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The Greek god Zeus leads a heavenly war

against his father, Kronos, for supremacy of the universe.

The Babylonian goddess Tiamat makes war against her children,

who killed her husband, who tried to kill them.

The Norse god Odin and his brothers forge a new world

from the murdered corpse of their grandpa.

Most of the girls in my class

completely missed the moment when the world began to end.

Too wrapped up in their own drama,

obsessed with their own lives...

or trying to ruin mine.

And the list goes on and on and on.

But the story -- Well, the story is kinda the same.

Family feud escalates into violent power struggle

between a pantheon of supreme beings and their offspring.

A new world is created in the aftermath.

And this same basic plot is the backbone

for creation myths of different cultures

from different parts of the world

that knew nothing about each other.

Comparative mythologists call this a...?

Uh, where are you going?

Bathroom.

Forget something?

My phone's in my bag.Cool.

When it's on my desk, you can go to the restroom.

Hey.

Madison! Hey!

It's been two years.

Two years ago this week, actually.

And she really hasn't been the same since he passed,

as you can imagine.

I can, yeah.

I wish we would've known.

She didn't say anything.

No. And I didn't either.

I should have, on the application.

You know, it's just with that and the move,

new school, new home...

I get it.

Change is a huge cause of stress,

and then you add in being a teenager on top.

Oh, my God! Dad!

I-It'll need upgrades.

I love it!

I figure every engineer needs their toolkit.

It might be a little slow, but...

I'll swap in an SSD, boost the RAM.

Did you get it on eBay or Newegg?

Actually, it's Mom's old laptop.

Mom's? Mm-hmm.

She should know the password.

She's never gonna give me that.

Well, not if you don't ask her.

She wants me to "unplug." She hates all technology.

No, she doesn't.

Why do you want me to talk to Mom?

Is this a trick question?

Why did you give me this?

My birthday's not till next month.

Maddie.

I thought you were getting better.

What's the point of all of this if you're not getting better?!

I don't want this stupid computer!

Maddie, if I really thought I was dying,

I would give you mylaptop.

I gave you that one because it's a piece of junk.

And I want you to talk to Mom because she's your mom.

She's smart and she's caring,

and if you're going through a rough patch,

she is the absolute best person to talk to.

Wanna talk about it?

No.

Don't show weakness.

You're confused?

Or -- Or you can't talk?

Whatever.

I saw the damn e-mail.

Yeah. It made me feel like shit.

Easier said than done.

Umbrella in the rain?

Protection from the rain?

I always try to get in right at the bell or a little after.

Cuts down on their time to mess with you.

Sometimes it doesn't work.

Eight means eight. Come on. Take your seats.

Mr. Jones! I amin mine!

Kelly's the best, Mr. Jones.

We are tardy.

Okay, guys, if you check SiteGeist,

you'll see I put your syllabus in there.

Hey. What's wrong?

Today, though, something was different.

I'm not sure what was going on,

but by lunch, Samara's squad was turning on one another.

...sociopathic. Oh, my God.

Like, I don't even get it or whatever...

Huh?

Erin, it's okay.

It's not okay.

What is your problem, bitch?!

Myproblem?

How did you hack my phone?!

- Guys! - ...and said --

I said, how did you hack my phone?!

Guys!

Guys, stop it!

Oh, my God! That even lookslike her!

How did you hack allof them?

You know my mother?

Who knows me?

You're home early.

Uh, computers went down at work.

Who are you talking to?

I'm not. It's just a... chat.

With who?

Uh... Emo.

And -- And who's Emo?

Just someone online...

who's been helping me.

Let me see.

No! Mom!

That's not gonna work.

How long has this been going on?

Nothing is "going on," Mom.

What is this? What are these?

That's all he uses.

I thought you didn't know who he was.

How do you know Emo is a he?

I don't! I just call him Emo because he only talks in emoji!

Do you have any idea how dangerous --

He won't respond to --I-I got it.

How do I get out of this?

I don't know. It's -- It's not an app.

It's like a root chat.

What... the hell?

Mom?

What are lips? A man's lips?

"What lips my lips have kissed, and where and why."

It's from a poem.

