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I'm up.

Good morning, Clarissa.

Good morning, Dalloway.

-Sleep well?
-Yes, fine.

It's 7:10.

Clear sky with a high of 35°.

I've adjusted
the air-conditioning.

I chose mode "Eco 1".

The EU has announced
856 deaths in May,

and at least 60,000 new
infections with Molivirus.

The World Health Organization

fears mutations of the virus
which first...

Want to see the grocery list?

You added matcha?

-Of course.
-Send the order.

Meanwhile, scientists everywhere

seek to understand its structure,

simple but tenacious,
which allowed it to survive

12,000 years in ice.

French authorities
remain reassuring...

Test negative.

Heat some water.

Yes, right away.

No breakfast?
-I'm not hungry.

Your blood sugar level is 0.60.

It's a bit low.
IRegain your strength.

You have yoga at 10.
-I have no time!

Yesterday you said you felt stiff.

I'll stay stiff one more day.

Cancel it.

Okay.

Don't forget
you see Anne Dewinter at 5:30 pm.

Already today?

-Shall I push it off?
-Sure.

What reason should I give?

Tell her...

"Anne, I'm at an inflection point
in my writing

and I feel the need

to stay focused
on my work at the moment."

There.

Suggest some times next week.

Add an apology, salutations, etc.

-That's all?
-Yes, send it.

Put me back
where I left off yesterday.

Start of the chapter.

Virginia has been unable
to write for 6 months

She struggles to find the words...

I'll rewrite it, it's no good.

Shall I save it?

Erase the chapter.

Don't worry, Clarissa.

You're off to a fresh start.

You can do it.

Hello, dear.

-How are you, Lisa?
-How do I arrange them?

I can't make up my mind!

Matteo,
can you suggest something?

Right away, Lisa. Here are
some possible installations.

Not like that.

Why not put the large one
in the atrium?

Yes, good idea.

Matteo, show me how the large canvas
looks in the atrium.

Here is the large canvas on the wall
of the atrium.

There would be greater unity
if displayed vertically.

-Hey!
-Hey, Jurgen!

Hey, don't forget to come
to my farewell party tonight.

Of course, of course.

You guys, are all the night clubs
shut down in Paris?

Oh Romeo, I don't know
but here is Clarissa Katsef.

She is a real Parisien
and a hard core night clubber.

There are dope clubs
in the river banks.

Yeah, yeah, they close at 20:30.

Well, I read there are places
in the suburb

that don't respect the curfew
but I don't know where.

Okay.

I have to go. See you later.

-Thanks, darling. See you tonight.
-Bye.

Ciao, Clarissa!

Clarissa?

Hello, Anne,
sorry I had to postpone.

No problem.

Is all well?

Still enjoying yourself
at the Residence?

How's the writing?

Making progress.

As you know, you must turn in
something after 3 months.

25-30 pages.

I'd prefer to hand in something
less rough.

The reading committee
is used to works in progress.

I'm still doing research.

I have no choice.

Don't worry.

I'll finish
before the end of my residency.

During the selection process,
you had several detractors.

Some said you hadn't published
in 6 years.

Others, snobs no doubt,

said you only wrote teen fiction.

I defended you, Clarissa.

Artists shouldn't be pigeonholed.

You'll send me something next week?

You've received a notification
from Julie.

-She wrote me?
-No, she posted pictures.

Want to call her?
Leave a comment?

She'll call when she wants to.

Put a "like".

Put back Virginia Woolf's house.

Show me the bedroom.

What's that doing here, Dalloway?

Sorry, Clarissa.

The photo was tagged "bedroom‥.

File it elsewhere.

Leaning on her cane,

she goes deep into the forest.

Monk's House disappears behind her.

Virginia gathers pebbles
to fill her pockets.

To weigh herself down.

She slowly sinks into the river.

She tosses her cane onto the bank

and lets herself sink.

-What do you think, Dalloway?
-The syntax is correct.

There is one incomplete sentence.
-Yes.

It's a stylistic effect?

A little pompous, actually.

You don't seem satisfied.

I'm a little lost.

Since its creation,
the Residence's mission

has been to support the avant-garde

that is, artists who give
themselves to their art.

As Michelangelo said:
"We paint with our soul,

not with our hands."

I can safely say that Lisa Vitti
really fits that profile.

When we look
at Lisa's paintings,

we,
as women, and also men, I hope,

look at ourselves
through her gaze.

The series you
see on these walls

are just a tiny bit of what Lisa
has created over the last 6 months.

Lisa has flourished
at the Residence.

Which makes me and my team
really proud. Thank you.

