Elon Musk
by the time you leave.

-Missing the annual performance review?
-Anmol?

So good to see you.

-Hey, smokin'.
-Hello.

Steak? Medium rare?

You know it, Uncle.
Sorry, Auntie, I'm a little late.

I was handling some important
Betterverse stuff, you know.

-Krish, shouldn't you have been there?
-No. Why would he be there?

These are high-level decisions, after all.

And Krish is still an assistant.

Assistant?

You see, Auntie, these days,
it's easy to find bosses.

They're a dime a dozen.

But finding a good assistant
is really difficult.

And Krish is one of our finest.

He's rare like steak.

I never scored less than 97% in academics.

Two-time state-level tennis champion
and All India Mathlete winner.

But to my dad, I'm still a ne'er-do-well.

What's the point of waiting

or hoping that things will change?

It's all a bloody waste of time.

What are you thinking about?

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

Quickie?

You don't have quickie-face,
you've got sickie-face.

This gloomy-broody vibe
doesn't suit you, man.

He's my sneaky link

For horizontal refreshment, peak technique

He's the king in the segment

Guaranteed returns on every investment

This guy's a storm
And he makes me wanna go

"Mmm, ah, I want some more"

My knees go weak
Looking at his physique

He's the Bex I ever had
Not a thing I would tweak

Not just the snack, a whole buffet, honey.

Yum yum

Can I get some?

-Wow! I was wrong.
-Yum.

There's something better than even sex.

I think some love is happening
in this chill situation.

It'll get really late.

Perhaps the boundary is so blurred
that it's pointless to redraw it.

The situation
has turned tricky, buddy. Fuck!

Where's Anmol? I've been texting you.

-He and Sai won't be coming.
-Why?

Actually, they both are

really stressed over the haptic suit.

-Hey.
-Weren't we supposed to attend together?

I have been waiting for half an hour.

I… Listen. I sent you a text.
Just a second. Here.

Listen, I'm so sorry.

I typed out this message,
I just forgot to send it.

Ms Nandini's call interrupted me.

But now I've finished all her work,
and I'm all yours.

-I'm…
-Rishi!

Oh, God. Please tell me
there's another Rishi on this campus.

Rishi, I need you here.

Yes, ma'am. One second.

Sorry. I'm so sorry. Sorry.

So, I was saying… Yes.

-Hi.
-Just make sure you…

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to this NNIT versus LLIT debate.

A platform for a discussion
of new ideas via

civilized arguments.

These two are bringing their personal
problems into a professional setup

and we both end up labouring for it.

It's correct, after all.

Personal and professional
are best kept separate.

Yeah.

What?

And our first topic is…

Should AI-generated art be allowed
to compete with human art?

Krish Katyal, for.

-Anuradha Ray, against.
-Go on.

What was the secret
behind Mona Lisa's mysterious smile?

Or the depth of Van Gogh's angst
in the swirling blues of Starry Night?

All art comes from deep human emotions.

Intentionality and the ability to convey

personal experiences and cultural context.

I believe that this debate
can only be valid

the day that AI can truly feel.

He seems to feeling a tad too much.

Thanks for the support, Aalif.

So where was I?

Time!

Nowhere!

So since my worthy…

opponent

didn't really say much,

let me start by saying that feelings

are overrated.

Lover boy.

Are you in love with her?

Hey!

No.

Yes. Of course.

It's written on your face.

I can show you a foolproof plan
to woo her.

Relax.

I'll help you.

I'm an expert.

Krish.

Aalif Ansari.

Aloo.

Aloo.

-Aloo.
-Yes.

Is facial recognition technology

an invasion of privacy?

Celina Matthews, for.

Rith Joshi, against.

This topic was debatable
in the 2000s, perhaps.

Privacy is virtually non-existent anyway
these days.

So one can argue that

you can't invade something that
does not exist in the first place.

Unlike my worthy opponent here,

I don't have such a cynical attitude.

I cherish my privacy.

Ah, excuse me…

And I don't want every

Tom, Dick, Harish, and Yogesh
to, let's say,

open my phone by just pointing it
at my face.

Celina, please wait for your turn.

Facial recognition technologies
help solve major crimes.

And if my worthy opponent is worried about

Harish and Yogesh
trying to open your phone,

I would suggest…

Your suggestion can go fly a kite.

I'm not worried about Harish and Yogesh.

I'm worried about people like you
going where you don't belong.

Who are Harish and Yogesh?

And Celina, please wait for your turn.

Wait. I'm sorry, what do you mean?

I've seen you creeping about campus.

And rumour has it that

you were seen
sneaking into the gents toilet.

Who are you meeting there?

I mean, what's going on?

How dare you?!

See?

No one likes an invasion of their privacy.

This is absolutely unparliamentary.

Celina, you have turned this
into a fish market.

-It's easy to say, "Fuck self-doubt."
-Awesome!

But if someone sees your insecurities,

then all you want to do
is run away and hide.

