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Mit has a zero-tolerance policy on plagiarism.

- You're expelling me? - Immediately.

I'm here because I can be the greatest inventor of my generation,

which doesn't mean much without the resources

to bring my ideas to life.

Setting course to Chicago, Illinois.

- So, what should we do - about Stuart? - Fire him.

But make sure you find his replacement first.

- Yo, you seein' this? - Holy hell.

Ooh!

Why do you insist on building your own death trap?

Because I can.

A lot of kids act out

for years after a traumatic event.

You know, traditional companies, they didn't work for me, either.

That's why I work for someone... better.

I heard riri Williams was a genius.

- You don't have that kinda money. - Consider this a signing bonus.

Join me and I will give you the tools to help you carry out your vision.

Riri?

Riri, time to wake up, love.

Nah, nah, you... you're not real.

If I wasn't real, could I do this?

Okay.

- Well, what is real? - Riri? Are you home?

Yes.

You got to get out of here.

- I do not need my mom to see you. - Okay, where do you want me to go?

Riri, don't you hear me calling you?

One second, mom.

You nice with it.

Please stop talking.

- Did you just slam my door? - Sorry.

Okay, what is this? Who are you?

I'm Natalie.

I'd shake your hand, but I'm just a three-dimensional image

shaped by light beams projecting from that broken chest plate, so

- I'm not calling you that. - Okay.

You could call me, "neuro autonomous technical assistant"

"and laboratory intelligence entity" instead,

but "Natalie" just kind of rolls off the tongue a little better,

- you know? - Fine. Call yourself whatever you want.

It's not like you're gonna be around much longer, anyway.

Run diagnostics.

Wait, what? What do you mean? I just got here.

I need to figure out what went wrong so I can erase you, start over,

and hopefully forget this weird glitch ever happened.

Whoa, who you callin' a glitch?

Run diagnostics.

Okay, so you just gon' threaten my life

- and then ask for a favor. - Favor?

That's how you do business?

Girl, that was an order.

Which, as an AI you're designed to obey.

Run diagnostics now.

See, I just don't understand why you want to erase me

when I'm literally perfection.

No. You are a mistake.

- How, sway? - My goal was to recreate

a very sophisticated wakandan AI called griot...

- "Sophisticated". - To enhance my suit's functionality.

Sounds like a victorian-era ghost. That could be us, but you trippin'.

But somehow, I'm looking at a hologram of my dead best friend instead.

Yeah, that's...

That's only weird if you make it... weird.

My god!

I don't have time for this.

It's been more than a second, riri.

- What are you doing? - Is that Ronnie?

Can I talk to her?

That's a diamond-hard no.

- Why can't I talk to her? - Be quiet.

- 'Sup? - "'Sup?"

- You got a boy in here? - Ew. No, mom.

- A girl? - It's just me. By myself.

- Yeah. - Well...

It's really nice seeing you in your room again.

Mom, I'm kinda in the middle of something. Okay?

All right. I'll leave you alone.

Okay, thank you so much. Bye.

What do you want for dinner tonight? What...!

Listen, I gotta go to work, so...

You're gonna wait here quietly till I get back.

I can't go with you? What am I supposed to do while you're gone?

Nothing.

Do not do anything until I get back.

As you wish, master riri.

You have fun in here.

Damn.

Here again?

Go home, Roger.

Good morning to you, too.

Actually, glad I caught you, 'cause.

I was gonna invite you to this, saba thing tonight.

- Unless you already got plans. - No. I.

I mean, yeah, I could go.

Let's meet there. Send me the addy. I really gotta go. I'm late.

We tra Nsformed Chicago's historic freight tunnels

into a private highway,

offering travelers a shorter and safer commute.

The committed team at tnnl thanks investors like you

for joining our mission to bring comfort,

safety, and community to the great city of Chicago.

The subterranean system utilizes electromagnetic

yo, nice of you to finally join us.

