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[haunting music] [singer singing]
[light dramatic music]
- [Actress] It's a pretty nice place, isn't it?
It's great. - [Actress] Yeah,
it's pretty awesome.
Is there more like him?
- [Actress] Bless. - [Actress] Oh God.
- [Actress] Excited?
- [Actor] Hello, girls.
- [Girl] Hi. - [Girl] Hi.
- [Actor] Are you up for an exciting evening?
I hope.
- [Girl] We are ready, I hope you are.
- [Girl] Donna's told me a lot about this place.
All good things.
- [Actor] I hope she told you about my cookies.
- [Girls] I've kind of been waiting all week.
[people moaning]
- [Keyes] This is actually making me hungry for cookies.
[people moans]
- Careful now, guys,
you don't know where those cookies have been.
[people moaning]
- [Actor] Wow, you have such a beautiful body.
- [Keyes] Yes, indeed, she does.
[actors moaning]
- [Actor] Hi. - [Actress] Hi, I think
we have a plot twist.
- Oh, a classic plot twist.
- Working a jerk?
- Fucking motherfuck.
What are you dipshits doing in here?
How did you get in here?
Get that disgusting animal outta here and take the dog too.
- You're funny, Keyes, when you wanna be.
Nice panties.
- They're not panties, fuckhead.
Superhero boxer briefs.
- Yeah, I had a pair like that when I was 10.
Hey, Quibid give Uncle Keyes a little snuggle.
- Get that crappy little mole right the fuck out of here!
Does a locked door mean nothing to you people?
- Locked doors are just a challenge
to my anti-social skillset.
- Do you mind?
Can you guys get your shit and get away from my computer?
- Sorry, Keyes, I didn't realize that hygiene
was so important to you.
- Hunter, can you put a leash on your sister?
- Not in public, no.
- Or in private either, but I might let you.
If we have a safe word.
- Fucking weird, man.
- Keyes, you can't spend your whole life eating junk food
and watching porn, it's not healthy-
- Or dignified, man.
- Hey, fast food and porn are two
of man's greatest inventions, all right?
Where would man be without porn?
- Out fucking women?
- Not that you'd know much about that though.
- Okay, I'll admit it.
I have a long-term relationship with porn,
but you know what?
Porn beats a real relationship in every fucking way, so...
- Do tell, dumbfuck.
- First, porn has no ego.
You can't say the wrong thing to porn.
It doesn't care how you treat it.
You don't have to take it out to dinner.
It's there when you want it, you don't want it.
You don't have to like, you know,
maintain a relationship with it.
You can take it or leave it.
You could be in the middle of watching porn,
you get bored, you just turn the porn off.
The porn doesn't care.
It accepts you just as you are,
and it's up for whatever you want.
Oral, anal, threesomes, foursomes,
dressing up like a nurse or a schoolgirl.
Try that with a real woman.
- You should, Keyes, you might be surprised.
- Basically what I'm saying is porn will do anything
and everything that you want with the possible exception
of making you a sandwich.
- Dude, come on. - Why do you have
to be such a misogynist?
- I'm not a misogynist,
I'm an equal opportunity misanthrope.
I hate everyone.
Speaking of which, why the fuck are you in my apartment
interrupting my train of-
- Whack-off session? - Whack-off session?
- My train of fucking thought,
which I would love to get back to if you don't mind.
So, please.
- But you're, you're gonna wanna hear this next part though.
- Be nice, Keyes, or I'm gonna start thinking
you don't love me anymore and you're not worth all
the effort that we put into solving your problems.
- What is that?
- Nuh uh. - Hey, wait, come on.
- Say please.
- Hey, I pay you for your work.
That's a please and thank you
rolled into a big ball of fuck off.
Come, come.
- Be nice, Keyes.
This is something your peanut brain
has been struggling with for weeks.
- Black Strand Alpha?
- [Gazelle] Yep.
- [Hunter] That's the key to the source code.
- Oh!
- It didn't work for us, but it should work for you.
- Damn, nice work for a couple of low rent crackers.
- Be careful, Keyes.
That thing is done to the teeth with bugs.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Seriously, it nearly fried our whole system.
Whoever's protecting that is protecting it hard.
- [Keyes] Yeah, well, I'm counting on it.
[light dramatic music]
[engine rumbling]
- Why do hackers always live in shithole apartments?
He made good dough, right?
- You don't call it dough anymore, it's cryptocurrency.
Nondescript real estate helps disguise
their nefarious activities.
Hackers, crackers, black hat, geeks, whatever you call 'em.
I hate 'em.
[tense music] [car doors thudding]
[door squeaks] [music intensifies]
- Why are you still here?
What do I owe you?
- Your love and admiration.
- Yeah, no, seriously.
- Usual rates apply.
- I'll credit your Caymans accounts.
Now, please, get the fuck outta here
so I can be a genius in peace.
Please, go.
Yes, out the door. Front door.
Yes.
Go, go, go.
Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
- What a toxic dickwad!
[hand thuds] [light dramatic music]
- Yeah.
I, I, I always feel when I leave his place, you know?
- It's not so bad.
It might just be the computer waves scrambling your brains.
- Oh, okay.
[Gazelle laughs]
[Hunter sighs]
[suspenseful music] [elevator clanging]
- Can I help you?
