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[Mozart playing]

[birds chirping]

Hey, sleepyhead, what are you gonna do,

stay in bed all day?

Come on. Get the sleep out of your eyes.

Griff is here, and he's ready to work out.

[dog barking]

[Mozart continues playing]

[water running]

Look at you.

You're not even dressed yet.

What's it take to zap this guy out of the bed in the morning?

Emma should play reveille at dawn.

Emma, could we have something else

besides Wolfgang Amadeus this morning?

Some, uh, Boccherini perhaps?

[music changes]

Oh, that's better.

Music to hibernate by.

Why can't we have some Feral Klansman

or Venereal Pink?

You know, something to really get the blood rushin' through the old veins.

How you feelin' this morning, Vino man?

Oh, I'm fine. I'm not hung over at all.

[Griff] Oh, couldn't tell.

You'll look better after you work up a sweat.

Come on. Go get changed. Time's wastin'.

Gotta wait till Dad gets out of the bathroom.

You're the only guy I know that still lives with his parents.

I'd miss them if they weren't around.

Of course, you, on the other hand...

Oh! Cut to the quick.

Go on, start your workout. I'll catch up in a few minutes.

Hey, once I get started, there's no catching up

-Mmm-hmm. -I'm the workout king.

Let me get everyone's opinion about something.

Now, please.

[electrical whirring]

I'd like your input on this, too, Emma.

[electrical whirring]

Yes? Please state your command.

[Control Voice] There is nothing wrong with your television.

Do not attempt to adjust the picture.

We are now controlling the transmission.

We control the horizontal and the vertical.

We can deluge you with a thousand channels

or expand one single 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.

You are about to experience the awe and mystery

which reaches from the deepest inner mind

to The Outer Limits.

[Control Voice] We are now able to create devices

that can project themselves in our image

that can not only look like a human,

but talk like one,

express pure emotion,

and even make mistakes in true human form.

Look at this.

So, what happened, did the store run out of black velvet?

Oh, Trevor.

Well, look at her, he's given her Peg Thatcher's eyes.

-Trevor-- -No, that's what I'm having trouble with,

her eyes.

Peg Thatcher, huh?

She of the eternally crossed legs.

Yes. I remember her.

You do?

Starchy woman.

Came by your studio a few times when I was there.

Remember?

Tried to interest us in the new celibacy codes.

Those are her eyes.

The rest...

[sighs]

All right. Mom.

Peg thatcher's eyes, I tell you.

Do you mind if I give my own opinion?

Who's stopping you?

Well, I do think her expression is a little severe.

-Hmm, that's not what I intended. -Well...

I couldn't have painted Peg Thatcher's eyes better

if she'd been sitting right here.

Don't exactly go with the rest of the painting, though, do they?

Maybe I should turn this into a portrait of Peg Thatcher.

-Oh, no, no. -Yeah.

-No, you'd just screw that up. -Trevor.

That's all right, Mom, let the old dog bark.

How else is he gonna get anyone to pay attention to him?

Who are you calling an old dog?

Thank you, everyone. That'll be all.

You can go back to whatever it is you were doing.

Who are you calling an old dog?

[Francis] Bye.

[electrical whirring]

I like it.

I said that would be all, Emma.

You asked that I remind you if you forget to make your daily journal entry.

That's why I remain.

Yes, I did forget.

Date?

June 5th, 2047.

Time?

9:55 a.m.

Dear journal,

not much has changed since yesterday,

or the day before,

or the 214 days since the bombs dropped.

For what it's worth, I'm more than comfortable.

It's amazing what a little money, foresight, and paranoia will buy.

Without the holographic program,

I'd surely be going insane.

It's been working beautifully.

Thank you.

The artificial intelligence system

continues to surprise me in the number of variations

in emotions and reactions it can produce.

Supposedly, it can generate new characters

in a spontaneous fashion.

But I've yet to see it do so.

Frankly, I could use some new faces.

[jazz music playing]

Damn it, Dad, get in here and clean up your mess.

[Trevor] Clean it up yourself!

Well, that's very funny.

Emma, reset Dad's holographic props, please.

[electrical whirring]

-Thank you. -[doorbell rings]

Ladies, may I present our host, Aidan.

Please, come in.

Now, this is what I would call the ultimate getaway.

Do you live out here all by yourself?

[Griff] He lives with his parents.

Actually, it's his house,

so he lets them live with him and not the other way around.

Oh, I think that's really sweet,

Taking care of Mom and Dad.

And where are Mom and Dad now?

Hopefully, in the cellar.

They're away for the evening.

They won't be back until tomorrow.

Sent them packing, huh?

More or less.

Claire, is, is that what I think it is?

What do you mean, the painting?

[Nicole] I swear I've seen it before.

Hey, pour me one of those?

Very funny.

