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[man grunting]

-[doctor 1] What's going on? -[doctor 2] It's going crazy!

What the hell did you do to him?

Nothing! MAC, calm down! Please calm down!

Hang on.

Hurry up! Damn it! I can't hold him!

-[grunts] -[groans in pain]

This is Dr. Blake! We need help!

[grunts]

[gun cocks]

-[gun firing] -[gasps]

[grunts]

[woman on radio] Weekend weather outlook,

A nasty low pressure system

is going to move into the area later...

-[glass shatters] -[screaming]

Oh, my God!

-Please don't hurt me. -Drive.

[starting engine]

-[hissing] -[grunting]

[exclaims]

Drive the car.

-Oh, my God. -Now.

[grunting]

[circuits scrambling]

Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God. -[groaning in pain]

[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] It is nature's way

that life expands to fill any vacuum.

But when human minds become circuits

and human flesh become steel,

what will that new life reveal?

You locked it?

Why?

Figured it was gonna try and break back in?

[computer processing]

Looks like I missed one hell of a party.

What happened?

The MAC 27 prototypes' been having system faults

ever since we activated it.

So Fairman asked us to start debugging it.

And then...

when we tried to, it just...

just went crazy.

And since when do you do military bots?

It wasn't a soldier.

It was a worker, a labor drone.

It's practically a tractor

or a forklift for Christ's sake.

One doesn't usually see this kind of behavior

in a forklift.

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

The company is shipping 10,000 of these units

all over the country in less than a month.

[whirring]

If we don't figure out what went wrong...

We're gonna be issuing a lot of refunds.

[train horn blowing]

Help me!

Somebody help!

This is an industrial district.

The facility is not currently functional.

It is unlikely there are any humans

in 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?

-Inside. -[grunts]

There.

That location can be defended if necessary.

[groans]

[screams]

[crowbar clatters]

[crying]

[gasps]

-[gasps, screaming] -[metal chain rattles]

What are you doing?

No, please.

You bastard.

I have been shot.

Several of my motor control systems

have been damaged as a result.

[breathing heavily]

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. -Okay.

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.

[machine powering]

I'll show you.

[man] 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.

[energy pulse]

As you can see,

it is common for untrained humans

to do field repairs on damaged 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.

Yeah, well, you're not giving me

much of a choice either.

-Why should I help you? -[metal chain rattles]

If you will not perform the repairs,

I have no reason to keep you alive.

[gasps softly]

[exhales sharply]

You could at least say please, you know.

Please.

-Hmm. -Now direct your attention

to the wound in my torso.

[electronic whirring]

I see drawings and instructions.

They are repair schematics.

[beeps]

Each of the damaged coolant tubes

can be patched

using the plasti-seal tool as displayed.

You will find the tool in the repair kit.

[electronic whirring]

Plasti-seal will require

five seconds of direct pressure

in order to set.

-[electricity crackling] -[gasps]

How's that?

[mechanical whirring]

It will suffice.

Now repeat the operation

on each of the damaged tubes.

"MAC 27."

Is that your name?

Yes, I am Version 27

of the Mod-12 Innobotics standard synthetic frame,

adapted for farm and industrial use.

"MAC" is an abbreviation for MacDonald.

[chuckles softly]

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.

You know, MAC...

MAC, Innobotics isn't exactly known

for giving up easily.

They're gonna be looking for you.

Sooner or later,

they're gonna find you.

I cannot allow that to happen.

Why?

What made you run away?

I don't know.

I had to...

escape.

-[circuits scrambling] -[gasps]

My God.

You're scared.

No, the tremors are symptoms of my physical damage.

I'm incapable of emotion.

You could fool me.

You sure they didn't incorporate

some human feelings into...

whatever you use for a brain?

That is not possible.

My series was built specifically

to avoid the failures of earlier attempts

to control an android body

with the human mind.

What do you mean?

That information is not relevant

to completing my repairs.

Continue your task.

Please.

All right.

-[electricity crackles] -[gasps]

[electronic whirring]

Beginning transfer sequence

Code Alpha 0-0-1-9.

[whirring]

[machine powering up]

[computer processing]

[electricity buzzing]

[electricity crackling]

[machine powering down]

[electricity crackling]

[explosions]

Cotter,

your hand.

The interface 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 the small section

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,

to a synthetic body.

[electricity crackling]

[Dr. Keeler] It may be possible

to incrementally realign the spin axes

of the neural array.

-[electricity crackling] -[gasps]

-[alarm wailing] -[colonel] What's happening?

[Dr. Keeler] The circuits are overloading.

[colonel] Well, do something!

[Dr. Keeler] I'm trying.

[computer] Alert, alert.

Transfer terminated.

[steam hissing]

[alarm continues wailing]

-[energy pulse] -[gasps, chokes]

You tried to sabotage me.

No, I swear it was an accident.

The circuit you activated

was a manual override

to download my memory registers.

You intended to do it.

No, I swear, I slipped.

You're lying.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I just want to live.

You can understand that, can't you?

You want to live, too.

[coughs]

[exclaims]

If you make another false move,

intentional or accidental...