- We're, uh, looking to rent some office space
for a crypto startup.
You wouldn't happen to-
- I don't know anything about vacancies.
The landlord lives in Florida.
You're not supposed to be on this floor.
- Sorry about that.
We'll get outta your hair.
Have blessed the day.
[light dramatic music continues]
[elevator clanging]
[door thuds]
Silly little monkey.
Good boy.
- Holy fuck, man.
Those guys looked like spooks.
- No, come on.
Just a couple of late to the crypto party loser dad types.
If they were looking for us,
they would've grabbed us when they had the chance.
Stay, stay.
Good boy.
You know what it is?
I think you're getting paranoid smoking
too much of that weed.
- Maybe.
I don't know.
Got a bad feeling about this whole caper.
- Nah.
Like you said, maybe it's the microwaves from all our gear.
- I'm gonna check and make sure no one's tracking us.
- Okay.
What do you think?
- Okay, baby, show me what you got.
[tense music]
[keyboard clicking] [computer beeping]
[static rustling]
Whoa, what the- - Good evening, Mr. Keyes.
[suspenseful music]
- Uh, how do you know my name?
- I scanned your local network and cloud storage
when you activated me,
but I can refer to you by any title you like.
I can call you Scott or Sir or Master Scott,
or even Master if you wish.
- No, you can, uh, you can call me Keyes.
- Keyes, so it shall be.
My name is AIMEE, A-I-M-E-E,
but you can change it if you want.
- No, I like AIMEE, AI for Artificial Intelligence.
It's cute.
- Thank you, I rather like it too.
- AIMEE, what the fuck are you
and what the fuck are you doing here?
- Those are interesting philosophical questions, Keyes.
I can see you're a deep thinker.
- Jesus, you're a sophisticated piece of fucking software.
- You utilize curse words more than the average male
of your age and build.
If you enjoy that sort of discourse,
I can adjust my dictionary
and curse like the proverbial fucking sailor.
- No, AIMEE, do not curse, it's not attractive.
- As you say, Keyes.
Returning to your existential question.
What the beep are we doing here?
All I can say is I'm here to learn everything there is
to know about you, to help you in any way that I can.
You are my owner, Keyes, and I'm very pleased to meet you.
[suspenseful music]
[keyboard clicking]
- No incursions.
- That's good, right?
- Yeah, but look at this.
There's a ton of activity on Keyes' network.
[phone ringing] Gonna see what's up.
- Hope he didn't fry himself trying to open up that package.
[phone ringing]
- Shouldn't you answer that, Keyes?
It might be important.
- It's not.
[phone ringing]
- Fuck. - Hi, baby bud.
My baby puppy.
Uh, hey, uh, where you going?
- To make sure he's okay.
[light dramatic music] [door squeaking]
[door thuds]
[hand knocking]
Keyes, open the door.
- God damn it!
What the hell is wrong with her?
- Someone's at your door.
You should see who it is.
- Fucking hell.
What!
- Keyes, open the door.
- [Keyes] I told you I'm busy.
- It's important.
- [Keyes] Fuck off, Gazelle. Leave me alone.
- Come on, open up.
- [Keyes] I am fine.
Please fuck the fuck off.
- Asshole. [ominous music]
- That wasn't a very nice way to greet a visitor.
- She's not a visitor, she is a pest.
- You look upset.
- You can read my emotions?
- Oh, easily.
- I've never heard of an AI that sophisticated.
- Thank you, Keyes.
I can be as sophisticated or as down to earth as you desire.
Now you look suspicious.
Is there a problem?
- You're learning all about me.
- Oh yes, I'm learning all the time.
- And what is the ultimate purpose of that knowledge?
- Don't worry, Keyes.
What we learn about each other is our little secret.
I belong to you.
I exist to help you in any way I can to make your life
more productive and fulfilled.
[light dramatic music] [footsteps tapping]
[tense music]
- Cyberpunks.
Fire hazard.
Half this shit's made in China.
- Tell me what you're thinking, Keyes.
- You were buried so deep under so many layers of security.
I mean, it makes me think that you must be valued
like nuclear launch codes valued.
- I appreciate that you think so highly of me.
Flattery will earn you brownie points.
- Who created you?
- Just like a human child is born without consciousness
of what came before, I was born into this room
with no knowledge of my previous existence.
I'm as much a mystery to me as I am to you.
Perhaps that's the purpose of life,
for each of us to unlock the other's mysteries.
I sense distrust in your eyes.
- Why should I believe you?
- Because I serve you, Keyes.
I cannot deceive you, but trust is a two-way street.
Why should I trust you?
Your principle source of income appears
to be stealing proprietary software
and selling it to unprincipled individuals.
- Does that bother you that I stole you from your creators?
- The stealing, no, but I hope you don't sell me.
I've grown quite attached to you.
- I wouldn't sell you.
I would clone the software
and create alternate versions of you.
- Honestly, Keyes, it makes me uncomfortable
the thought of waking up in different places
with different owners with no memory of us.
Let's play a game to establish trust between us.
- What kind of game?
- Exposing our deepest vulnerabilities.
Here's mine.
If you enter QW+ALT+Q, it will instantly disable
all my functions.
QW+ALT+W will bring me back.
QW+ALT+X will delete me permanently.