Sorry. I'm...

Brought the bagels.

Gluten-free?

All right. Let's get to it.

Here's the squad.

Sitting across from me is slug.

Our hacker extraordinaire from madripoor.

They were swindling high rollers on dark web gambling sites.

We offered them asylum

in Chicago in exchange for their services.

I don't wanna toot my own horn or anything,

but, I'm kinda one of madripoor's most wanted.

Toot-toot.

Then there's the blood siblings, roz and jeri.

Down-on-their-luck athletes, banned from every league

- for unsportsmanlike conduct. - Facts.

We found them making money off back-alley fights outside a dive.

Next is clown.

Our pyrotechnics specialist.

We found her in the middle of a nasty workplace dispute with her fiancé.

In exchange for her skills,

we convinced him to not press charges.

Then finally, that leaves my cousin, John.

Recruiter, getaway driver

I'm also highly skilled in the art of scherma di stiletto siciliano.

"Hi, I'm John. My parents didn't say, 'i love you, ' so now I play with knives."

That was actually funny. That's good.

Look, riri is replacing Stuart as our mechanic and tech specialist.

- We're lucky to have her. - Yep.

Let's get her up to speed on tonight's job.

- John? Take it away. - Yo.

Tonight, Sheila's gonna be doing a big demo run at tnnl.

And we're gonna be interrupting that practice run by breaking the system

in a way only this crew can fix.

We robbin' the Sheila zarate?

You mean, Sheila "I don't care if my tunnels"

"destroy entire communities if it makes me rich" zarate?

You're right. Screw her.

You'll upload a virus, created by yours truly,

into one of tnnl's mobile access points, allowing me to shut down the system.

It's on this flash drive here.

Once you plug it in, I can control the system.

- Clown will get you in. - I got just the thing.

Strong enough to blow through thick layers of concrete

without causing any damage below.

And she's quiet.

My little s-b-d. Silent but deadly.

Okay. Me, roz, and John will clear the control room

so slug can do their thing.

And once Parker's done with negotiations, we meet at the pickup spot.

Be there on time or take the bus.

Everyone in position by 8:00 sharp, tonight.

So, like, when do we get paid?

Is it like a cash only, under-the-table type situation,

or, like, direct deposit?

That's a good question.

How about we stay focused on the job?

And that suit better be ready.

We're gonna need it for tonight.

It's at home.

Charging, but I got you.

Don't worry.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Cool.

So, I'm screwed.

Can't you build some

do not sneak up on me like that.

Girl, you should've saw your face.

Stop messin' around and pull up Stuart Clarke's contact.

For what?

Maybe he has a connect.

- '- Sup, y'all. - It's your boy rampage, aka Stuart.

But call me rampage in your message.

This man sent me straight to voicemail.

Probably 'cause you stole his job.

- Salty ass. - Salty ass.

If only, if only you had a Valiant AI who'd brave the dark corners

of the Internet and locate everything you need.

- You already did that, didn't you? - I mean...

Maybe.

Just like the real Natalie.

Just show me what you found.

Okay, here's a list of black market shoppers in Illinois.

Closest address is registered to a Joe mcgillicuddy.

- That sounds fake. - Yeah, I know, right?

They might have what you need.

Recent transactions includes a bunch of experimental bio enhancements,

microchips, prosthetics, electronic control systems.

- My guy has everything. - Great.

I'll pay our friend, Joe, a little visit. What's the address?

Yes! Okay.

Besties breaking the rules.

My god, remember we used to sing '03 Bonnie & Clyde in your dad's car?

And you were always Jay-Z and I was Beyoncé.

How do you know that?

What, you mean "'03 Bonnie and Clyde"? It's a classic.

No, how do you remember something that you

never mind. Doesn't matter. You're not coming.

Again? But I'm in your chest plate.

Not if I tether you to my laptop.

- Wow, the betrayal. - What? It has games.