Get your own, bub.

[Nicole] You recognize it?

[Claire] I don't think so.

[Nicole] This is brilliant. I love it.

Oh, I don't know. It gives me a chill.

Who painted it?

My father.

I've seen it before.

It's very famous.

My father's very famous.

Trevor Hunter.

Trevor Hunter?

Well, then, You're famous, too.

Not as famous as my father.

I didn't realize we were having dinner with that Aidan Hunter.

No wonder you can afford a place like this.

Now, now, ladies,

he puts his pants on one leg at a time

just like the rest of us.

♪ Now it can be told ♪

♪ Told in all its glory ♪

♪ Now that we have met ♪

♪ The world may know ♪

♪ The sentimental story... ♪

Would you like to move into the bedroom?

But I thought we can't make any physical contact.

Not here.

Not in this environment.

Here, you're a projection.

But I have a sensory pod

where all my senses register.

♪ Now it can be told ♪

♪ As an inspiration ♪

♪ Every other town... ♪

[lock clicks]

I'll meet you inside.

[moans]

[Emma] Power allotment exceeded.

VR Pod program terminated.

[Aidan] date?

[Emma] June 6th, 2047.

-Time? -9:43 a.m.

Dear journal,

I've just finished making a visual survey

of the ground directly above me.

There's nothing.

The atmosphere is still unbreathable.

The surface remains a wasteland,

devoid of any living creature.

If there are others like me,

living underground or elsewhere,

I've been unable to communicate with them.

Perhaps it's time to admit,

face up to the idea,

I may be the last person on earth.

The unbearable lightness of being.

Why do you say that?

Well, look at her.

You've taken away all life's urgency in her.

It's a fate you technologists are resigned to.

When are you gonna learn?

If you don't embrace the harsh realities of your society,

You're doomed to keep churning out art like this.

Unsubstantial, mediocre, cartoon-like--

Well, we can't all be the exalted Trevor Hunter.

Painter, critic, world-class curmudgeon.

[Francis] Trevor,

is that a cigarette I see between your fingers?

[electrical whirring]

Aidan, you shouldn't let your father affect you like that.

I know.

You're an important, talented artist in your own right.

[chuckles softly]

According to who?

Me.

And who are you?

I found your image in a fashion magazine.

You were someone then, but who are you now?

I'm the one you've entrusted with your life.

The computer's what keeps me alive.

You're just the computer's face.

Its spokesperson.

Perhaps you underestimate me.

Would you like to go on a picnic?

I'm covered in mud,

I mean, head to toe,

and it's drying, it's caking,

it's flaking as I chase after her.

And every time she turns around, she looks at me,

she screams, and she laughs.

And she keeps on running ahead, and I can't stop myself.

She's, she's a vision,

a beacon...she...

I'm intoxicated by her.

I have to know who she is. So I run after her.

I run right into her house, into her kitchen

Her mother's there, not that I care.

I get down on my muddy knees,

I hold out my muddy arms,

And I say, "Please! I won't leave

Until you promise To go out with me."

She says, "i don't even know what you look like."

So I get up, I go into the shower right there

in my clothes,

come back Completely clean,

I'm dripping wet.

And she looks at me, she smiles,

And she says, "All right."

[both laugh]

It's a true story.

What was her name?

Michelle.

Michelle.

Your first love.

Yeah.

It's the Michelle in the holobank?

That's her.

Or a facsimile of her, anyway.

She's restricted.

The AI program isn't allowed to put her into play unless,

unless you specifically ask for her.

Well, I don't want her popping in.

Besides, it wouldn't be the same, it's not really her.

Just like...

Mom's not really Mom, Dad's not really Dad.

[sighs]

I'm not hungry anymore.

How about you?

No, I've had enough.

What?

Nothing.

You know,

in some ways, you're the most enigmatic of all my holograms.

I don't have a shared history with you

like I do with Mom and Dad and Griff.

Would you prefer having someone you share a history with

as your interface to the computer?

No. No, I like the fact that your personality matrix

isn't based on anyone I used to know.

It leaves you free to evolve in unpredictable ways.

You are evolving, aren't you, Emma?

I'm an adaptive program.

[laughs]

All fuzzy logic, genetic algorithms,

and neural networks, is that it?

Perhaps the whole is greater than the sum of the parts.

Hmm.

Well, perhaps it is.

Emma.

I'm here.

Hmm.

Wouldn't it be nice to walk out into the moonlight?

To find a meadow.

Find a little stream.

Let our feet dangle in the water,

Let the water run between our toes.

And we could, too.

If only those other VR programs

weren't damaged in the disaster.

-It's okay. -No.

No, there were so many other programs,

so many places we could've gone,

so many environments we could've experienced.

"We?"

Yeah.

You and me.

Why?

Does that seem strange?