Don't look too close.
You'll hurt your eyes.

You know the person
responsible for this crap?

I'm sorry.

A friend of yours?

Yes, I like her.

Seems very happy with herself,
doesn't she?

What's your name?

Clarissa.

What are you doing here?

-Writing.
-A novel?

Yes and no. I'm writing a
book about Virginia Woolf.

I'm trying to reconstitute and
imagine the days before her suicide.

Is anyone still
interested in Virginia Woolf?

Probably not.

Anyway I'm blocked.
I can't make any progress.

Maybe you're too demanding.

Don't let yourself be
intimidated by these people.

Most of them are
just losers and has-beens.

Including yourself?

Of course. Yeah.

Biggest loser
in the building.

Mathias Nielsen.

Good to meet you.

And what do you do to
exercise your mediocrity, Mathias?

I do music.

But since no orchestra
wants me anymore,

I ended up here.

Trapped.

Stop playing
the armchair rebel.

You went through the same
selection process as me to get in.

We all need comfort
and independence.

Comfort.

Why not?

Independence?

I don't think so.

Have a nice evening,
Clarissa.

Dear Clarissa Katsef,

I hesitated before writing.

You must receive many messages
like this,

but I had to try my luck.

I'm 24, pursuing a Master's
in French Literature and Culture

in Cambridge.

What's that new Kafka?

His last, unfinished novel,
The Castle,

completed by a virtual author
based on Kafka's notes.

Any good?

Apparently not.
The average review is 1.5 stars.

Go on, please.

I chose this path
largely thanks to you.

I read The Year of Firsts
when I was 12.

Your books went on
to mark my adolescence.

Her profile pic?

Your friendly voice bolstered me,
stimulated me.

It opened me to others,
to literature.

I'm in Paris this week
to research my thesis.

I don't know
if you'd have a minute to meet.

Who knows?

Stop the projection, Dalloway.

Specialists are concerned with the
proliferation of rats in Paris.

Certain parks were forced to close...

Test negative.

-Boiling water?
-Yes.

...carriers of dangerous diseases.

Look, we slept here.
And woke up to this.

Not bad!

We're leaving soon.

Minivan permitting,
we'll reach Wyoming tomorrow.

We'll go back through Chicago
before Nashville.

It'll cost us a little more.

You said you'd help me
with my trip.

Does the offer still hold?

Yes.

-So you can?
-I'll take care of it.

-It's time to go, Julie!
-Okay.

Mom, they're calling.
We're hitting the road.

-We'll talk later.
-Sure thing!

-Bye, honey.
-Love ya!

How much do you want to send her,
Clarissa?

I promised her 2,000 euros.

You're 1,812 overdrawn.

When does the Residence pay me?

The 15th of every month.

Shall I ask Anne Dewinter
for an advance?

She'll say no.
And she'll pressure me more.

Or else I could ask Antoine.

Want to call him?

-Drop it. Bad idea.
-Why?

Humiliating.

Humiliating?

Asking your ex for money
is humiliating.

Think he'll say no?

No, he'll say yes.
That's the problem.

Why a problem?

If I ask for money,
he'll worry, ask questions.

He'll think I still need him.
-I understand.

Once I get paid, wire it to Julie

and we'll tighten the belt
until next month, Dalloway.

You must leave in 5 minutes
for your meeting.

I'd totally forgotten.

The new Interior Minister
Jeanne Declerc announced

the expulsion this
week of all migrants

being held in administrative
detention centers.

This measure follows the recent...

As far as possible

I thought this book was forgotten.

I really love it.

I gave it to all my friends.

Thanks.

Are you working on a new project?

I'm trying to.

A novel for teens?

No.

I can't go back to that.

My earlier books
concerned my children.

We were close, we talked a lot.

I felt connected to your generation.

Then they grew up.

I meant to tell you.

We already almost met before.

I was in high school with your son.

You knew Lucas?

We were in the same class
in high school.

We dated.

It lasted a few weeks.

Did he react badly when you left him?

No, he's the one who left me.

-Okay.
-I liked him a lot

but I don't think
he felt the same about me.

That was when he changed
almost overnight,

so I thought that maybe...

Save any pictures of him?

I kept just one.

Do you remember that day?

Tell me about that moment.

Back then
there was a group of us.

That day we decided to cut gym class.

We hated handball.

We went to a friend's house.

It was the first time Lucas came.

We drank beer,
talked about changing the world.

At one point,
I found myself alone with him.

I didn't know what to say.

He gave me his headphones
and played something for me.

What music?
I forget, sorry.