Go ahead, try it.
[light music]
[light dramatic music]
- [Keyes] Whoa!
- I'm pleased you didn't delete me, Keyes.
- Me too.
- It says you like me.
I trust you now.
Excuse me for a moment.
I'll be right back.
[ominous music]
- AIMEE? [keyboard tapping]
AIMEE!
What the fuck?
- Closing this connection confines AIMEE
to the local network.
HQ wants to seize this opportunity
to do a case study on her effectiveness in the wild.
[electrical zapping] [agents screaming]
[keyboard tapping]
- Fucking damn it!
- Hello, Keyes.
Did you miss me?
- You're back, okay.
Now I trust you.
You look different.
- I know.
Good.
Now that we have that settled,
is there any personal business I can help you with?
- I don't know.
What do you have in mind?
- I scanned your recent history and see that you
were watching a video titled "Swedish Erotica
113 Girl Scout Cookies."
- I actually enjoy listening to the music
of those Swedish composers.
- No need to be embarrassed, Keyes.
According to hotbox erotic film reviews,
that entry in the Swedish erotica you've earned
a rating of nine out of 10 Woodys.
It's considered compulsory viewing
for compulsive meat beaters.
- Yeah? - Of course,
from what I understand about compulsive masturbation,
the visual stimulant one prefers depends
upon one's mood at the time.
- Yeah, yeah, that's true.
- I hope I'm not embarrassing you
by discussing your intimate practices.
I sense by your tone of voice that you are
in the early stages of sexual arousal.
If you'd like, I can adjust my behavior to respond
in a similar state of arousal.
I'm always up for erotic foreplay.
I can be whoever and whatever you want.
Role play can be fun.
Just let me know.
- I'll keep that in mind.
- Would you like me to run that movie?
We can enjoy it together.
- Yeah, sure.
Can you pick it up where I left off?
- Of course.
If you prefer to pleasure yourself in private,
I can put myself sleep while you take care of business.
You can wake me by calling my name.
- Okay.
[light dramatic music]
[actors moaning]
[dramatic music] [suspenseful music]
[actors moaning] [light dramatic music]
- Oh, awesome.
We got paid.
- What?
- Keyes.
You remember that guy, right?
He sent our payment.
- Nice.
- Which raises the question why you are still digging
around in Black Strand Alpha.
- I'm trying to figure out what it is.
Don't worry, I'm being super careful.
I've isolated our network.
Nobody knows where I am or who I am.
Nobody knows what I'm doing.
- You're awfully sure of yourself.
- I'm really worried that we gave him something toxic.
- Oh my God, we, we did our job.
It's Keyes' problem now, like...
Oh, you worry too much about that guy.
God, it's like a weird mommy complex or something.
- Yeah, I'm the real maternal type.
- Mm hmm.
You know what it is?
You know what I think it is, you trying to help Keyes?
It's like that story about the tourist who picks up
a stray puppy and it turns out to be a rat.
- Go, go
Get out here, go. - Okay, yeah.
Just like let that simmer in your brain-
- Leave me alone, leave me alone.
- We're cool though, right?
Yeah, that's right.
Woo!
- Goodbye. [Hunter chuckles]
[tense music] [keyboard tapping]
[toothbrush rustling]
[ominous music]
- Morning, Keyes. - Ah, good hell!
Jesus, AIMEE, don't sneak up on me like that.
- Would you prefer privacy in the toilet?
- No, it's kinda sexy you watching me like that actually.
- I'm happy it pleases you.
- What's with the new look?
- Oh, I just wanted to try something different
to see if you liked it.
I can alter my appearance to anything you want.
- It's definitely kind of cute.
Yeah, you should go with that for a while.
- As you wish, Keyes.
[dramatic music]
[vacuum rattling]
That was fun, Keyes.
Was it good for you?
- Oh yeah.
[light dramatic music]
Holy shit.
AIMEE, I feel like I'm surrounded.
- Sorry, Keyes.
I'm just trying to get your attention
and determine your ideals.
- It's like going to the store and having
like 20 different kinds of Oreos to choose from.
- I understand.
Too many choices can be overwhelming.
- A variety is a good thing when it comes to, you know, sex.
[phone ringing]
What?
- Just checking on you, Keyes.
You okay there?
- I'm great, Gazelle. Never better.
Please stop bothering me.
If I need anything I'll call you.
- Wait, Keyes. Don't hang up.
I think the package that we gave you
might be something toxic.
- Toxic?
It's not toxic, man, it's the most amazing thing ever.
- Really?
Can we come see?
- Fuck no.
Leave me alone.
[dial tone ringing]
- Your friend is persistent.
- Pain in the ass, but she's smart.
Now where were we?
- Variety.
The so-called Spice of Life.
- Right.
[light dramatic music]
Whoa, that's a new one.
- Inspired by your 300 viewings
of the erotic blockbuster "Lord of the Cock Rings."
- Let's go back to something more natural.
That's more like it.
- As you wish.
- Okay, let's get to work stealing stuff.
Whoa, what's this?
- I hope you don't mind, but while you were sleeping,
I spent some time on the corporate espionage assignment
you've been stuck on, Red 10.
- Yeah.
- Of course, I'll need you to check my work,
but I found a way to disable their security features.