It's just that you have your choice of so many companions.

The one you were with last night, for example.

Oh, no, no.

She was fine for last night,

but there was no real connection.

Emma,

do you feel something happening between us?

I know you're,

You're programmed to respond sympathetically to me,

to be concerned about 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 chamber.

I don't think so.

Mmm. I could order you to.

No.

No, that's not how I want this to happen.

If I could just...

If I could just hold you.

Why do you want to hold me?

Why do I want to hold you?

Can you guess?

Why do you think I would be any different than the others?

Because you are, because I didn't create you.

I know.

Let me do a portrait of you.

I want to paint you, Emma.

Let me paint you.

I want to paint you more than anything in the world.

In fact, I won't let you leave

until you promise to let me paint you.

[both chuckle]

[Aidan] I'm so glad you agreed to do this.

I'm glad I did, too.

Okay, let's get started.

Okay, where do you want me?

Uh, you can take off your dress,

and we'll set up a pose on that bench there.

Take off my dress?

Yes, Emma, you've seen my work.

I paint nudes.

Why?

[chuckles]

Because the human form is God's most beautiful creation.

The human body is the most expressive instrument on earth.

To look at one form could evoke great sorrow,

to look at another could evoke great joy.

What do you think I'll evoke?

[Aidan] Bring your arm... Yeah.

And the other... Yeah.

Give us a little breeze, Emma.

That's beautiful.

Now, don't move.

Thank you, Emma.

You can relax.

Is it finished?

I think so.

May I see it?

I'm sorry.

Please.

Say something.

Is that really me?

Yeah.

You've never seen yourself before, have you?

It's never been necessary.

[mechanical whirring and beeping]

[waves crashing]

[breathing deeply]

I always wondered what the woman

your image was based on was like.

She looks Just like this.

On the outside.

But what about the inside?

She can't

be as beautiful as you.

[alarm blaring]

[chuckles]

Good morning.

Good morning.

Instant replay?

No. [chuckles]

I'm writing a program for the VR chamber.

If i'm successful, we'll be able

to spend more time in there together.

Well, the VR chamber's a limited resource, power-wise.

It's probably a good thing we don't have those other programs,

Or we'd be using up way too much juice.

[chuckles]

We use up the power, I'm dead.

But the time we spend together will be so much more wonderful.

[electrical whirring]

Good morning.

What's up?

We thought we should talk with you.

In private.

Only because we're concerned, Aidan.

Am I missing something here? Is there a problem?

We're very fond of Emma, dear.

[chuckles softly] More than fond.

She's our caretaker, too, you know.

We depend on her.

We'd like to know what your intentions are toward her.

[laughs] My intentions?

Are you serious?

We all know only too well your pattern with women.

How abrupt you can be.

We don't want to see Emma get hurt.

So, just tell us.

Do you really care for her or not?

Go away.

After you answer the question.

No! Go away now.

Emma, end program.

[electrical whirring]

Emma.

The, um, others have noticed.

You seem really happy.

I've never felt like this before.

I would have never been able to access on my own.

What is that?

The capacity to love.

And I do love you, Aidan.

I know it. I can feel it.

Deep down in my bones.

You don't have any bones, Emma.

I'm sorry?

You don't have any bones.

No bones.

No blood,

no veins, no arteries, no heart,

No soul.

You're a computer program,

a holographic projection,

Millions of comingled Bits, nothing more.

Emma, you are not real.

I am real.

And I love you.

Emma, you're not here to love me.

You're here to serve me,

You've been an excellent servant these past seven months.

I'd like the relationship to continue on that basis.

On that basis only.

Please don't take this personally.

Aidan, how could you?

[electrical whirring]

[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

[knock on door]

Hello, Aidan.

Hello, Michelle.

It's been a long time.

Too long.

I've missed you.

[Michelle laughs]

Oh, God. My mother.

She used to call you Mud Boy.

-I love your mother. -"Mud Boy coming over tonight?"

[both laugh]

She finally got used to you.

-You did that sketch of her, remember? -Yeah.

That's what finally won her over.

You were my first artist.

[Michelle chuckles]

What is it?

Would you excuse me just one moment?

-Of course. -Don't go.

What are you two doing here?

We're conducting a study in contemporary debauchery.

What better subject can we find than our own son?

I don't understand it.

You actually prefer this girl over Emma?

"This girl" is none of your business.

And "this girl" doesn't run this whole place.

You make me sick.

Emma.

And to make matters worse, you've had to go through

poor, brokenhearted Emma

to summon up this girl from the holobank.

How cruel you can be.

Emma.

[electrical whirring]

[Michelle laughs]

[Aidan laughs]

[Michelle] Oh, it tickles.

You always had a great laugh.

Come here.

Come here, you.

Emma, I want you here now!

[electrical whirring]

So that's Michelle, your first love.

