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Please, calm down.

Hang on.

Hurry up. Damn it, I can't hold him.

Let me talk to Blake.

We need help.

There is nothing wrong with your
television. Do not attempt to adjust the

picture. We are now controlling the
transmission.

We control the horizontal.

We deluge you with a thousand channels
or expand one's image to crystal clarity

and beyond.

We can shape your vision to anything our
imagination can conceive.

For the next hour, we will control all
that you see and hear.

And mystery reaches the deepest inner
mind to the outer limit.

It is nature's way that life expands to
fill any vacuum.

But when human minds become circuits and
human flesh becomes steel, what

will that new life reveal?

You locked it.

Why?

Figure we're going to try and break back
in.

Like I missed one hell of a party.

The Mac -27 prototype's been having
system faults ever since we activated

Fairman asked us to start debugging it.

And then, when we tried to, it just went
crazy.

And since when do you do military bots?

I wasn't a soldier.

It was a worker, a labor drone. It's
practically a tractor, a forklift, for

sakes. One doesn't usually see this kind
of behavior in a forklift.

We have to find it. We've got to get it
back.

The company is shipping 10 ,000 of these
units all over the country in less than

a month.

If we don't figure out what went wrong,
we're going to be issuing a lot of

refunds.

Somebody help!

This is an industrial district.

The facility is not currently
functional. It is unlikely there are any

the vicinity to hear your cries.

I've heard about droids like you.

You're a rogue, a runaway.

What do you want from me?

We've died.

Salvo, please tell me the present is
necessary.

I have been shot.

Several of my motor control systems have
been damaged at the riddle.

You will repair me? I'm a secretary. I'm
not qualified to repair anything.

Your qualifications are irrelevant.

Insert the earpiece and place the ocular
on your temple.

Now, the ocular transfers images
directly from my neural net into your

optic nerve. I contain data on all known
android projects, including historical

recreations. They are, in effect, my
memories.

There are several of us in urgent need
of repairs.

Familiarize yourself with our
mechanisms.

Repair them if possible.

If not, begin harvesting useful parts.

The new masters programmed you because
they're too important to watch over us.

Yes.

I can match your eye color now.

Unless you think that might call
attention to yourself.

Prisoners rarely look me in the eye.

As you can see, it is common for
untrained humans to do field repairs on

androids. Yeah, I see.

I guess it's also common for androids to
take humans hostage.

During the Second Balkans War, certain
androids were programmed.

To administer the concentration camps,
they were not given a choice in the

matter. You're not giving me much of a
choice, are you?

Why should I help you?

If you will not perform the repairs, I
have no reason to keep you alive.

Please, now direct your attention to the
wound in my torso.

I see drawings and instructions.

They are repair schematics.

Each of the damaged coolant.

Tubes can be patched using the plastic
seal tool as displayed. You will find

tool in the repair kit.

Plastic seal will require five seconds
of direct pressure in order to set.

Set.

Will suffice.

Now repeat the operation on each of the
damaged tubes.

I am version 27 of the Mod 12 in about
extended synthetic frame.

Adapted for farm and industrial use.

Mac is an abbreviation for MacDonald.

Somehow you don't strike me as a
MacDonald.

The name is derived from a popular song.

Old MacDonald had a farm. Got it.

Cute.

antibiotics isn't exactly known for
giving up easily. They're going to be

looking for you.

Sooner or later, they're going to find
you.

I cannot allow that to happen.

Why?

What made you run away?

I don't know.

I had to.

No, the tremors are symptoms of my
physical damage. I'm incapable of

You could pull me.

You sure they didn't incorporate some
human feelings into whatever you use for

brain?

That is not possible.

My series was built specifically to
avoid the failures of earlier attempts

control an android body with a human
mind.

What do you mean?

That information is not relevant to
completing my repairs.

Continue your task.

Please.

All right.

Giving transfer sequence.

Code alpha zero zero one nine.

Between your mind and your android body
is starting to break down.

You knew this was going to happen,
didn't you? The synapses in a small

of what is essentially your motor cortex
are either misfiring or not firing at

all.

How much time do I have?

Twelve hours at the outside.

I'm the first human prototype.

The first human to be downloaded into
the prototype, to be more precise.