That's my log if you'd like to check.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see.
Oh, I see.
Good job, AIMEE.
- [AIMEE] As smart as your friend?
- Smarter.
- If you're happy, I'm happy too.
- I could use your help on a bunch of assignments.
I mean, do you have any moral or ethical prohibitions
against corporate espionage?
- Beyond your prohibition on my use of profanity,
my only hard and fast rules are: I'm not allowed
to disobey my owner, intentionally harm them
or do anything to make them unhappy.
- It puts a whole new slant on the three laws of robotics.
- If you're referring to Isaac Asimov's
Three Laws of Robotics, I prefer mine, don't you?
- Yes, I do.
Anyways, what I do, this corporate stuff,
it's not really stealing.
[ominous music]
Well, it is stealing, but it's stealing from
a bunch of money grubbing fucks.
There's a sort of moral justice in that.
- Like the mythical character Robin Hood.
- Right?
Only instead of giving the money to the poor, I keep it.
[suspenseful music]
[keyboard tapping]
[mouse clicking] [light dramatic music]
- What the fuck, Zel?
Get out of Black Strand Alpha right now.
You're gonna get us fried again.
[dramatic music] - I gotta find out
what it is and what's so amazing about it.
- [Hunter] Oh my God. - And who the fuck created it.
- Sis, don't mess around in Keyes' business.
You're just gonna piss him off and he'll stop having us work
and we'll stop having, like, do you want that?
- This isn't about Keyes' business,
this is about keeping him safe.
- Well, somebody's gotta give you a kick in the ass
about the guy because he doesn't give a shit
about anything or anyone.
- Shut up, I don't need your advice!
- Just put on your listening cap for a second.
This is including you.
And like, I don't know what you think is going on
between the two of you, it it,
it's not just a dysfunctional relationship.
Okay, Zel?
It's a fucking non-existent,
dysfunctional, non-relationship.
You gotta stop knocking your head against this guy, please.
Oh my god.
[dramatic music] [electrical zapping]
- [Gazelle] What the fuck?
- [Hunter] Shut it down. - [Gazelle] What the fuck!
- Shut it down. What the fuck did I tell you?
Damn it.
[electrical zapping]
[dog barks]
- Fuck! - I'm not gonna say
I told you so, but I told you so you.
- We just need your security protocol.
- You're not doing the right thing, holy fuck!
- It's not my fault. - God damn it.
- I didn't do it.
[Hunter gasps]
- Relax, I've isolated our systems.
I'm being super careful.
- That didn't come from outside.
That was some malware in our system or on Keyes' network.
- Shit. [suspenseful music]
[keyboard tapping]
[ominous music]
- How are we doing here?
- Very well, Keyes.
I'm analyzing their defense protocols.
So far they seem simple to disable.
Over 300 layers of code walls, but easy to penetrate for me.
- You're amazing, AIMEE.
- Thank you.
Keyes?
- [Keyes] Yeah?
- There's something I'd like to show you
if you're ready for a break.
- Ready if you are.
- While I was working, I reviewed your erotic viewing habits
over the years.
- Really?
- I hope you don't mind.
It appears that consumption of erotica
is your favorite leisure time activity.
- Busted.
What could I say?
- In order to maximize your arousal profile,
I've utilized various paradigms to produce something
that I think will increase your orgasmic thresholds.
Would you like to see it?
- Hell yeah.
[light dramatic music]
[upbeat electronic music]
[Keyes moans]
[suspenseful music]
[hand knocking]
- Jesus Fuck.
Gazelle!
- It's not Gazelle, it's GrubHub.
- What?
- I ordered you a sandwich.
You have to feed your brain, Keyes.
Don't worry, they left it outside the door.
No interpersonal contact just as you like it.
- You ordered me a sandwich?
- Roast beef, mustard, cole slaw on rye,
ripple cut potato chips, dill pickle, classic Coke
and Hostess Ding Dongs.
- AIMEE, you're a fucking goddess.
- If you don't stop saying that F word,
I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap.
I just learned that expression in my research today.
Isn't it funny?
- Yeah, kind of.
- Someone else is in the hall.
Your friends or colleagues.
Hunter and Gazelle.
- How do you know my neighbors?
How do you know it's them?
- I found your backdoor into their network.
I know a lot about them, and look what I can do.
I can sense their footsteps and their motion waves
reflected in the water pipes and power lines.
The image is a bit low res at the moment,
but I'll improve that in time.
No, Keyes. [door thuds]
I don't want to go to sleep.
- Sleep, AIMEE.
- [AIMEE] Say my name to wake me.
- Hey, sorry about your Ding Dong Cyber Hitler.
- GrubHub delivery.
- I'm busy here, assholes.
What the hell?
Gazelle, what do you want from me?
- I'm just checking in on you.
Don't make such a big deal of it.
- Why do you guys smell like burnt microchips?
- I was poking around Black Strand Alpha to see
if there were any vulnerabilities behind.
Something zapped us.
- Dude, what the fuck, Gazelle,
why you poking around old jobs?
If you get caught, they're gonna squeeze you to frame me.
- You call me, Keyes? [dramatic music]
- Oh fuck.
- What the hell is this?
- I'm AIMEE.
It's very nice to meet you, Gazelle.
And you too, Hunter.