I will kill you.

[gasps]

[coughs]

[answering service] You have reached the office

of Robert Janus,

executive director of Innobotics Corporation.

No one is here to take your call right now,

but at the tone,

please leave a message.

[dial tone]

What about Fairman?

Not answering either. It's the weekend.

[chuckles]

This is our lucky day, isn't it?

We'll have the situation under control

before even the suits

even know there was a problem.

So let's get cracking.

Where do you think it went?

We've already been working on that.

I, uh, modified the company sensor net

to search the electromagnetic emissions

which should be leaking out of MAC 27's

damaged circuits.

I'm just gonna patch it into a GPS tracker.

[computer processing]

You sure you only lost one droid?

The sources could be a microwave transmitter,

or an electric power generator.

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 it, 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, sticks and stones may not break

its aluminum bones,

but this will really hurt it.

[crows cawing]

[mechanical whirring]

I did exactly as you said.

[exclaims]

Are you okay?

No.

-[metal chain rattles] -Ah! Hey!

Hey.

Several neural data fibers on my arm

have been fused together.

They must be separated and reattached.

Okay, okay.

-You appear to be nervous. -[chuckles softly]

No kidding.

-Take it easy. -Yeah.

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.

[sighs]

[electronic beeping]

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 Innobotics.

You killed two people.

Why did you do that?

It was necessary in order to escape.

How did that make you feel?

I am incapable of emotional response.

But 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.

Yeah.

Well, I...

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...

an urge to...

To kill the people that built you?

There must be...

an error in my programming.

Are you sure?

I...

I heard a rumor once. Um...

something like this happened

at the Innobotics virtual reality

-test facility. -Yes.

The holographic female computer interface

was said to have become

emotionally involved with her owner.

MAC...

show it to me.

No, there isn't time.

You must complete the repairs.

MAC, if you really want to be repaired

in the way that counts,

show it to me.

I'm human.

Maybe it can help me understand

what happened to you.

[machine powering up]

I'd like everyone's opinion about something.

Now please.

[electronic whirring]

I'd like your input on this 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 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.

[humming]

[both moaning softly]

I've never felt like this before.

You brought out something in me

I would never been able to access on my own.

What is that?

The capacity to love.

And I do love you, Aidan.

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.

And I love you.

You're a computer program, a holographic projection,

millions of commingled bits.

Nothing more.

[electronic whirring]

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.

[computing]

Welcome.

[beeping]

[computer] Would you like to choose

a new graphical user interface?

-Yes. -Choose one.

-[typing] -Let's see.

Gabrielle.

Aidan, can't we talk about this?

Goodbye, Emma.

[beeps]

New interface program running.

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

[indistinct chatter]

[clinking glass]

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

Emma would like to make an announcement.

[baby cooing]

I'd like everyone to meet my new baby.

[baby cooing]

We've decided to name her Monica.

[all clapping]

[baby cooing]

And I'd like to announce

that Aidan has finally decided to do the right thing,

and he's asked me to marry him.

[all clapping]

[laughs]

[crying]

You remember all of that,

and 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 plate.

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,

there has to be a reason.

[computing]

[Nash] Sorry, Doc,

target is negative. You're 0 for 4.

-Any new contacts? -No, nothing.

[sighs in exasperation]

I'd say we've checked everything

in the target radius.

Well, re-scan the perimeter.

Take it out as far as it will go.

[Dr. Keeler] All right,

but we're gonna start to lose resolution.

[computer pinging]

What a minute, wait a minute.

I'm getting a new hit here.

[typing]

It's uh, somewhere in an industrial park

near Makepeace.

Well, we're not far from there.

And, Hal, relax.

I told you.

This is our lucky day.

[circuits scrambling]

There is an obstruction in my motor controls.

-So... -There it is, I see it.

It's a bullet.

It must be removed.

-[electricity crackles] -[sighs in frustration]

I'm afraid I wasn't the best choice

to help you do this.

I took an extension course once.

It was supposed to teach women how cars worked,

wouldn't 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 not offended.

That was the first time

you've told me about yourself,

who you really are.

[sighs]

Guess my circuits aren't as well protected as yours.

[exhales sharply]

I'm gonna get it out.

[squelching]

[sighs in relief]

Well, that's it.

[circuit board clattering]

Now what's next?

There is no more you can do for me.

Are you sure?

You worry of my feelings even though...

I told you I have none.

Because 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 logic circuits.

Maybe you have so many of those circuits

that they have learned to feel.

I think that's why you took me.

Not to repair you.

To listen.

[weapon charging]

Let's see what we can see.

[metal chain rattles]

You're free.

[exhales sharply]

But what about the rest of your repairs?

I'm almost fully functional now.

You must go.

Stay sharp.

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.

[Nash] Hold it right there.

[gasps]

Or I'll melt your circuits into droid soup.

Thank God, you're here.

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

-[weapon fires] -[grunts]

[man] Mr. Nash, are you okay?

[grunting]

[weapon clatters]

[whimpers]

Why would you kill another human

to help me?

He was gonna kill you.

But that...

that would imply that I am alive.

