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It spoke. They've done that before.

No, they've vocalized before, made noises; This one spoke.

I can't tell you how amazing that would have been eight months ago.

Today, it just annoys the shit out of me.

It's progress, undeniable progress.

In my world, progress is measured in results,

which we don't have.

The truth is, I'm not sure how much longer

I can keep the lights on.

Turns out, colossal and repeated failure

tends to spook shareholders.

Who knew?

This is my life's work.

I moved my family here, made sacrifices.

I promise you, I am this close.

Well, it just isn't close enough, is it, Bill?

But don't let it ruin your weekend or anything.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry I'm late.

It's OK. How's it going, honey?

The kids aren't even packed yet. They're wild.

Daddy!

Zoe!

How's it going? How was your day?

Matt!

Not in the house, I know.

The troll will not stop spying on me with that thing.

It is called a spy drone. OK.

So, go pack now and don't jump on the furniture.

Hola, Foster family. Ed!

Hey, nugget.

Feed him once a day, but don't overfeed him.

I'll show you the food. OK.

Hey, uh, you talked to Jones?

Something like that.

OK, well, what did he say? Did you get fired?

What's "fired"? No, I didn't get fired.

Who got fired? Daddy.

What? Nobody got fired.

Well, I thought you were a goner, man.

Wait, what's going on?

Uh, our test subject ripped itself apart earlier today.

It was pretty brutal. What's "brutal"?

It spoke, Mona.

345, the test subject.

It actually spoke.

It spoke? If it could speak, then it could feel.

We shut it down as soon as possible.

You can't keep bringing people back from the

dead until you have this stuff worked out.

How many times have you had a patient flatline in ER and you brought them back?

My patients don't rip themselves apart.

She's got a point there, William.

I should probably, uh...

f-find Sophie for the fish situation.

William, honey, I believe in you.

But I don't like where this is headed.

People could suffer.

The first heart transplant patient survived 18 days.

He suffered. Was that wrong?

No. No.

I'm on the verge of a breakthrough, Mona.

Soldiers, accident victims, Alzheimer's.

Lives that won't have to be cut short.

But something's preventing the synthetic from achieving watershed consciousness.

Maybe there's more that makes us human, like a soul.

We're the sum total of what has happened to us and how we've processed it.

That's what makes us us. It's all neurochemistry.

Do you really believe that? That's all I am?

Your children?

Just pathways, electrical signals, and chemistry?

You have kids that love you and a wife that adores you.

And we have a scientist.

Do you think I should quit?

Hi. Hi.

I'm just worried you're losing sight

of what's right and wrong.

I won't.

Trust me.

OK, have fun.

Oh, I'm gonna get you back.

What's the boat called again?

It's... It's called the Cheatin' Hussy.

Daddy! Uh...

Keys are in the bait box. We don't do that.

Daddy! All right, thanks.

We'll see you Sunday night. OK, man.

Everybody in?

Seat belts.

The Foster family ferry to Funtown is ready to sail.

Yay! Really, Dad?

Hoist the mainsail, Ahab.

I spy, with my little eye, something that is...

Bored, embarrassed? Possibly adopted?

That would be me.

Hey, Dad, when we get there, can we go fishing on the boat?

Absolutely. Are we almost there?

Well, we could just wait for the boat to float by.

You know what they say.

If you don't like the weather, just wait five minutes.

I can't see anything. Can you see anything?

I feel like we should pull over.

OK? Everybody OK?

Holy shit! Holy shit!

That was close.

Whoa!

Daddy!

Hold on! Oh, my God! Mom!

Mommy!

Zoe, hold on! Mommy!

Daddy!

Mona. Mona.

Kids?

Oh, God

Sophie! Matt!

Zoe! Zoe!

Oh, Zoe!

Oh, my baby girl!

Mona!

Mona!

William?

What's up? What's going on?

I told you, no questions.

Where is it?

It's all in the back.

Oh, shit.

William. What the hell happened, man?

I need you to do something for me, Ed.

Oh, no. No way.

I can't. They are not gone!

Not yet.

William, we need to call the police.

Or something, man.

I mean...

William. What the hell?

Boot the mapping sequence.

We cannot do this, man.

Boot the mapping sequence, Ed!

Edward Whittle. Access granted.

OK.

Just because I think I can do it,

doesn't necessarily mean I can, OK?

There is a reason human cloning is banned.

Because it's hard to do is only half the issue.

Just let me know what we need.

Look, William, I know you've been through hell,

but you need to understand something here, OK?

The first few animals I cloned came out blind.

Their skulls were deformed.

Their internal organs weren't internal anymore, man.

That's what a mistake here means.

And if we make a mistake, I need to know

if you're prepared to terminate.