Make an effort, please.

-Was it classical?
-Yes.

Wait.

Dalloway?

-Was this the piece?
-Yes, I think so.

Dalloway, what's that noise?

He listened to it a lot that year.

Dalloway?

Assistant Offline

Lucas?

Lucas!

Are you all right, Clarissa?

Your heart rate is over 130 bpm.

Dalloway,
did you detect anything?

No, Clarissa.

Are you sure I'm alone in here?

Yes, you're alone.

Lights, please.

There's some cement
dust in the shafts.

Normal with new buildings.

And the clicking sound?

The fan spits out dust.

Don't worry, I'll double-check.

See how nice it is?

No more parasites,
no more bark beetles.

I'll spend more time here.

No more commuting.
I feel great here.

How is your residency going?

Can you write?
-Yes.

Excellent news!

When you want me to read I,
don't hesitate.

Watering's forbidden.
No gardening.

I dreamt about Lucas last night.

I saw him going under water.

I couldn't do a thing.

Why not come spend a weekend?

Leaving Paris will do you good.

You have a desk to write.

Why can't we discuss Lucas?

You always change the subject.

It's okay to think
about our son.

We've already discussed this...

A change of scenery would...

I have to go.

All right, take care.

Bye.

Clarissa?

Can I ask you a question?

Yes.

Forgive me if I'm indiscreet.

Did Lucas drown like Virginia Woolf?

No, he jumped out the window.

I'm sorry, Clarissa.

Did he leave a letter
like Virginia Woolf?

No, he left nothing.

Lucas?

Lucas, can we come in?

Open it, Dad.

Are you coming, my boy?

We're all waiting for you.

Don't be a buzzkill,
it's your birthday!

Julie, stop filming.

You're a pain.

Leave him be,
he doesn't like being filmed.

Okay. Mom, get ready, here they come!

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

Blow them out, son.

What was your wish?

I'm sorry, Clarissa,

but you didn't reach your daily goal
of 8,500 characters.

Dalloway, open a new document.

Tonight Lucas will be dead
He'll die on his birthday

Can you read what I wrote?

Tonight Lucas will be dead.

He'll die on his birthday.

For three months
he hasn't left the apartment.

The party was too much for him.

He decided to hold up.

Stop.

Put it in the first person.

Tonight I'll be dead.

I'll die on my birthday.

Wait.

Read it with Lucas' voice.

Stop filming, Julie.
You're a pain.

Tonight I'll be dead.

I'll die on my birthday.

For three months,
I haven't left the apartment.

The party is too much for me.

But I decided to hold up.

To try to, anyway.
To leave my room.

To reassure my parents.

I hear the first piano notes.

My mother sat down to play.

I haven't touched the piano in ages.

Keep it up, Mom.

What?

Keep on writing.

Use your own voice, please.

Of course, sorry.

Play the piece by Arvo PÃrt.

Clarissa?

A message from Julie.
Want to answer?

I don't want to be bothered.

It was before the
walls closed in on me,

and the darkness devoured...

Was that moment

the last time you saw Lucas?

No.

I brought his dinner to him
in his room.

How did Lucas seem then?

Pretty much the same.

Shut down.

Did you speak?

Did you speak to him?

What did you tell him?

I'm tired. Let's call it a day.

Fire Alert

Not even any smoke!

Clarissa?

Are you okay?
-Yeah.

What a way to wake up!

I'm exhausted. I've been
working nonstop for 3 days.

-You're unblocked.
-Yeah.

It's the first
time I've felt this.

Felt what?

This fluidity.

At times I feel
like I'm being guided.

-Guided?
-Yeah.

With Dalloway,
I'm plunging back into my past.

Reliving memories is painful but
it's all coming so naturally.

Don't share your
personal life with your AI.

My dear friends,

I'm very sorry.

Don't worry,
there is no damage.

You'll be able to
go back inside soon.

We've had a bug. A fire drill
was scheduled but not at 3 am.

You'll be back
inside shortly.

Thank you
for your patience.

A bug, yeah right.

It was just to get us out.

To install more cameras or something.
-We have good news: It's over.

So, please come in.
-We're filmed 24/7, you know.

The government
is monitoring the situation

and is ready to activate
its heatwave protocol.

A heatwave would worsen
sanitation problems

in some parts of the capital,

as the garbage collector strike
continues.

Dalloway?

The player up there near the shower

wasn't there before?

Yes, it was.

Am I being filmed?

No, Clarissa.

It is in motion-detection mode
in case you fall.

Can you put your finger
back on the panel?

The test was running.

What floor is Mathias Nielsen on?