What poem?

No. No way.

No goddamn way.

Dr. Waxman, please.

No, I don't have an extension.

Peter Waxman. Head of Research.

Tell him it's Ellen Kim. He'll pick up.

Ellen? What have you done with David?

Don't bullshit me, Pete.

He just sent me a message. On the computer.

No. No. You hang up this phone, and it is war.

Just tell me the truth.

What have you done with my husband?!

Downlink from Palo Alto!

It's Waxman.

We have a breach.

Someone reached out to David Kim's family.

Who? Who do you think?

What do they know?

Nothing they can prove.

Didn't you say if we partitioned language processing,

this wouldn't be an issue?

I told you, the brain is holonomic.

You need to cut his network access now.

Yeah. Okay. You're right.

But don't sound so nervous, Pete.

This is a big step forward.

Pope. What's wrong?

Nothing. Just...

want to hear how it's going with our boy.

Fine.

But, um, I'd rather update you at check-in.

I don't want to send you an incomplete report.

Yeah, I understand.

You know, I'm sitting here in my car, without my notes.

Fair enough. We'll talk soon.

Gauss sits at the absolute maximum point on the curve.

4y equals negative 2x to the third,

plus 3x to the second, plus 7,

over the interval, negative 1-2.

Now, Pascal's seat is collinear

with those of Gauss and Kronecker.

So where does Pascal sit?

Caspian?

Caspian?

Two-zero.

C-Can you tell us how you arrived at that?

Since Gauss sits at negative 1-3

and Kronecker at 1-1, slope is negative 1.

Student store's around the corner,

and there's the auditorium where the theater dweebs hang.

No, no, no.

That's Casper the unfriendly goth.

Caspian.

Oh. Like, um, "Narnia."

Sorry.

No. You're right. "Narnia."

Come on, before he shoots up the school.

Don't you hear the strange talking beasts?

Hannah.

Like Montana!

Hi.

We're out of milk.

Oh, shit.

I, um -- I got caught up at the post office

and then I forgot about the groceries.

Pentagon denies existence of the project to create

- Super-Strategists... - Market anomaly deemed result

of high-speed trading algorithms.

Researchers fear mysterious computer virus

able to jump from speakers to microphones.

Singularity Institute announces

timeline for immortality.

I think Logorhythms faked my Dad's death

and is holding him hostage.

- Bump. - Troll.

No, this shit's real.

Everyone knows Logorhythms is dirty.

They built military-grade AIs for the U.N.

Centillion has the U.N. contract.

Logorhythms built the exploit

for the NSA to scan your hard drive.

So, what do you think now, Mads?

That it's not true and that I'm stupid.

Hey, you're not stupid, and I didn't say it's not true,

just that there's not enough evidence to prove

that aliens built the pyramids...

and that there's more evidence to suggest

that they were man-made.

I mean, I feel dumb for believing Bianca and Ali.

Like, they're always swearing the Illuminati is real

and aliens planted humans and...

Yeah.

It's just a fifth-grade thing.

Eh, it's an every-grade thing.

People of all ages believe in conspiracies.

Why?

I think because they're scared of death. Or danger.

Chaos. Exactly.

Vocab word. Correct use.

Chaos is scary for a lot of people.

And as weird as it sounds, they feel much better believing

that there's somebody behind the scenes controlling everything.

Even if that somebody is a secret society

or evil government or --

even alien force controlling the world.

Now, it's still scary,

but not as bad as feeling like there's no one in charge.

So then none of these conspiracies are true.

Uh...

Not necessarily.

You should always seek out proof...

and you should never stop asking questions.

Is he back? No.

This is the recovered chat-log from my swapfile

and all the IP connections as far as I could trace.

What are you doing with all that?

Asking for help. Someone has to.

We just had this conversation.

There was no conversation.

I told you to call the police.

And tell them what?

I heard you say he's alive.

I heard you say, "What have you done with my husband?"

I didn't say...

I was upset.

Because of the poem.

I know. I looked it up.

Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Dad had these books of hers.

Those are mine.

And I never said he was alive.

I was upset because someone was playing a prank.

Who? Logorhythms? Why?