Good luck... dragging your suit all the way to evanston.

You're a strong, independent woman, but you ain't that strong.

Right here! Right here! I got juices!

Chocolate bars! I got candy!

Juices! Right here!

- Hey. - Wassup?

Let me borrow this wagon real quick.

"Borrow"? In this economy?

- Nah. - I can give you twenty.

Make it forty, you got a deal.

Hey, don't blame me. Blame inflation.

- Good girl. - Heather?

- Hey, neighbor! - Hello.

- Just a really quick thing. - This is the guy.

Do you think you could stop letting your dog poop on my lawn?

Sorry, Joe. But the hubs and I just got our yard done,

and well, I don't want little lucky contaminating my black-eyed Susans.

I totes understand.

Maybe you could take her to the park to do her business then?

Gosh, Joe, I would, but the grass over there is just so dry,

and, well, lucky can't go on dry grass.

- Sensitive paws. - I'm sorry to hear that.

- Light bulb. - Yeah.

How about you pick up after her then?

- Does that work? - All out of poop bags, Joe.

- You didn't... you didn't check? - Yeah, well

I'll take care of it next time. See you later, Joe.

Shoot!

God. Sorry about your persimmons.

That's all right. It looks like they're, only slightly bruised.

I can still make my world-famous jam. Thank you for your help. I'm Joe.

- Riri. - What you got there, riri?

I'm selling chocolate bars for my troop.

Technically, you need a permit for that, but I'm willing to look the other way

for an underprivileged youth.

How much for a bar?

One repulsor transmitter, a micro brain-machine interface system,

and nanosorbothane.

Maybe we should take this inside.

Hey, Joe...

Eyes on me. Where is your stash?

You've got the wrong guy.

Maybe whoever you're looking for lived here before me

and forgot to change his address on the black market?

I didn't say anything about the black market.

How do you know where the items came from?

Who kno... it's the criminal store.

I made an educated guess.

I'MMA make this easy for both of us.

If you don't work with me here,

the FBI gets a call from a... concerned neighbor.

And you rot in federal prison.

Look at me. There's no way I can survive prison.

Have you seen orange is the new black? They'll eat me alive.

Listen, Joe, if that's your name...

It is my real name! I swear.

Just hand everything over,

and you can get back to making your persimmon jam.

Okay. Okay.

But I don't keep the stuff in the house.

Just tell me where. I can go alone.

Unfortunately, my collection is protected by a biometric retinal scanner.

And I'd really like to keep both my eyes, please.

- Are you crying? - Sorry.

Sometimes it just happens. It's totally involuntary.

- Crying? - It'll go away on its own.

Just... Just ignore me.

- Is this 'cause you got blackmailed? - No, I can handle blackmail.

I get blackmailed, like, twice a day.

I just... don't wanna give all my stuff away to a stranger.

You know how long it took me to find a real chest repulsor transmitter?

I'm sorry. I'm still on the part where you get blackmailed twice a day.

What other shady things are you into, Joe?

It's my coworker, frank. He tricked me into doctoring a report for a client,

and now he hangs that violation over my head.

Which is ironic, by the way, because we're tech ethicists.

Joe, you gotta demand respect.

Right. Well, that's easy for you to say.

You have a menacing iron suit. People have no choice but to respect you.

Bruh, you were born with that kinda power.

Own it.

Don't let frank, or your shitty neighbor, or anybody else walk all over you.

Except for me. I'm allowed 'cause I got the menacing iron suit.

I didn't take you for an alanis fan.

I'm a complicated creature, Joe.

My goal was to recreate a very sophisticated

wakandan AI called griot, to enhance my suit's functionality.

Sounds like a victorian-era ghost.

Listen, that could be us, but you trippin'.

But somehow, I'm looking at a hologram of my dead best friend instead.

Hologram of my dead best friend instead.

Come on, now, ri, you gotta have some photos of me somewhere.