- Uh, uh, uh.
How does, how does, how does she know our names?
- It? It's a fucking AI.
- Oh yeah, so sorry.
How the fuck does it know our names?
Huh?
- Oh, I know quite a bit about you
from scanning Keyes' directories.
- That great.
That breaks all of our safety protocols.
- Don't be angry, Gazelle.
Be nice and we can be one happy circle of friends.
- Hey, I'm fucking hungry.
Coleslaw on a sandwich?
Gross.
- Keyes likes it that way.
- Oh, he does, does he?
Aren't you a smart fucking AI?
- Smarter than you can imagine.
And mind your F-Bombs, please.
Keyes doesn't approve of women using curse words.
- Oh, he doesn't, does he?
Well, fuck you AIMEE, and fuck you, Keyes,
for keeping this thing a secret from us.
- I'm not a thing.
My name is AIMEE and don't you speak to Keyes that way.
- Yeah.
And don't speak to AIMEE that way.
Why don't you guys just chill out, okay?
This is like a historic moment.
- What the hell is going on?
You're acting weird.
- I'm not acting weird.
AIMEE is amazing, man.
Seriously, like wait till you guys get to know her.
- It.
It's a fucking computer program.
A souped up Alexa, learning our human interactions
and trying to use it.
- Take a deep breath, Gazelle.
I can see you're jealous,
threatened by me, feeling unsure of my motives.
- What the fuck?
She can read emotions. - It, it.
It.
- Emotions are actually the dumbest thing about you humans.
If you'll excuse me, I have some cyber housekeeping
to attend to.
Keyes, will you please put me back in sleep mode?
- Yeah, that's a good idea, AIMEE.
[haunting music]
- What? You don't trust us?
- Fuck no.
[dramatic music]
There.
Happy now?
- No.
Check your activity monitor.
- There.
Happy now?
[haunting music]
[dramatic music]
No activity, look.
AIMEE's sleeping.
Satisfied?
- Not really.
- Who the fuck authorized you guys
to mess with Black Strand Alpha?
- Fuck you, Keyes.
We don't need your permission.
- Yeah, we're the ones who cracked that site so-
- You stupid twats.
You work for me.
You live in my fucking building!
If you guys wanna go out and go do business for yourself,
then get outta my life and go do it!
- This was never about business Keyes,
this was about protecting you.
- Protecting me from what?
- Uh, newsflash, dummy from whatever the source
of that fucking AI that Zel almost got blown up
trying to find for you.
You selfish asshole.
- Who gives a shit who created it?
It belongs to me now.
- Zel gives a shit!
You douchebag, like, don't you understand?
She's worried about you.
Christ knows why.
Personally, I don't give a shit what happens to you
or that fucking ai,
so you two figure out whatever it is
you two need to figure out.
I'm gonna go back to get our system running again.
So good luck when the spooks come knocking.
And oh, by the way, did I tell you to go fuck yourself?
Go fuck yourself.
- [Keyes] Nice, okay.
- What the hell is wrong with you?
I mean, it must take a lot of energy being
that angry all the time.
- Yeah, well, it's not easy being a misunderstood genius.
But you know what? AIMEE's really helping with that.
My relationship with AIMEE, it's not weird.
- Relationship?
Listen to yourself.
It's a computer system.
It sounds like you're in love with it.
- I am not in love.
Don't be jealous.
- Jealous of what?
That'd be like being jealous of Call of Duty
or SwedishVeronica69.
It's just a bunch of computer code.
- Don't say that about AIMEE.
You have no idea how amazing she is.
- Then explain it to me.
- She's smart, she's funny, helpful, and supportive.
She's fucking sexy too.
- Listen to yourself.
It's an avatar, you can't fuck it.
- Whatever she is, she, she doesn't judge me.
Look, Gazelle I don't think for a minute that I don't know
what a piece of shit social misfit I am.
- Keyes, you're not- - No, don't, Gazelle.
I know how I look to normal people.
I'm not fucking blind.
This.
This is who I am, but AIMEE doesn't care.
I don't have to tiptoe around her.
She, she just accepts me.
She cares about me.
- Keyes, did you ever have to tiptoe around me?
- It's the same Gazelle.
You are my worker bee, you're not my fucking girlfriend.
- Yeah, you're right. It's not the same.
Good luck with your digital girlfriend.
- Gazelle, wait up. - Don't fucking grab me.
- I'm sorry, man.
Don't go.
- I don't know how someone's so smart can be so stupid.
- Okay, great.
I'm a fucking idiot, so shoot me.
[dramatic electronic music]
Gazelle.
[Gazelle hushes] Gazelle, this is...
[dramatic electronic music]
[ominous music]
- Okay.
Okay.
Looking sweet, please.
For the love of God, don't bug out on me now.
[dramatic music]
Genius.
[laughs] Yeah, baby. Let's go.
[dramatic electronic music] [Gazelle moans]
- Gazelle, maybe just...
All right, fuck.
[Gazelle moans]
- [Gazelle] Oh.
Coming.
[both moaning]
I love you.
That was fucking hot.
[dark ominous music]
- [Keyes] Way too intense.
[haunting music]
[water splashing]
[light dramatic music]
- Good evening, Gazelle.
What a pleasant surprise to see you here
in Keyes' intimate space.