The next topic is…

Should there be regulation and censorship
in virtual universes?

Rishi Singh Shekhawat, for.

Fela Konglam, against.

Hey! What the fuck, bro?

Are you Ms Konglam?

Are you taking orders from a toy?

Ahuja versus Shekhawat.

Who would've thought?

This'll be interesting.

Any virtual universe's biggest
responsibility is the safety of users.

Like schools, colleges,
offices, parks, malls,

if we can secure
all these physical spaces,

why not their virtual versions?

I think it's crucial to enforce rules,
regulations, and guidelines

so that you can create a safe space,
a secure space for its users,

who won't fear any harm or abuse.

I'd like to thank my very worthy opponent

for actually proving my point
by using the term "enforce".

Perhaps he doesn't believe in
freedom of speech.

Because that's the problem.

Monopolistic creators
will attack that first.

So then, who watches the watchman?

May I? That's a good line.

But it's not relevant here.

Without rules and regulations,

there's actually a huge risk
of hate speech, harassment,

and even criminal activities
for that matter.

And you have no idea what people can do
if left unchecked.

I think he wants me to win the debate

because he's yet again proved my point.

There's already so much censorship

and so many rules
and regulations in this world.

Have we succeeded in stopping
harassment or hate speech?

Also, if we let people be free,

we have no idea what they can achieve.

Unfortunately, Sir here is hell-bent
on turning Betterverse into North Korea.

Rebuttal?

It's easy to point out problems.

But does she have any solutions?

I thought you would never ask.

Shift away your focus from regulation.

Instead, focus on user empowerment
and community-driven moderation.

It gives the users agency…

Ms Ahuja, I'm sorry. Your time is up.

Sir, may I please just finish this?

I'm afraid that would be
against the rules.

See, ma'am?

This is the problem with rules.

They are made to silence you.

Welcome back, Ahuja.

I'll see you.

Hello, madam.

Why are you behaving like a student
who hasn't submitted their assignment?

Call, text, memes…
You're ignoring everything.

I didn't mean to ghost you, but…

I needed some time to think.

Are you breaking up with me?

First, hear me out, will you?

Talk only after that.

Okay.

Lately, I've been thinking…

that we…

I wonder how you'll react to this

or if you'll still remain with me
after this.

I would like to adopt.

Like what? A pet?

I love dogs.

No, Siddharth.

Like a baby.

"All chill, no love." It's easy to say.

But living up to it is fucking hard.

Hey, winner. Hi.

Are you allowed to be here?
Or will your Ms Nandini call you over?

If she calls,
I'll tell her that I'm with the winner.

Getting tips on winning.

You know, I think just a little bit of
credit for your win is due to me too.

It was an expertly calculated move, ma'am.

I just fanned the sparks and look at you.
You were on fire! You were amazing.

Thank you. In fact, take this too.

"This too," meaning?

What else did I take?

Your heart?

Come on. Why aren't my jokes landing?

Is there something wrong?

Tell me please, sweetums.

Okay, sorry.

Genuinely, please tell me.

Or else I'll lie awake all night
brooding over imaginary issues.

Would that make sense?

Just tell me now,
is there something bothering you?

Yeah, you are.

Okay.

Rishi, you've become a teacher's pet.

You're getting top grades in all subjects.

You're innovating newer technologies
and creating new virtual worlds.

And what am I doing?

I'm standing here
complaining like a loser.

Dimple.

How can you hold a winner's trophy
and feel like a loser?

You've only just come here.

You and I both know that very soon
you'll be the star student of this campus.

Everyone will be a fan.

I've been living this life
for three years.

But the simple fact is that
you're living my life.

I was this person, Rishi.
This was my dream.

Guess what?

Sooner or later,
the love takes over the chill.

And from there begins the real buzzkill.

Dimple, you are still this person.

It was never my dream
to come here and do all this.

You pushed me into it.

You sent my work to Ms Nandini
without my knowledge.

And I'm very grateful to you
because you're right, I am good at this.

I know and I'm very proud of you, Rishi.

Dimple, I am so sorry that
you weren't selected to join NNIT.

Really, I am.

But why does it feel like you want me
to be guilty of my achievements?

For three years, I toiled day and night.

That's when I got these opportunities.

And you'll get them too, right?

When you put your mind to it.

So what's the problem?

I know. I'm so sorry.
I'm so stupid. Never mind.

Dimple.

It's fine, Rishi. Just forget it.

It's forgetting that's hard for me.

It's a good line,
but it's not relevant here.

How so?

You barely have time for me.

I really miss the old Rishi

who stood by me constantly at every step.

I'm still right here with you, Dimple.

So much has changed
in the last three years.

But this has remained the same, hasn't it?

I mean, you're still you. I'm still me.

We're still us.

I love you, Dimple.

Even when we were apart for three years,

I didn't miss you
as much as I miss you right now, Rishi.

So you're saying that
we were happier virtually?

I don't know.

Maybe this was just a mistake.
I shouldn't even have come here.