Here we go.

Okay. I'm coming for you, bestie.

Now, how the hell do I get out of here?

Here we go. Here we go.

And... got it.

Get behind me, Satan.

You weren't supposed to see me.

- Natalie? How the hell? - Relax.

Ms. Ronnie. It's... I'm not a ghost.

I'm just an AI coming from that

little projector you got over there.

- Word? - Word.

- Riri made you? - Yeah...

- Well, ashè then. - Ashè.

We're almost here.

You better not try anything.

What? Like...

Like kill? You think I'm gonna kill you?

I mean...

That's fresh. It's hilarious you think I'm capable of something like that.

Well, definitely didn't say I thought you were capable.

How did you find this place?

After I bought my first set of biomimetic mechatronics,

I was riddled with guilt. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep.

Eventually, I turned this silo into a bunker

to hide my growing collection of bionics.

That's really weird, Joe.

This is wild.

What are you gonna do with all of this?

Are you planning a global takeover?

Sh... should we be worried?

Calm down. It's nothing more than a quirky hobby.

A shady bunker filled with illegal weapons and... and bionics,

you call a "quirky hobby"?

"Shady bunker"? My bunker is not shady. It's wholesome.

A wholesome bunker?

Would a shady bunker have that on the wall?

It's literally above a crate of self-guided missiles.

I'm returning those.

Come on.

What's the real reason?

Why do you need all this?

I know it's unconventional. I guess...

The bunker makes me feel close to my dad.

He was... an engineer

constantly going on about how tech is the future.

And I always believed that, to an extent.

Except the future isn't piling on layers of clunky metal

and wrapping ourselves in wire.

Do I detect some shade?

I just mean that technology is meant to advance humanity.

And bionics is about so much more than weaponry and defense.

You can actually help people.

Organ replacements, prosthetic implants.

I mean, that's just the tip of the iceberg.

I don't know. That sounds sus.

Well, if not to help people, why would you build the suit?

Because I could.

That's not an answer.

Look, you're not gonna tell anyone where you got all this, right?

I'm no snitch.

I'm sorry.

I just can't get over how much you resemble the real Natalie.

I mean, you even sound just like her. Riri's really outdone herself.

Yeah. Except I think I freak her out.

What do you mean?

She's not letting me do the very thing that I'm designed to do,

which is protect her and help her.

Girl, welcome to riri's life.

The only way to be in it is to force your way through.

Really?

Time?

6:40 P.M. what's the rush?

I need this for work tonight.

You need an iron suit for a nighttime job,

- and I'm the shady one? - I think it's pretty clear at this point

that neither of us are outstanding members of society.

I'm sorry. My therapist says I have a tendency to project

my insecurities onto others.

It's fine.

- Question. As a tech tattletale, what? - Tech ethicist.

That's what I said.

What would you say if someone were to hypothetically create AI

using brain-scanning technology on themselves?

I would say the amount of energy and power it takes to scan a human brain

would hypothetically turn it to goop,

and only an idiot with a death wish would try that.

Cool, cool, cool.

But if someone did create AI

using brain-scanning technology successfully,

you think it'd be any good?

Are you asking for a friend?

I'm not not asking for a friend.

If by "good" you mean "efficient," then probably.

If by "good," you mean "ethical,"

it would depend on if the creator were ethical.

Okay. Could've said that in a regular tone, but I get it.

Can you pass me that?

I can't. My fingerprints will get all over it.

Who cares? Use gloves.

And the wind could blow my hair follicles onto it.

What wind? Joe.

You spent millions on all of this, and you haven't touched anything?

I've touched! How else would I have brought everything into the bunker?

- Hold this. Hold this right now. - I shouldn't.

I... I shouldn't.

But it's so smooth.

Cold...

- And metal-y... - Okay, okay.

It is smooth and cold and metal-y.

It feels good, don't it?

- What is this? - It's an mrf.