We just won't make a mistake.

OK, uh...

Those are pods.

Can I clone a human being in one?

Technically, yeah, it's possible.

But, look, William, if this works,

their brains are gonna come out like infants,

OK, a total blank slate,

and not to rub salt in the wound here tonight,

but you haven't exactly worked out all the kinks

for transferring a mind.

Do I need to remind you of what's happened every time you've tried?

We've transferred biological to biological on cloned animals.

Rats, monkeys. Not human beings, man.

You've seen it, we can do it.

What if something horrible goes wrong?

Something already has.

Ed, nobody can know what happened.

I need you to get rid of the bodies.

W-William, I don't know if I...

I'm begging you, I can't do it.

OK.

OK, I'll, uh... I'll meet you at the house.

What's in the barrels?

Uh...

Components, building blocks.

Amino acids, fructose, accelerants.

You know, just a ton of primordial ooze.

Everything you need to build a... "you," you know?

There's only three pods.

Three's not four. I need four pods.

Yeah, I know, well, there weren't four.

I need four pods, Ed.

I can maybe get another one, next quarter, maybe.

Do not tell me there aren't four!

What do you want me to do here?

OK, these pods are $1.7 million each.

I'm not a freakin' genie here. I can't sneeze out another pod.

Sorry, William.

William?

You all right?

Pick a name.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no.

There aren't enough pods.

Pick a name.

No way, man. You pick it.

Please? Please, goddamn it. Please, pick a name!

William, no, no!

Pick the name! No!

This one's on you. You wanted this, you pick it.

You pick the damn name.

You gotta watch the levels. The levels are everything.

I've seeded the pods with their DNA.

But you got to keep an eye on them all the time.

If the chemical balance isn't maintained,

the clones will die, and we can't just start over,

so, you need to watch the levels.

OK, and they'll all be done at the same time, right?

OK.

Uh... Ah, shit.

This just got a lot more difficult.

Tell me you can do that.

Uh... yeah, yeah, I just gotta compensate with something.

Ed? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, it can be done.

Oh, uh, where is your backup generator?

In case we lose power.

I don't have a generator, Ed. OK.

Is there something I should know?

Yeah. The pods can't lose power.

Ever. If there is a seven-second power interruption,

that will throw off the levels, and I just told you how important those are.

So, yeah, we need a generator. It's 2 a.m.

Nothing's open.

Well, shit, man, I don't know. What do you want from me?

I can't think of everything. All right?

I am so far in over my head at this point.

And so are you, man. You know that?

Is there anything else?

Uh, no, I think that's it.

That is a lot of batteries.

In 17 days, they're coming out.

You got till then to figure out how to give them watershed consciousness.

If, by some miracle, we can pull this off...

what about Zoe?

Every memory they had is in here.

I'll delete her.

I'll delete the memory of her on the drives.

You can do that?

Humans lose memories all the time.

Beta amyloid proteins.

Neurofibrillary tangles.

I'll corrupt the memory on the mem drive.

Upload the new neural map.

They'll never remember her.

We are going straight to hell.

Thank you.

Good luck, man.

Mommy, look!

Daddy!

Zoe!

Ready, Daddy?

Daddy stole my unicorn.

Oh! So, honey...

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday, dear Zoe...

Hey, Dad. Hey, Mom.

♪ Happy birthday to you

Mr. Foster?

It's the police.

Good morning, officers.

Do you speak Spanish?

No. Sorry. Well, pardon my English.

I'm Officer Perez, this is Rodriguez.

We're following up on some recent car robberies.

Somebody stole the batteries out of every car on the block.

How odd.

Did they get you, too?

No. No, they didn't.

Ah, you're the lucky guy.

Yeah.

Nothing out of the ordinary?

Well, if you see anything or anybody suspicious,

let us know.

Will do, officer.

Have a good day.

OK. All right.

That happened.

Edward.

I feel compelled to comment

on the noticeable lack of Bill around here.

Wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?

Uh, well, just that he has pneumonia.

Uh, the walking pneumonia.

Walking? With pneumonia, yeah.

Would you convey a message for me?

I spoke to the board today.

Unless 345 works, we're getting shut down

at the end of the quarter.

Shut down?

Would you like a nice reference letter?

Uh... yes.

Uh, I'm sure he'll be in soon.

You know William, he's got a really strong immune system.

Test subject 221 updated.

Transfer of consciousness

from original subject to clone successful.

Animal consciousness can be transferred.

Why not human?

What am I missing?

William. Yeah.

Hey, I just, uh talked to Jones,

and he said that if we don't get 345 working,

he's gonna shut us down. Shit.

Yeah, there is $8.7 million worth of Bionyne equipment

in your basement, and, uh...

if he shuts us down, they're gonna come looking for it,

and you wanna know the scientific term for that?