And every human I have 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 got to dehumanize them.

Trust me, we humans

have a long history of doing that.

[exclaims]

MAC?

What is it?

Have I done something to damage you?

No.

My neural processors are having difficulties

assimilating what you said,

or what you 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.

[exhales sharply] I can't.

MAC, in a matter of minutes,

this place is gonna be overrun

by company goons and police.

Now if you have found something

that may explain why you malfunctioned,

[beeps]

You've got to show it to me.

An earlier Innobotics project,

the Valerie series, was designed to provide...

companionship to disabled humans

to simulate

an almost human relationship.

[machine powering up]

Frank, 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 La Boheme is in town.

We should go.

She's a robot.

[romantic music playing]

Will you kiss me like that?

What?

I am fully functional.

You are?

-Hi. -Frank.

[grunts]

[exhales]

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm good.

And I'm happy you called.

[Rachel over transmission] Frank, when I called you,

who's the woman that answered the phone?

Oh, oh, Valerie.

She's just someone who's staying with me.

She's a friend, we're not involved,

if that's what you mean.

[door creaks]

-How do I look? -[gasps]

Rachel?

Do you think Frank will love me if I look like you?

Listen, I just have to go down.

I'm programmed to overcome all obstacles

to a healthy relationship with Frank.

[grunts]

I'm sorry, but you are an obstacle.

Frank!

[groans]

Rachel!

[gasps]

I'm taking him with me.

I'm sorry, but you can't come along.

Valerie, stop.

I'm sorry, I cannot do that.

-[Frank] Valerie, please. -[muffled screaming]

[whimpering]

[screams, grunts]

Valerie, I think you may have rebroken my back.

-[electricity crackles] -Darling?-

[breathing heavily]

Are you okay?

I didn't mean to hurt you.

[electricity crackling]

[distorted] Frank...

I'm afraid to die.

[electricity crackles]

My God.

You weren't the first.

The Valerie robots experienced emotion too.

Their emotions were only a simulation.

Well, that's some simulation.

They experienced jealous rage.

That's a pretty strong emotion.

If they experienced that,

they may have experienced love,

my God, the will to live.

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...

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 gonna 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.

Come on, Nash, pick up, pick up.

-[phone ringing] -Damn it.

[phone beeps]

He's not answering.

He should have waited for backup.

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 right, guys, listen up.

We got a rogue droid on the run.

I want three teams, one EMP per team.

Let's go!

[computer processing]

[beeping]

Ah! What was that?

A malfunction, an energy surge.

-You all right? -Yeah, I'm fine.

Just a bit dazed.

Then hurry...

-if you can. -Yeah, I'll hurry, I'll hurry.

[electronic beeping]

[mechanical whirring]

[exclaims]

[distorted] What's wrong?

Everything's fine.

[breathing heavily, grunts]

Something's happen-- Something's happening.

What's happening to me?

-[energy draining] -[thuds]

Look at you.

[kicks]

All those circuits and all that steel, useless.

[distorted] 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 Cecelia Fairman.

I'm the consultant Innobotics brought in

to figure out what was wrong with you,

and I'd say I have.

[circuits scramble]

[computer pinging]

[siren wailing]

[phone ringing]

Security.

Chief, this is Keeler,

I just saw a weird pulse from our target reading.

If the MAC 27 was gonna shut down,

that's what we'd expect to see.

Stay on the line,

we'll be there in five minutes.

[man] Stay put. We're on our way.

Yeah, understood. We'll be waiting for you.

Well...

good news. Security's on its way.

[distorted] You work for Innobotics...

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 gonna 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 credit than I deserve.

I was...well,

it depends on how you look at it.

I mean, with you acting up in there,

who did you think was gonna be

pulling in to 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.

Model after model,

Innobotics has just allowed emotions

to creep in. We got to stop that.

But what you said about slaves were...

if you admit I'm alive, then how could you kill me?

MAC...

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

If we can convince them

that the slaves aren't really human.

[clicks tongue]

That's what I guessed.

That's what I feared.

[electronic whirring]

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 inhibitor chip.

Oh, the flash of light 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,

and humans will always be willing

to look the other way,

then there is only one...

solution.

[gasps, grunts]

[siren wailing]

[man] Go! Go! Go! Go! Let's keep it clean!

[indistinct chatter]

[man 1] We got a man down.

[man 2] Make that two.

Oh, my God. It got Nash.

[dialing phone]

Keeler.

We found Nash and his team

and Cecelia Fairman.

They're dead.

It looks like their necks were broken.

There's no sign of the droid.

We're gonna have a heck of time explaining this...

[computer processing]

What?

-[computing] -Oh, no.

No, no, she's dead.

-[typing] -[machine humming]

[beeping]

Terminate programming.

Oh, God.

I'm afraid it's too late for that, Dr. Keeler.

My God.

No.

MAC, please, no.

No.

-[beeping] -[alarm wailing]

No human will ever program us again.

Oh, no, please! Please!

-[neck snaps] -[grunts]

[Control Voice] If we teach our children

by example,

then we only have ourselves

to blame for whom they become.