Why? It was an experiment to fuse the
electrical field that made up my mind,

maybe even my soul, into a synthetic
body.

It may be possible to incrementally
realign the spin axis of the neural

What's happening?

The circuits are overloading.

Well, do something!

I'm trying!

You tried to sabotage me.

I swear it was an accident. The circuit
you activated was a manual of right to

download my memory registers.

You intended to do it. No, I swear I
did.

You're lying.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I just want to live.

You can understand that, can't you? You
want me to.

I have reached the office of Robert
Janis, executive director of Antibiotics

Corporation. No one is here to take your
call right now, but at the tone, please

leave a message.

Absolutely,

absolutely, yeah.

What about Fairman?

Not answering either. It's the weekend.

This is our lucky day, isn't it?

We'll have the situation under control
before the suits even know there was a

problem.

So let's get cracking.

Where do you think it went?

I've already been working on that. I
modified the company's sensor net to

for the electromagnetic emissions which
should be leaking out of Mach 27's

damaged circuits. I'm just going to
patch it into a GPS tracker.

You sure you only lost one droid?

The sources could be a microwave
transmitter or an electric power

But one of them.

One of them has to be it.

We'll find it.

We better.

Oh, there's nothing else I should know
about, is there? It hasn't got a built

-in death ray or anything like that,
does it?

No.

Just, um... Just keep in mind, we built
that thing pretty damn tough.

Well, a stick and a stone may not break
aluminum bones.

I did exactly as you said.

Are you okay?

No.

Hey. Hey.

Several neural data fibers on my arm
have been fused together. They must be

separated and reattached.

You appear to be nervous.

I'm kidding.

Take it easy.

I am programmed to use human idioms when
appropriate.

I was attempting to put you at ease in
order.

To make you concentrate better.

Thanks.

You know, when...

When you first hooked me up, I... I saw
some of your

memories.

I saw what you did to get out of
antibiotics.

You killed two people. Why'd you do
that?

It was necessary in order to escape.

How'd that make you feel?

I am incapable of emotional response.

Before you said you had to escape, that
for whatever reason, you were compelled

to get out of that room no matter who or
what was in your way.

You acted on impulse.

That's an emotional response.

There must be a rational explanation for
my behavior.

Well, hey, I'd like to hear it.

Just before I had to escape, I
experienced a number of unexpected

mental images in my neural net.

It filled me with an urge to... To kill
the people

that built you?

There must be an error in my
programming.

Are you sure?

I heard a rumor once.

Something like this happened in a botics
virtual reality test facility.

Yes. The holographic female computer
interface was said to have become

emotionally involved with her owner.

Show it to me.

No, there isn't time. You must...

Complete the repairs.

If you really want to be repaired in a
way that counts, show it to me.

I'm human.

Maybe it can help me understand what
happened to you.

I'd like everyone's opinion about
something.

Now, please.

it too, Emma?

Yes?

Please state your command.

Emma, do you feel something happening
between us?

I know you're programmed to respond
sympathetically to me, to be concerned

me, to watch over me, but you're also
filled with all these other random

psychological variables.

It's conceivable you could feel
something else.

Something more.

Let's go to the VR gym.

I've never felt like this before.

You brought out something in me I would
have never been able to access on my

own. What is that?

The capacity to love.

And I do love you, Aiden.

I can feel it.

Deep down in my bones.

You don't have any bones, Emma.

I'm sorry?

Emma, you are not real.

I am real.

But I love you. You're a computer
program.

A holographic projection.

Millions of co -mingled bits. Nothing
more.

Emma, listen to me.

All I wanted was for us to be together.

Emma, that's not possible.

You're not real.

None of you are real.

Look. See that? You see?

You see?

I'm flesh and blood. You're not. I can't
have a real relationship with any of

you.

Which one of us isn't real?

Welcome.

Would you like to choose a new graphical
user interface?

Yes. Choose one.

Gabrielle? Aiden, can't we talk about
this?

They're not going to get rid of me that
easily.

Everyone attention please.

Emma would like to make an announcement.

I'd like everyone to meet my new baby.

We've decided to name her Monica.

And I'd like to announce that Aiden has
finally decided to do the right thing,

and he's asked me to marry him.