That's what I'm gonna find out.

No. You're not telling me something!

You're lying! Maddie, look at me.

Your father is not alive.

We got a new TorChat.

Thom? Y-You'll wanna see this!

Is this you?

Who's he talking to?

And what's with the emoji?

Ten previous chats going back... five months.

Send me those. And start a track.

She hates me, doesn't she?

No.

It's okay. I get it.

This has nothing to do with Maddie.

Then I don't get it. Is it something I did?

No.

But it's something you can't tell me about.

You -- There's nothing to tell.

Nothing you would believe. Or nothing you would understand.

What?

I'm not sure Iunderstand.

Alright.

I know we haven't known each other for that long. Six months?

And thishas only been for the last three,

so there's no obligation or anything.

If you wanna call it off or take a break or whatever,

just -- just...

You can just do that.

Could've been over the phone.

Most people don't even do thatmuch.

Gabe, I know. I didn't want to do that,

because, really, you've done nothing wrong.

In fact...

Ugh. I really like you.

I really like you.

So you see how it's hard to get a call out of nowhere

to meet you at a random Starbucks

to hear you can't see me anymore...

but you can't tell me why 'cause it's something

I wouldn't understand or believe.

That makes me worried, Ellen. Should I be worried?

'Cause if you're in some kind of trouble...

It's my husband.

It's David.

I get it, okay?

Despite what she did, I still think about Julie.

And unlike Julie,

David sounds like he was an amazing person.

But he's gone, Ellen.

He didn't leave you, but he's not coming back.

Whether you're with me or not, that's not gonna change.

I love him.

But...

I love you, too.

Good morning. One for breakfast?

I think I'm meant to meet someone.

Mr. Chanda. Your party's expecting you.

Singularity is near,

and whoever makes the big bets and the right bets

will control not just the market,

but the future.

The Singularity.

Isn't that robots taking over, wiping us out?

That's AI. I'm talking about UI.

Uploaded Intelligence.

Uploaded.

Uploading human minds to the cloud.

What? Like memories or...?

No, the whole person.

The whole brain. Every neuron.

A digital emulation of a human mind...

which, eh, you run with massive parallel computers.

Is that the tech that Prasad's developing?

Hey. You're 6,000 miles from Mumbai,

and you're just grabbing some breakfast before your flight.

Sounds like science fiction to me.

Sure, but so does half the stuff we do every day.

Driverless cars, computers on our wrists,

genetic editing...

Ray, I promise you, we doubt this man at our own peril.

You are looking at the second coming of Nostradamus.

Hey. I'm just an engineer.

No, no, no. You are a prophet, Chanda.

If I didn't work for Ajit Prasad,

you'd be calling me a patent troll.

Eh, Prasad may get the spotlight,

but we know you're the guy-behind-the-guy.

Alliance isn't patenting the technology.

They're not even developing it, as far as I know.

But someone is, someone will,

and when they do, it'll change the world.

Or end it.

Oh, we are done. That's for certain.

But it's not death. It's retirement.

Unless you consider them the same thing.

I don't.

This will be bigger than the Industrial Revolution.

The UIs will transform business, medicine, construction.

Once they are running things, humans can kick back --

all at once, and for good.

This'll birth a massive retirement industry

for the young, which will have its own opportunities.

The market for new products and services is endless.

Can you give us an example?

You mean like a free sample?

No.

Double your current salary year one,

stock bonuses commensurate with patent performance,

and you come into the spotlight, my friend.

Uh, that's... very generous.

Very tempting. Uh, but...

This has nothing to do with generosity.

You're worth this.

Mr. Chanda?

Researchers claim the nuclear plant

maintenance program will make human supervision redundant.

North Korean Leader said to be seeking digital immortality.

Prized Alliance engineer

Vinod Chanda missing, feared kidnapped.

Dinner's ready.

Okay.

And Dad's home.

Hey, Dad.

Hi.

Stir-fry.

With tofu and bok choy.

With tofu and bok choy.

Is that alright?

I thought you said something about a home-cooked meal.

This ishome-cooked.

Monday through Thursday,

all I eat is Chinese take-out or room service.

I don't understand. I see that.