Royally and utterly boned.

So, what are we gonna do?

OK, get over here. What?

Wh-Where? There? Yeah, here.

W-Why? I gotta go to work.

You have to watch the pods! You don't have to yell at me.

I'm not...

OK, so I was yelling.

Just hurry up, man, and, uh, you have pneumonia.

What?

Dr. William Foster.

Access granted.

There he is. Hi, Bill.

Jeez, you look like hell.

Can I get you anything? Maybe something herbal?

What do you have, exactly?

Pneumonia.

What a trouper!

Ah, you're here.

I need you to review the data links

before I can get to work on 345's neural junction specs.

Yeah, look, not now... Jones is all over us.

William, we're waiting on your OK of the MF interface

for the server replacements.

Get in line.

OK, OK.

Are you all right?

I'm fine. Why?

No reason.

Hello. Oh, I'm so sorry about Matt.

You don't remember me.

Matt's teacher. Mrs. Barnes?

Oh, I can explain.

Your cousin told me. Sorry to come by unannounced.

But Matt hadn't been to school in a few days

and I couldn't get your wife on her cell phone.

And I know we're not supposed to have favorites, but...

Well, I hope that clears everything up.

Mm-hmm.

Happy holidays. Happy holidays.

Hey, is she gone? What happened?

She said she had to use the bathroom.

She was banging on the door like a psychopath. What was I supposed to do?

What did you say? I said Matt had chicken pox

and that he went to stay with his grandparents.

His grandparents are dead, Ed.

How am I gonna explain that?

I don't know, William.

Don't drag me into your giant sucking hole of lies, OK?

You didn't call the school, make something up?

No.

What about the clinic that Mona works at?

It's been five days.

You didn't think that anyone would notice your entire family was missing?

I've had a lot of things on my mind, Ed.

Yeah. Sorry, man, I just...

You're gonna have to deal with that.

How are they?

They're a foot taller.

Wow.

Really?

Hello, Juan.

I don't think so.

You think they're really gonna shut us down?

All I know is we need this robot ready before the next donor arrives.

Well, where's William?

What am I missing?

Jesus, man, you look like you're up to nefarious shit.

And that is not a good look

for someone who is actually up to nefarious shit, by the way.

I'm not ready. No, I said 17 days.

It's been 17 days.

There is no "I'm not ready" here.

Ed!

Ed.

Ed!

Shit.

Ed.

Ed. Do you see that?

I still don't know why it happened.

If I don't know what causes it, how can I be certain it won't happen to them?

Yeah, well, Christ, man,

you should have thought about that 17 days ago.

The accelerants follow the DNA profile precisely, OK?

You keep them in the tanks, they keep aging.

Your wife, uh, two weeks from now,

cancer maybe.

Your daughter, menopause.

Your son, I don't know, male pattern baldness

and a droopy old man sack.

My point is, in a couple of days,

even if you do figure this out,

they will have aged years

beyond the age they were when they died.

How are you gonna explain that?

How are you not freaking out right now, William?

I'm trying to think. OK, good.

Yeah, sure, you think. I'll think, too.

I'll think about what's it like in jail,

or when Bionyne sues us for $30 billion, or...

What are you doing?

I'll sedate them, induce a coma.

It'll keep their minds in a blank state...

till I figure it out.

What if you don't figure it out?

You can't keep them sedated for more than 72 hours, tops.

After that, you're gonna have to make a very tough decision.

Drain the pod.

Got her? Whoa! She's slippery, man.

Hold her!

Holy shit.

I did it. We did it.

She's perfect, man.

It's better than successful. I mean, this is perfect.

Holy shit.

OK...

This should keep their bodies fed for a while.

And, uh, drop some more off tomorrow.

Thank you.

You got it.

You got three days, man.

Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Hey, we made clones today.

You can add that to your resume.

Margaret, energize the body.

Sergeant Kelly. Do you hear me?

Who am I?

Who am I?!

Sergeant.

Sergeant.

Turn it off.

The imprint failed.

Turn it off.

I thought I could do it.

Sorry.

What? Bill.

Have you been avoiding my call?

Bill? Bill?

What?

Do you realize how much money has been invested in this project?

People are counting on you. I'm counting on you.

Oh, shit.

And we're almost out of time. Holy shit.

What did you say?

Do you hear me?

Bill, are you still there?

We've been looking in the wrong place.

You're really close to me, man.

No, it's not the mind, it's not the brain, Ed.

It's the body.

The body? It's so obvious.

So elegant.

So simple!

Hey, man, let's pump the brakes on the crazy train, all right?

Follow me, Edward. What...?

Dead flat.

Watch this.