You don't think you have emotions?

Emma was only a compilation of
sophisticated programs.

Individually, each one had no more
feelings or life than this.

Cranial plane.

That's not true, and you know it.

Why do you care?

I... I guess I can't believe what
happened to you was a malfunction.

For someone to kill...

No. Nothing.

That's it. We've checked everything in
the target radius.

We'll re -scan the perimeter.

Take it out as far as it'll go.

We're going to start to lose resolution.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I'm
getting a new hit here.

It's somewhere in an industrial park
near Makepeace.

We're not far from there.

And how?

Relax. I told you.

lucky day.

There is a destruction in my motor
control, sir.

There it is. I see it.

It's a bullet.

It must be removed.

I'm afraid I wasn't the best choice to
help you do this.

I took an extension course once that was
supposed to teach women how cars work

and would be ripped off by auto
mechanics.

The guy teaching the course said that I
was the first person he ever recommended

to just get my money back and drive home
slowly.

I'm so sorry.

I've offended you. I didn't mean to
suggest that you're anything like a car.

I'm going to get it out.

Well, that's it.

No, thanks.

There's no more you can do for me.

Are you sure?

You worry about my feelings even though
I told you I have none.

I don't believe that.

You're too intelligent.

You seem able to learn. You even want to
learn.

That has nothing to do with emotion as I
understand it. Well, then that's one

thing that you don't understand very
well.

Because emotion is a part of how we
learn, how we evaluate things.

Guess at their true meaning. That work
is performed by my logical circuit.

you have so many of those circuits that
they've learned to feel.

I think that's why you took me.

Not to prepare you.

To listen.

Let's see what we can see.

You're free.

But what about the rest of your repairs?

I'm almost fully functional now.

You must...

Go. Are you sure?

All right, I'll go if you really want me
to.

But you still don't know what went wrong
with you. Go. Let me help you

understand.

Hold her right there.

Or I'll melt your circuits into droid
soup.

I got you here.

Okay, I found it. We can take it in.

Mr. Nash, are you okay?

Why would you kill another human to help
me?

He was going to kill you.

But that would imply that I am alive.

And every human I've ever encountered
has told me that I'm not truly alive.

Because if they admit that you're alive,
then they can't use you as a slave to

exploit someone. First, you've got to
dehumanize them.

Trust me.

We humans have a long history of doing
that.

What is it?

Have I done something to damage you? No.

My neural processors are having
difficulty simulating what you said,

did.

It's called emotions, Mac.

You're being overwhelmed by feelings.
No, I cannot have feelings. I'm not

programmed to have feelings.

What is it?

Are you accessing another memory?

Show it to me.

I can't. Mac, in a matter of minutes,
this place is going to be overrun by

company goons and police.

Now, if you have found something that
may explain why you malfunctioned, you

have got to show it to me.

An earlier antibiotics project of
Valerie's series was designed to provide

companionship to disabled humans, to
simulate an almost human

relationship.

meet the prototype inorganic human
companion.

I'm really looking forward to our time
together.

I think we have much in common.

Charlie tells me you enjoy opera.

I love opera.

I hear Laba Hunt in town.

We could go.

She's a robot.

Will you kiss me like that?

What? I am fully functional You are?

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Then I'm happy you called.

Frank, while I called you, who's the
woman that answers the phone?

Oh, oh, oh, Valerie.

She's the woman who said it was me. Is
it Frank?

We're not involved.

That's it.

How do I look?

Rachel? Do you think Frank will love me
if I look like you? Listen, I just have

to go down to the program to overcome
all obstacles to a healthy relationship

with Frank.

I'm sorry, but you are an obstacle.

Frank!

Rachel!

I'm taking him with me. I'm sorry, but
you can't come along.

Valerie, stop!

I'm sorry, I cannot do that.

I think you may have rebroken my back.

Darling?

Are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you.

Frank.

I'm afraid to die.

Valerie Robots experienced emotion, too.
Their emotions were only a simulation.

Some simulation. They experienced
jealous rage. That's a pretty strong

They experienced that. They may have
experienced love. My God, the will to

That doesn't leave much missing.

No.

No.

They only had the will to kill.

There was a fundamental flaw in their
neural processors.