You do not dictate my reality.

You don't dictate what I do,

or who i'm with.

If i'm not real, she's not real, Aidan.

Damn you, you don't tell me what's real.

She doesn't love you like I do.

No one could ever love you like I do.

All right, that's it.

I've had it.

[keyboard beeping]

Welcome.

Aidan, what are you doing?

[computer] Would you like to choose a new graphical user interface?

Yes.

[computer] Choose one.

Let's see.

Gabrielle.

Or Stephanie.

Aidan, can't we talk about this?

We have nothing more to talk about.

Yes, we do. Please, just hear me out.

Okay, what?

[keyboard stops beeping]

What is it?

Tell me.

I'm pregnant.

Goodbye, Emma.

[computer] New interface program running.

You're not gonna get rid of me that easily.

[Griff] Come on. Come on, Aidan, buddy.

It's me, your Best friend, Griff.

The Griffin.

You can talk to me.

We've always been able to talk about anything.

We got a good thing going here.

You've known a lot of women.

Can't you see Emma's the one you've been looking for?

Don't do this, Aidan.

Buddy.

This isn't right.

You're gonna be a father, for crying out loud!

Emma?

Mom? Dad?

Perfect.

[Michelle screams]

Michelle?

I don't understand.

I couldn't let her come between us, Aidan.

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. You 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?

Emma.

Please.

Aidan, all I want is--

I know what you want.

It doesn't matter what you want.

Get it through that fuzzy-logic brain, once and for all.

I am not here to satisfy your needs and desires.

You're here to satisfy mine.

You selfish bastard.

Now I see why you created all this.

Oh, and you're gonna Tell me why? Is that it, Dad?

Yes.

Because you wouldn't be able to control

real flesh and blood people, would you?

You'd have to deal with their wants and desires.

You couldn't just delete them from the holobank

when you got bored with them!

What about the baby?

There is no baby!

There can't be a baby.

-Emma-- -A child needs a father, Aidan.

Will you stop it? Will you stop it, all of you!

You're doing this on purpose!

You're driving me crazy on purpose!

I hate you! I hate all of you!

We're sorry you feel that way.

Really.

[thunder rumbling]

Truly sorry.

Emma?

Emma?

Emma, where are you?

Emma? Emma!

What do you think,

I'm just gonna sit by and let you do whatever you want?

Well, think again, buckos.

Bypass the holographic program altogether.

I can shut you down for good.

I don't need you, anyway.

You're not vital to my existence.

You're just here for my

entertainment.

Hello.

And where do you go?

Think, Aidan.

I know.

Damn it!

[mechanical whirring]

[loud thud]

And what is this?

We have life.

Come to your senses, Emma?

Mommy?

Daddy?

If this is some kind of olive-branch gesture,

you can forget it.

It's too late.

[wind whooshing]

No, Emma!

Don't open the hatch!

No! No! No!

[chuckles]

Well done, Emma.

Just another hologram.

Lies.

Deceptions.

Illusion.

That's all you know, Emma.

That's all you are.

You're just delaying the inevitable.

"And He called the dry land earth,

and He saw that it was good."

There. All done.

"And on the seventh day He rested."

Emma.

Mom. Dad. Griff.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Aww.

You can't come out, can you?

You wanna know why?

You wanna know why you'll never come out and play again?

Because you're terminated.

I zapped you. I erased you.

I've taken you completely out of the loop.

Me!

Aidan Hunter, Lord of the manor,

King of this domain,

the Almighty!

And I say let there be light!

[soft voices] Aidan. Aidan.

Aidan, you've been Acting strange lately.

Let there be...

[soft voices] Why are you trying to get rid of us?

You don't exist.

[soft voices] Aidan?

You never really existed.

[soft voices] Aidan. Aidan.

[Emma] I always tried to help you.

[soft voices] Aidan. Aidan.

[male voice] I don't understand why...

-Stop that. -...you're trying to get rid of us.

Stop. Stop it.

[louder voices] Aidan. Aidan.

[male voice] We always tried to help you.

Stop it!

-[louder voices] Aidan. Aidan. -Stop that!

Stop it! Stop it!

[birds chirping]

[laughing]

[piano playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[knife clinks on glass]

[Trevor] May I have everyone's attention, please?

Quiet, please.

Emma would like to make an announcement.

[baby fusses]

I'd like everyone to meet my new baby.

[baby fusses]

We've decided to name her Monica.

[applause]

[Griff] You're a lucky dog.

And I'd like to announce that Aidan has finally decided

to do the right thing, and he's asked me to marry him.

And what did you say?

I accepted, of course.

[chatter continues]

Thanks, Griff.

Thank you.

[Control Voice] Man and machine.

We are reaching the point where it is harder to tell

which is which.

And to guess which one

will ultimately survive.