Her mind is a blank slate.

Comatose.

She's never experienced a moment of consciousness.

Yet she's breathing. Her heart's pumping.

But that's not a sign of consciousness.

Those are involuntary functions.

All controlled in the brain.

Her brain knows it has a body.

This specific body. That's what I was missing.

That's why 345 doesn't work.

It has electrodes and wires connected to steel and titanium.

We're imprinting a biological brain into a synthetic mind.

But it doesn't know that.

It's looking for its body, its heart, its lungs.

But it can't find them.

So the lower reptilian brain freaks out.

It thinks that it's dying and reacts accordingly

and never has a chance to reach watershed consciousness.

Oh, shit, yeah.

It's like transplant rejection.

We just have to trick the synthetic mind

into believing that it has its biological,

actual flesh-and-blood body.

That's the solution.

That may be, but what does this have to do with your family?

They're not robots, William.

It has everything to do with my family.

I'll be imprinting her mind

into her own body.

I know it's going to work.

But are you sure? I mean, we're only gonna get one shot at this.

Stand by to initiate the neural imprint, Ed.

Ready?

Has that ever mattered?

Initiate the neural imprint.

Commence bio-to-bio protocol.

Keep an eye on Mona's sensory cortex.

Good.

I'm going temporal.

Parietal.

Limbic.

Vitals?

Vitals are good.

OK.

Pulse state's good.

All functions good.

Initiating neural imprint.

Incredible.

Imprint completed.

What's going on, man? Nothing's happening.

Can you hear me, Mona?

Shit. Oh, shit. She's rejecting it.

Oh, shit, man, what are we gonna do?

Wait!

William?

Baby.

Whoa, whoa. William, what are you doing?

Putting her to sleep.

I can't have her and the kids wake up to the house like this.

Yeah. Yeah, good thinking.

You have any idea what we just did?

I mean, this is the single greatest thing

that I have ever done in my life,

you, anyone has ever done.

I mean, granted, we can't tell anybody about it,

but, oh, my God!

I mean...

We're talking Nobel Prize, right?

Foster-Whittle? Scratch that, Whittle-Foster.

It doesn't have to be alphabetical...

Well, I, uh... I hope they're gonna be OK.

We did it. Yeah.

All right.

Well, I'll, uh... I'll see you at work.

Mona?

Kids?

Good morning, William.

Good morning.

So, how is everybody?

I'm hungry. Starving.

I feel great. I'm going for a run.

Outside? You look tired.

Did you sleep OK?

Yeah.

H-Have a good run.

Dad. Dad.

Can I have some pancakes?

Yes.

Yes, you can have some pancakes, Matthew.

Sophie, you want some pancakes, too?

Yeah. Great.

Great.

Flapjacks up.

Hey, can I have French toast? Oui.

French toast for the lady.

Coming up.

Gross.

Mom, this milk went sour. Did you go shopping?

I bought this the other day. It's curdled.

They sold us expired milk. Yeah.

Somebody's gonna get a piece of my mind.

I'll take care of it.

Work.

I gotta... I got...

OK.

Yeah. Yeah, hey, it's me.

We got a donor inbound. 37 minutes.

You gotta meet me at the lab, ASAP.

My family just woke up.

Congratulations, but it's gonna be a pretty short reunion

unless we solve 345.

If we get shut down, we get exposed.

Matt, careful. Are you listening to me?

William, you hearing me?

Hello?

Yeah, OK, I'll be there.

Damn it!

Buddy, you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Are you all right?

You don't seem like yourself today.

I have to go into the lab.

You take off, baby, we're good.

I hate to leave you on a Saturday.

We'll still be here when you get back.

OK.

Neural tissue intact.

Protoplasmic integrity approximately 60%.

I make it 55.

Still, cortex is viable. Do you concur?

William?

Negative.

It's too corrupt.

What's going on, man? Donor was good.

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't put another person through that.

Well, you picked a hell of a time

to grow a conscience.

I hope you're ready to go to jail,

lose your family, because that's what's gonna happen

if we don't get 345 to work.

So you better figure something out.

Soon.

Are you in there, Bill?

Yeah, it's me.

Everything OK in there?

All good.

Damn shame about that donor today, huh?

We'll get the next one, sir.

Hope there is a next one, Bill.

Oh, my gosh.

Mom, have you seen my cell phone?

No, I've been looking for mine, too.

Well, your whole social life doesn't depend on it, mine does.

So where did you have it last? I have no idea.

Troll, did you take my cell phone?

No. Oh, my God.

Ed!

Hey!

Jesus, are you crying blood?

William, you didn't...

I did. On yourself? Are you out of your mind?

Have you considered the very real possibility

that you've gone completely bat-shit insane?