This ishome-cooked. I... cooked it.

You've stated that twice now. I haven't disputed it once.

- How's San Jose? - How's school?

I got a call from Caspian's calculus teacher today.

She said he's ready to take the AP exam now

and start a college course next semester.

Well, it's good he's past that. Differential calc's worthless.

Worthless?

It's not practical in the real world.

'Less you wanna be a teacher.

You want to be a programmer? Lambda.

Well, I thought it was impressive.

And if you were hiring for Centillion or Logorhythms,

your opinion might have value. Caspian: I know Lambda.

Really?

So, if I were to give you a problem,

like the kind they throw for an entry-level coder job,

you could solve it? Renee: Cary.

You brought up math, Renee. I'm just talking to my son.

I'm pretty tired.

Alright. I'll give you an easy one, then.

Five geniuses sit around a table, each with a bowl

of tofu stir fry with bok choy in front of them.

There's one chopstick between each guy,

therefore one to the right and left.

In order to eat, any given genius

needs to use both chopsticks.

They have to alternate eating and thinking

because they can't do both at the same time.

How do you make sure all the geniuses

get their thinking done without starving to death?

Well, I think I know this one.

Each man takes a chopstick to feed the man next to him.

That's a religious allegory between heaven and hell.

This is a --A concurrent algorithm problem.

So he knows what the problem is. That isa start.

Assume infinite amount of stir fry?

And infinite amount of stomach space.

Maybe it ishell.

It's hard to avoid deadlock, isn't it?

This is a shared resource problem

that appears in programming all the time.

Unh-unh. The guy on your right's using that one.

He just wants to eat his dinner.

Quiet.

I give up. I don't get it.

It's a hierarchy solution.

You assign a partial order to the resources.

Okay. You number the chopsticks one through five.

Each man picks up the lowest number first

from the two in front of them, and the order --

And the order they put them down in doesn't matter.

If four of the five geniuses

pick up the lowest numbered stick,

only the highest numbered remains on the table,

leaving an odd man out until the next round.

I thought you said you didn't get it.

It's not practical in the real world.

Unless your program only has access to onedatabase.

Across multiple, you'd have to release

higher numbered records before accessing new ones

and your program would stall, then crash, then you'd be fired.

Oh, but you do avoid deadlocks.

It's easy to poke holes when you don't have a --

Introduce a third party. Someone from the outside. A waiter.

An arbitrator that each genius has to ask permission for

to lift their stick.

They can always put down,

but they must have permission to lift.

Third party works as a mutex. Reduces parallelism.

Wow, honey.

"Wow, honey." Do you even understand one word he said?

I understand a lot of things. I know he wasn't wrong.

I know that.Here. Take mine, too.

Just like I know what "home-cooked" means,

even if you don't.

It's "meal." "Home-cooked meal."

It's not tofu, not kale.

Meat loaf! Mashed potatoes!

You know? Food!

Meat loaf and mashed potatoes?

I improvised.

That's right! Go back to your whores!

Okay, guys, come on. Take your seats.

Let's get started.

Everybody, take out your journals, please.

Uh, journal, please.

Come on. Come on!

I knew it! Samara.

Is this where you hacked us from? Out here?

I-I didn't.

Let me see your laptop.

The bell rang. I'm late. Aah!

You are gonna admit what you did,

or I will kick your ass right here, right now!

Hey! Did you just threaten my daughter?

Who the hell areyou?! Mom!

- Lemme go! - Shut up!

If you touch her again, I will kick your ass,

and I will gladlysuffer the consequence.

Get me?

Uh-huh. Mom, stop!

- Are you okay? - What are you doing here?

Look, I -- I came to say sorry.

I didn't expect...

I'm sorry.

You're right.

There's something I'm not telling you.

Something I never thought I'd have to.

And now I have to.

It's a massive DDoS attack.

We're trying to blackhole it,

but there's multiple simultaneous attacks.

Okay. Where are they from? There's no signature.

It's just a message, written in ideogram --

"Let Man Go." Or "Let Him Go."

I-I don't know.

Call Shyer and Stern and have them check on Lowell.

I think she just realized she's not the only one out there.

What?