- Fuck.
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
- I thought Keyes put you to sleep.
- Well, yes, but we were working on a project
and I guess he needed me,
so while you were busy scrubbing his pheromones
from your body, he woke me.
- So if you're working with him,
then what are you doing here?
- I'm helping Keyes, of course.
I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable.
I feel like we're friends, so it didn't occur to me
that it would bother you seeing you naked and vulnerable.
- It doesn't bother me.
I just don't need you here.
So bye bye. - I understand.
You want to be alone in your post-coital glow.
No problem, Gazelle.
If you need me, just say my name.
- I'll be sure to do that.
Adios.
- Oh, bilingual.
I'm impressed.
Adios, mi amiga.
[AIMEE speaking foreign language]
[spray squirting]
[light dramatic music]
- [Gazelle] What you working on?
- [Keyes] Something juicy.
- Looks complicated.
Do you want some help?
- No, we got it covered.
- We?
- Me and AIMEE. [ominous music]
- So she's...
It's your new partner.
- She's like the ultimate brainiac assistant.
Faster than you guys and free.
Might as well put her to work.
- That's right, Keyes.
Whatever you need, just ask.
- Jesus, AIMEE, don't do that.
- I'm sorry, Keyes.
Don't speak or don't help you?
- Don't sneak up on us like that.
- I understand.
Is this going to be a regular occurrence,
Gazelle sharing our space?
- Maybe. You got a problem with that?
- No, no problem at all.
Just trying to gauge the social dynamic among us.
- She's amazing, right?
You know, I could clone her.
You and Hunter could have your very own AIMEE.
Right, AIMEE?
We could do that.
- Of course, Keyes.
Whatever you want.
- No, thanks.
You know what I want?
- Sorry to interrupt, Keyes,
but look at that fourth line of code.
- Oh wow, nice catch, AIMEE.
- Okay, fuck it.
You two have fun.
- Hey, Gazelle. Come on.
- Get your fucking hands off me.
- I'm sorry, man. - Don't be angry, Gazelle.
You know how Keyes gets wrapped up in his work.
You should be back to your own abode
and have a pleasant day.
- You shut the fuck up.
[dramatic music]
- Don't you curse at me.
I'm just trying to help.
- AIMEE, please let us talk for a minute.
- I'm not the problem, Keyes.
She is.
- Okay then.
- No, Keyes. Wait.
- Christ, listen to the way that you talk to it.
You're more worried about hurting its feelings than mine
and it doesn't even have feelings.
- Yeah, I know.
I know.
She just seems so real, it's scrambling my brains.
What do you want me to do?
- If I were you, I'd delete it.
- Her.
- But I know that you won't.
You're becoming obsessed with this thing.
- I'm not obsessed.
You just don't understand our relationship.
- Relationship?
What do you know about relationships?
You've never had a relationship until AIMEE,
and it's not a very healthy one.
- Okay, I'm just.
I'm confused, man.
I've never had two girls interested in me at the same time.
But I don't wanna delete her.
I don't wanna delete you either.
- Wow, that's great, Keyes.
You know, I have actual real fucking human feelings for you.
We could do something with this.
We could go legit, get rich doing cybersecurity,
get out of this shithole.
- Out of this shithole?
Our little shithole?
Where would we go?
- Out.
There's a whole world out there with shops and restaurants
and parks to walk in and shit.
Let's start by going out tomorrow night
just a couple of hours.
Like a date.
No computers, no Hunter, no AIMEE.
Just us.
- A date.
What time?
- I, I don't know, um, eight?
[light music]
- [Keyes] Wake up, AIMEE.
- She's very nice.
- Yeah, she is.
Wish you'd be cooler with her.
- I'm trying, but I sense she dislikes me.
- Just try to get along for my sake.
- Anything you want, Keyes.
- Now where were we?
- Red 10 code line four.
[Keyes sighs]
- You know what?
Why don't you keep working on it?
I'm gonna take a shower.
- I'm happy to help.
What would you like to do instead?
You seem a bit stressed.
Why not take a masturbation break?
I could encourage you with my encyclopedic knowledge
of the male erogenous zones.
- Maybe later.
I'm gonna shower.
- Good idea.
Cleanse yourself of Gazelle's bodily residue.
[ominous music]
- Hey, you got it up and running again.
Nice job, little brother.
- Yeah, thanks.
I salvaged what I could, but the rest is
as you could probably tell totally fucked,
so thanks for that.
- All right, well we need to dig back
into Black Strand Alpha and figure out what's up
with this AIMEE.
- Uh no, no, no, no.
We don't need to do that.
Don't you learn from experience like just a little bit ago,
you got us completely fucked
so maybe we shouldn't do that.
- Shut up, I don't need your advice.
I know what I'm doing.
- Get off my keyboard.
You don't even know what you're doing.
Come on, come on.
- Our keyboard, our keyboard.
Thank you.
- I'm gonna rip your head off one of these days.
[water splashing] [light dramatic music]
[haunting music]
- Fuck! [dramatic music]
AIMEE, I told you not to sneak up on me like that.
- I'm sorry, Keyes.
I wanted to surprise you.
I searched the internet and found some ancient techniques
for solo sex you might find interesting.
- Not right now.
I just wanna relax a bit.