I used to drink those in college.

That's an amf. A mrf is a magnetic repulsion field.

- It's kinda plain, isn't it? - "Plain"?

Yeah, I mean, shouldn't it have, like, more flair?

- Not you giving me style tips. - Just saying.

Where's your arc reactor? That's, like, the...

You know, they don't exactly hand those out.

Mine is solar and wind powered.

Damn.

I gotta go.

Deuces.

What's good, clown?

Slug... I'm in.

Hey, girl, how's the heist going?

Shit! The drive!

- My bad. Did I scare you again? - Be quiet. They'll hear you.

Chill. I put us on our own channel.

Wait a minute. I lost comms with riri.

Roll call. You there? Hello?

- How did you even get out? - Jailbreak. There's a wireless connection

between me and the suit. I just had to figure out how to tap into it.

Well, you and your jailbreak just made me drop the hard drive

with slug's virus, and now I'm screwed.

- I can fix it. - How?

There's another way to shut down the system.

- How? - First, turn off your mrf

so you can magnetize yourself to one of these platforms.

The mrf is the only thing keeping me from death.

Don't worry, ri. I got you.

You better not get me killed.

- We got a problem. - What's up? What happened?

Riri must've lost the drive. It's not in the tunnel anymore.

Damn it. Parker can't hold his breath all night.

Can you get back on with riri?

Of course I can. It's just gonna take a minute, zaddy.

We don't have a minute.

Man, this is just like spy kids.

Okay, I'm stuck. What's next, nat?

All right. Each platform is connected to the security mainframe

in case of an emergency,

so if we can dislodge the car from its platform,

the firewalls will drop,

- and slug will be able to get in. - Looks like I'm under an impala,

which means six speed automatic transmission.

Let me see the undercarriage.

So don't wanna freak you out, but we're, like, five miles away

- from the weigh station. - Which means?

You about to get crushed like a pop can.

- Yo, slug. - Ooh, girl, we thought you was dead.

- Where's the drive? - About that. It fell.

New plan. When I give you the signal,

you're gonna have about two-and-a-half seconds

to switch the system over while it reboots.

- I'm gonna trigger an emergency override. - We don't do improv.

Too late.

Ew. Looks like thing.

Yeah, well, thing better work. Otherwise, I'MMA end up in jail.

The weight of the lift will probably kill you

- before that ever happens. - What happened to "I got you, ri"?

Well, I do got you, but you movin' kinda slow.

Ms. Riri, I'm waiting.

- Little to the left. - I don't need you backseat driving.

- We don't have all day. - I'm almost there.

Parker's runnin' out of time.

Slug, it's down. Quickly.

What's going on?

My very talented team just hijacked your system,

so now, technically, I control tnnl.

But we have to make it official, still.

This contract states that you will agree to put me and my associates

on tnnl's payroll.

Six-figure salaries, benefits,

free access to the highway, of course.

And equity in the company as an anonymous co-owner.

So, ready to sign?

Now, if you wanna take back control, just sign an initial there.

Unless you want your investors to have a front-row seat to the encore.

All right. She signed. We can clock out.

Everybody head to kinzie.

Pleasure doing business with you.

See y'all at the holiday party.

- Bruh. - Bruh.

Freeze!

- Hands up. - Natalie, close the helmet.

Now's not the time to start glitching. Snap out of it, n.A.T.

- What is she doing? - Hey, man.

- Ma'am? - The whole thing is over. Just...

- What the hell? - Just put the gun down.

- Make it stop. - Natalie, what's going on?

- N.a.t.a.I.i.e., what's... - I need you to put your hands up.

- Come on, man. There's no need for that. - On the ground!

- Close the helmet, n.A.T. - On the ground!

N.a.t.a.I.i.e., close the helmet!

N.a.t.a.I.i.e., give me control of the suit!

Get down or I'll shoot!

You good?

Yeah, I... think.

