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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?