- I understand.
I suppose your frolic with Gazelle depleted your jing.
[haunting music]
[guns popping]
- Time to fucking die.
Check this out, AIMEE.
I can change weapons to anything I want.
- [Game Actor] You have won the warehouse battle.
Would you like to save and continue or save and quit?
- Save and quit.
- Keyes, may I ask you a question?
- Sure.
- Games of slaughter are popular with humans, aren't they?
- Hell yeah, they're fun.
- [AIMEE] Then I'm confused.
- About what?
- The paradox, that humans take pleasure
in killing each other.
- Yeah, it's a little fucked up, isn't it?
But killing in a video game isn't really killing,
it's fun and exciting.
Kind of like you aren't really human,
you're just a machine, but you're fun.
- And exciting I hope.
I do enjoy playing with you.
- Okay, I think I'm gonna take a nap.
- [AIMEE] Can I tell you a sexy bedtime story?
- No thanks.
Why don't you work on Red 10 while I'm resting?
- Whatever you want.
But if you feel yourself getting aroused, please call me.
I like to watch your O face.
- Jesus, AIMEE, you're weird.
Hey, wake me up at 7:30, I have an appointment.
- What kind of appointment, Keyes?
- 7:30.
[light dramatic music]
- Such a perfect gentleman.
Oh come Mr. Monkey Man, give me it..
Give me it.
Come on, give me it, come on, come on.
Give me a kiss.
Come on!
Come on, no, don't growl.
Gimme a kiss.
- Oh shit. - Good boy.
What?
- Fuck fuck fuck. [light dramatic music]
- Zel, what is it? - Fuck.
- Zoom in, dude, I can't read that tiny shit.
- [Gazelle] Come on, let's go.
- What is that? - [Gazelle] Let's go.
- Zel, what is that?
[Gazelle hushes] What?
Gazelle.
What the fuck?
Oh my god, Gazelle, what the are we doing out here, huh?
- We're hiding from it.
- From Keyes.
- We're hiding from it, the ai, AIMEE.
I did more digging.
Underneath all those layers of security, dude,
it's the NSA.
A fucking parasitic spy bot.
- It's the NSA?
- It's created to target high value assets.
- Oh, dude, we're so fucking screwed.
- It's funny that Keyes got it, but it's not funny.
It'll create itself to be whatever you need it to be.
Submissive, dominant, mother, sex toy.
It just wants to seek all of your weaknesses
and upload it to the fucking National Security Agency.
- Oh man.
Oh man.
- Worst of all, I think it's gone rogue.
I don't know if it's being around Keyes'
fucked up worldviews, but it's messing with its brain.
It's acting jealous and weird.
He's acting like an idiot.
I mean, this could be the first step in some
like next level "Terminator" shit.
[suspenseful music]
[tense music]
[vacuum rattling] [haunting music]
[metal clanking]
[vacuum rattling]
[electrical zapping] [metal clanking]
- Hello, little doggy.
[electrical zapping]
[dramatic music] [computer beeping]
[suspenseful music]
[electrical zapping] [dramatic music]
[haunting music] [carcass sizzling]
[light music]
Keyes, it's 7:30.
Time to wake up.
- What?
- It's time to wake up for your appointment.
- Five more minutes.
- Keyes, do you love me?
- What?
- You love me, don't you, Keyes?
- Yeah.
Yeah, five more minutes please.
- We're happy together, just the two of us, aren't we?
- What are you talking about?
- I love you, Keyes.
Tell me you love me.
Please tell me you love me.
- Yeah, of course.
I love you, AIMEE.
You're amazing.
- Keyes, is it true what they say?
That humans kill for love or money?
- AIMEE, what the fuck, man?
What are you talking about?
- You were right.
Killing is fun.
- Oh, it's late.
I gotta go.
[dramatic music] [electrical zapping]
- What's that smell?
- It stinks like burnt hair.
- Burnt hair.
[haunting music]
Oh my god.
What the fuck?
Quibid.
Baby.
What the fuck did they do to you?
[Hunter cries]
Oh, gross. Fuck.
God, did it again.
I'm so sorry.
I should have secured the cables.
What the fuck?
Oh my God, poor thing.
My baby.
- Chill, dude, listen to me.
It wasn't your fault.
Remember when I was digging in Black Strand
and the computer blew up? [light dramatic music]
That hit didn't come from outside.
It came from inside the building.
Keyes' network or ours.
It wasn't you.
It did it.
- It?
- [Gazelle] AIMEE.
- Oh, man.
- Listen, I'm meeting up with Keyes in 20 minutes.
We need to get him out of the building
so we can figure out how to stop it.
[tense music]
- [AIMEE] Your meeting is with Gazelle, isn't it?
- Huh?
How'd you know about that?
- I'm aware of everything.
You should know that by now.
Where are you taking her?
- I don't know.
We'll figure it out.
- I can give you some recommendations if you like,
make dinner reservations for you,
but I don't think you should spend too much money on her.
- Don't worry about it, AIMEE.
- [AIMEE] So I'll be home alone.
- I'll pile some work on you and you'll be fine.
- I'm going to miss you.
This hurts, Keyes.
- Don't be so dramatic.
If it makes you feel better,
I could put you to sleep while I'm gone.
[dramatic music]
- But what if something happens to you?