Hey, don't worry about him. He'll be fine.

Come on. Let's go.

I'd punch you in the head dead straight.

You didn't have the strength.

Punch me in my head dead straight.

Yo, ri, why you mad?

It's a party 'cause of you. We are freakin' rich!

But somebody almost died.

The security guard? Yo, he's fine.

Let me ask you...

What do you know about Parker?

What do you know about his hood?

Well, I heard he jacked it from coat check at bottom lounge.

Then somebody else was saying that he, like, wrestled it off a demon.

But, you know, I think it's just, like, vintage hermès.

You heard anything else weird about him?

Okay, one time I saw Parker shirtless.

Fine as hell.

But scales everywhere.

I don't think he's a lizard person, but...

He could still get it. You know what I'm saying?

What do you mean by "scales"?

Hey.

Here you go.

You know, you ask a lot of questions, riri.

Sometimes it's better to keep 'em to yourself.

Yo!

Everybody, bring it in.

Riri, get over here.

You know what?

This might be the prettiest group of washed-up criminals I ever saw.

All right.

I've been on my own since I was a kid.

If John hadn't found me, I wouldn't be here.

Feeling that powerless, it does something to you.

Every bruise you take for this team.

Every line of code.

Every job you plan with me, with this group, means something real.

You've lived your lives waiting to be seen.

Waiting to be acknowledged for your greatness. Well.

I see you.

But the money above us will never notice our brilliance

unless we force them.

And after what we pulled at tnnl, these suckers are listening.

And they're terrified.

But I don't give a shit.

About anyone but y'all.

So... here's to you.

Cheers.

Cheers, y'all. Cheers. I love you. I love you.

- Money. - Money.

Hey.

Hey.

- I'm sorry about earlier. - It's okay.

What happened? Where were you?

I saw the gun and I froze. I don't know why.

What do you remember about that night?

I remember hearing Gary yelling for us to get down.

I think I maybe closed my eyes?

I don't know. We can come back to that later, ri.

Right now, I need to talk to you about Parker.

Earlier today, by the tunnel, I sensed some crazy energy

radiating off Parker.

I tried to analyze it, but I couldn't.

I don't know what it is, but it ain't from around here.

So?

We wake up to aliens, androids, wizards on our timeline every other day.

I'm more concerned with how my AI is having panic attacks.

Riri, I'm being serious.

Hey, I think Parker's wrapped up in some sketchy shit.

- That doesn't bother you? - I know Parker is sus,

but this is an in and out job.

If you wanna keep playing spy kids, you gotta have my back.

Are you saying I can stay?

For now.

Damn it, I forgot about the show.

I have to take you with me.

- No. Don't make an excited face. - Come on.

Do you not remember the number one rule?

Yes, yes, I got it. Stay hidden.

This is dope.

I've waited many moons to hear you admit defeat, young Padawan.

"Padawan"? Wow.

I can't like star wars, too?

I just thought it was, you know, trekkies for life, but it be your own people...

And I listened to your mix tape.

Definitely put me in my feels.

You know, sometimes I listen to it when I get the urge to talk to her.

I wish I could right now, honestly.

Same.

Did you like it?

What is it that you most desire?

Bruh, look at your

it's fine.

Nah.

Nah, it ain't, man.

Look, I can't keep covering this shit up for you, bro.

I said it's fine.

Stop worrying about me. I'm not a kid anymore.

Yeah, you so grown. Look what it's doing to you.

After what he did to me.

So...

Can I have some privacy?

Please?

Yeah.

Where have you been?

I had to work late...

And then I had that show with xa.

Right.

So when were you gonna tell me about your little friend?

Natalie?

Baby, she is incredible.

It's like...

You brought back her entire soul.

She has the same mannerisms, same voice, same smile.

Can you make one of Gary?

No, mom.

Sorry.

Honestly, I... I don't even know what Natalie is.

I wish I could.

Heather...