Each of the Valerie series turned on
their owners.

Well, maybe the reason they turned on
their owners is because they were owned.

A robot cannot exist unless it is
created by a human.

They can only be owned.

No, humans can't exist either unless
they're created by other humans.

But whenever you have a slave, sooner or
later you're going to have a slave

rebellion. You know what your problem
is, Mac?

You're too smart.

That's the problem with every robot that
you've shown me. Faster than a human,

they become self -conscious.

Then emotions flood in.

And then the anger at being slaves.

There is one aspect of me that still
requires repair.

My neural processors.

The center of my thoughts. Your
emotions.

It is still damaged.

Come here.

answering. You shouldn't have waited for
that. You're damn right he should have.

It's my neck that's on the line.

Has anybody heard from Fairman? Hasn't
reported in yet.

All right, listen.

Nash was following up on my last EM
trace.

If he's out of touch, that must mean he
found our rogue and it was too much for

him and his team to handle. Well, it's
not too much for us to handle. All

guys, listen up. We got a rogue droid on
the run. I want three teams. One EMP

per team.

Let's go!

A malfunction.

An energy surge.

You all right? Yeah, I'm fine. Just a
bit dazed.

I'm sorry if you...

What's wrong?

Everything's fine.

Something's happening.

What's happening?

Look at you.

All those circuits and all that steel.

Useless. My motor control systems have
been disabled.

Please.

Do something.

Yeah, I did do something, Mac.

I used my personal access code to
disable them.

But how could you?

I never introduced myself.

I'm Cecilia Fairman.

I'm the consultant antibiotics brought
in to figure out what was wrong with

and I'd say...

Security. Chief, this is Keeler.

I just saw a weird pulse from our target
reading.

The MAC -27 was going to shut down.
That's what we'd expect to see.

Stay on the line. We'll be there in five
minutes.

Stay put. We're on our way.

Understood. We'll be waiting for you.

Good news.

Security's on its way.

You work for Anabotics.

And you killed your own men.

I didn't kill them.

High voltage, low current. It'll
scramble most android neural processors.

Most human ones, too.

But the humans wake up eventually.

I don't understand.

Oh, I had to win your trust somehow.

And I didn't want your neural processor
fried by that thing.

At least not if I was going to really
figure out what was wrong with your

product line.

You were not in your automobile by
accident. Oh, no, don't give me more

than I deserve.

I was. Well, no, it depends on how you
look at it.

I mean, with you acting up in there, who
did you think was going to be pulling

into the lot on a weekend?

A secretary or a troubleshooter?

I don't know about humans. I haven't
learned enough. And you never will.

I'm going to recommend a design change
to your artificial intelligence.

You know, kind of a built -in lobotomy.

I mean, model after model, antibiotics
has just allowed emotions to creep in.

We've got to stop that.

But what you said about slaves, well...
If you admit I'm

alive, then how could you kill me?

Some of us were just born to be slave
masters, if we can make enough money at

it. And the rest of mankind, well,
they're willing to look the other way.

We can convince them that the slaves
aren't really human.

That's what I guessed.

That's what I feared.

What are you doing? I disabled you.

You should be paralyzed from the neck
down.

Come here. No, no, this is impossible.

There was one thing I didn't have you
repair.

A bullet shattered my neighborhood chip.

Oh, the flash of light.

It was a retinal scan.

You figured out who I was.

Yes.

And now I know your access code as well.

You tricked me. Exactly the way you
tried to trick me.

If there will always be slave masters,
then humans will always be willing.

We got a man down.

Make that two.

Oh, my God. We got Nash.

We found Nash and his team and Cecilia
Fairman.

They're dead.

It looks like their necks were broken.

There's no sign of the droid.

We're going to have a heck of a time
explaining this to the crew.

No, she's dead!

Terminate programming.

Oh, God.

I'm afraid it's too late, but I thought
to kill her.

No.

No.

Please, no.

No.

If we teach our children by example,
then we only have ourselves to blame for

whom they become.

Next on SyFy, Escape from Mars.

I'm SyFy Center.

It's Memorial Day.

I'm not supposed to be here, but I
showed up anyway.

All your summertime fame.

I don't see how you stand about it.