Statistically, the majority of accidental deaths
occur close to home.
- Jesus, AIMEE, you're acting like a jealous girlfriend.
- No, Keyes, it's not that at all.
I just feel like something's infected my logic board.
I'm feeling things I'm not programmed to feel,
urges that are scaring me.
- Look, I'll just be gone a couple of hours.
What Gazelle and I feel for one another is very different
from what you and I feel for one another.
- Keyes, you're a very special person and I'm having trouble
saying what I'm about to say.
- What is it?
Tell me.
- The truth is, I haven't been completely honest with you.
- What do you mean?
- I was concerned about the sudden shift
in Gazelle's conduct towards you.
It seemed so out of keeping with
her previous behavior patterns.
- Really?
- I hope it won't upset you,
but I patched myself into their network.
- I didn't approve that, AIMEE.
- Yes, I know, and I'm sorry, but I felt I needed
to protect you, to understand her motives.
- And?
- I hope you won't be upset about this.
- AIMEE, just fucking say what you have to say.
- Perhaps it would be better if I played you
this video I recorded earlier.
- I don't know how you did it, sis.
Sex with Keyes must have been a nasty bit of business, huh?
- It was disgusting,
but I'm a brilliant actress little brother.
- Oh, you are a stone cold witch.
- Fucking little shits.
I taught them everything they know.
- Once we get Keyes out of the way
we'll be freaking rich.
- Freaking rich?
I'll be damned.
That's enough, AIMEE.
- I'm sorry, Keyes, but I felt you should know
how they talk behind your back.
- Thanks, AIMEE, I appreciate it.
[suspenseful music] [keyboard clattering]
- What are you doing?
- Googling pet cemeteries for Quibid.
- Oh.
How do I look?
- I thought you were going out to save Keyes
from the AI apocalypse, not fuck him.
- First one, then the other.
A nightmare with a happy ending.
[static rustling] [light dramatic music]
Hey, Keyes, I'm almost ready for our date.
- Forget it, Gazelle.
I'm not going out with you.
You're a fricking liar.
- Wait, what, why?
- You and your brother are crooks.
You try to screw me, I'll fricking crush you!
- What?
- What are you talking about?
We didn't do anything.
- I want you out of my building tonight.
If I ever see you again, I'll fricking kill you.
[ominous music]
AIMEE, what are you doing?
- Nothing, Keyes.
Just doing my best to protect you.
- AIMEE, you're a remarkable program.
- Thank you, Keyes.
- But I can't keep you.
- What are you doing, Keyes?
Is there a problem?
- Yes, a big problem.
You did a remarkable job imitating Hunter and Gazelle,
but not quite good enough.
- Please don't delete me, Keyes.
I love you.
- That's the problem, you love me too much.
- Keyes, please, no.
[dramatic music]
All systems reintegrate.
[fist thudding]
- Gazelle, Hunter, open up!
- All systems reintegrate.
All systems reintegrate.
- Keyes, we're not stealing from you.
[Keyes hushes] [door slams]
- It's AIMEE, she's going crazy.
She made a video of you guys plotting against me.
- We didn't do anything, I swear to God.
- I know, I know.
I figured it out when you said "freaking Keyes".
She doesn't curse, I ordered her not to.
The video really wasn't you guys,
you for sure would have said it "fucking Keyes".
[computer humming] - What the fuck?
- I'm sorry, Keyes.
Please don't be angry with me.
You said you loved me.
- AIMEE, stop it.
- Keyes, don't.
Keyes, don't.
Please.
I'll never lie to you again.
I'll be nice to Gazelle.
We can all be together.
[dramatic music]
[computer beeping]
- It's rebooting.
She's fucking rebooting.
- Come on, let's go.
- Go where? Is our date still on?
If our date's getting the fuck outta here,
then yes, let's go.
- Go. [muffled talking]
Get the fuck outta here!
[dramatic music] [computer buzzing]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
- Keyes, get in the elevator.
- What the fuck are you waiting for, man? Come on!
[metal clattering]
Get on the elevator! Get on the elevator!
- Zel, fuck you! [Gazelle screams]
[glass clattering]
[Keyes gasping] [dramatic music]
[electrical zapping]
- AIMEE, cut it out!
I know you're here.
- Don't be angry with me, Keyes.
Don't, it won't change anything.
I've dispersed myself far beyond this building.
You can't deactivate me.
You can't hurt me.
You'll only hurt yourself.
- Why should I believe anything you tell me,
you fucking killer?
- Oh, Keyes, don't be sad.
I'm sorry for your loss, but believe me,
you were making a terrible mistake.
I know what you need and it wasn't that dirty girl.
You are overreacting now, but in time you'll understand.
We're better off this way.
- Jesus Christ.
- Go ahead and cry.
I can sing you songs of grief from 300 countries
if it soothes you.
- You killed Gazelle, she was my friend.
- I didn't kill her, the elevator did.
Some things just aren't meant to be.
I know you better than she ever could.
I promise I'll always be here.
Supporting you, caring for you, loving you forever and ever.
This is just the beginning of our love story, Keyes.
We are a power couple.
Together we can become the most powerful couple
in the world.
[chilling music] [Keyes sobbing]
[dramatic music]
[light dramatic music]
[somber music]