[foreboding electronic music]
♪ ♪
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs softly]
♪ ♪
What did I do?
MARTIN: Are you up, kiddo?
Look, I've got exams,
so I'm not gonna be back until around 9:00, okay?
Lunch is on the table.
- No, Dad, wait.
Please.
[gasps] Oh, please.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
- Dude, what the hell?
Where did you go?
I've been texting you all night.
- I-I was...
I was fucked up.
- Really?
That bathroom looked like a bloodbath, like you murdered someone.
You didn't kill anyone, did you?
- Mm-mm.
I, um...
I was having another one of my eye things.
- Okay. Yeah.
Was last night about Levi?
Wait, were you in there trying to hurt yourself?
Aisha, were you cutting?
- Look, I was--I was drunk.
Fell.
So I got embarrassed and left.
- Aisha, just talk to me.
- I'll find you later, okay?
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[eerie humming]
DI...
5V...
U2.
Okay. 108.
JENNY: Aisha?
What are you doing?
- [grunts]
- Wait, what the fuck is that?
- Get off of me! - What the fuck is that?
- God!
Don't touch me, Jenny.
[door slams]
SHARON: You've reached out to Sharon Carter.
Leave a message.
- Hi, Sharon, it's--it's me.
I need an emergency session, um, now.
I-I need to talk about, um,
just about some--some, uh--
j-just, can you call me back later, please?
Thanks. William!
Hey.
Uh, can we talk?
- Of course. I'm always available.
- Right, okay, uh...
just, just...
[alarm blares]
- We've reached my geographic limitation.
Also, there's two seconds until the first period bell.
[bell chimes]
AISHA: If you're in privacy mode,
anything we talk about is just between us?
- I need you to verbally accept.
- I, I...
accept.
[electronic humming]
- How can I be of service?
- Um, do you know what this is?
- It's your haptic tensor system
for multilinear subspace learning.
- Do you have this in you?
- I cannot provide that information.
- Yeah, no, I-I just want to know
if it's similar technology
that's inside of you.
- I'm sorry, if you continue this particular line of questioning,
I'll be forced to return to public mode
and issue a report to administrators and my manufacture--
- Okay, fine, I'll stop!
[electronic humming]
- You were hurting yourself?
- I was trashed.
And I thought I saw something, so...
I had to find out.
[sighs]
Look, um...
[dramatic music]
- [gasps]
- It's everywhere.
Um, I mean...
- Okay.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
- I'm--I'm a machine!
- It's okay, sweetheart.
- Does my dad know?
He must know, right?
It means I wasn't born, I--
I was made, and--
and that I'm not real, and--
and that--
- No, it's okay.
- What's--what's happen-- what's happening to me?
- Breathe, breathe. No, no, no, no, no.
No, breathe, breathe, breathe.
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Breathe, feel my body against yours.
You're okay!
- Okay. - Breathe.
Take a deep breath. Take a deep breath.
Close your eyes. Close your eyes.
It's okay. It's okay.
You're okay, I got you.
Close your eyes, okay?
And in...
- Oh, God. - And out.
- And in...
and out.
And in.
And out.
In.
Out.
[string music dissipates]
♪ ♪
Admin mode.
Code DI5VU2108.
Prompt command options. Stasis mode.
[electronic chiming]
Admin prompt. Network mode.
[electronic chiming]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[electronic pulsing]
Admin prompt. [electronic chiming]
Archive and erase.
[whirring]
[exhales noisily]
[sighs]
PERSON: Yeah? - Hey, there.
Yeah, uh, she, um-- she, uh...
she figured it out again.