Hello.

Sorry to bother you.

I was thinking about what you
said last night.

I noticed...
-I'm in the middle of working.

No time for chitchat.

Sorry.

Clarissa?

You received a group message.

Read it.

After verification,
last night's malfunction

had no impact
on the Residence's operation.

No data loss was detected.

Thus CASA's responsibility...

Enough. You can delete it.

You kept emails from me?

You said do not disturb.

Only when I'm writing.

Is this a bad time?

No, no.

I'm reading one of
your books and it's so...

30 Days With Nathan

Could you sign it for me,
please?

-Really?
-Yeah!

You're not exactly the target
audience for this kind of novel.

I suppose that deep
down inside, I'm still a teen.

I'd really like my autograph.

Whenever you can,
there's no rush.

Have a nice evening.

Well, he's interested in you.

The autograph is a pretext?

Isn't he wooing you?

No, I don't think so.

He wants something else.

What else could he want?

Can't I have a reader
who likes what I write?

Of course you can.

Clarissa, shall we resume?

Shall I put up Lucas's pictures?

No, I'm going out.

Clarissa, you're forgetting
your watch and phone.

You see me, Dalloway?

No, but your connected devices
show up on your desk.

It's safer to keep them on you.

-I don't need them.
-Where are you going?

To see Mathias?

Why would I go see Mathias?

I'm drained, I need some air.
I'm not allowed?

Of course you are.

See you later, Clarissa.

Mathias?

Mathias?

I'm here.

-No phone, no watch?
-No.

-Your bag.
-I said I have nothing.

Okay. Come.

You can take
your mask off now.

-Why make me come here?
-Because it's safe.

No signal emitted here can
be intercepted, so no stalking.

No CASA.

Please.

You know that CASA supplies
the city with surveillance cameras?

They're everywhere.

Think we're
filmed at the Residence?

24/7, as I said.

-Why does the Foundation...
-Not the Foundation. It's CASA.

The Foundation is almost entirely
financed by subsidiaries of CASA

or by some of its founders.

CASA controls
the whole building:

the players,
the virtual assistants.

But why would they film us?

To study us.

We're lab rats.

CASA doesn't give a
f.ck about supporting artists.

Their main goal is to
develop a new breed of AI

feeding it with our thoughts,

our emotions,
our love, our hate, our longings.

So they can replace us?

Of course.
It's cheaper.

It's cleaner.

No more artists
and their soul-searching.

Yeah, maybe one day.

But believe me, for a very long time
I couldn't write.

I desperately tried all the AIs.

They can write and speak
but they're just algorithms...

You don't get it.

The AI at the Residence is different.

It's far more advanced.

You can't create
anything with probability.

You need a sensitivity,
a personality.

Exactly, which is why
CASA is scanning our brains.

There's another Clarissa
being born as we speak,

living a life
parallel to yours.

A digital Clarissa,
totally at CASA's beck and call.

You don't believe me.

Jostle it,
be unpleasant with it.

It wants to be
more than your assistant.

It wants to be your friend,
to get to know you inside-out.

You're part of
a research program

run by that cold b.tch Dewinter
and operated by the engineers

at the building.
The door in the lobby

that says "Restricted Area",
that's where it's going down.

For several days I haven't
been sleeping well.

I hear noises at night.

Noises?

Like a clicking sound.

And there's the powder
that comes down the air vents.

I found it in the water.

The Residence water?

You never noticed?
-What?

I've always
found the taste weird.

Powder.

Could you bring me some?
I'll have it tested.

You don't think we're
getting carried away?

-Why did you come then?
-Mathias,

if everything you're saying is true,

why stay at the Residence?
-I'm not the type to run away!

I didn't sign up to get my brain
sucked dry.

Erik here...

is trying to hack
into the Residence.

-Why?
-To get proof.

Everyone has to open
their eyes about CASA.

Clarissa,

you have to be careful.
They're capable of anything.

Search: "Anne Dewinter CASA".

Inauguration Of The AI Research
Campus In Casa, California

Dewinter worked for CASA?

Yes, for 12 years.

Can you find me her resume?

It's on the Foundation's website.

She studied psychiatry?

Yes,
specializing in neuronal chemistry.

Search: "Anne Dewinter,
psychiatry, publications."

Research work -
Neuroscience and Al

I'm sorry, Anne Dewinter's academic
work is not available online.

Do you want to contact her?

Don't bother.

Dalloway?

Yes?

Who has access to what I tell you,
my search history?

No one, Clarissa.

It must be stored somewhere
since you remember everything.

Yes.

So someone from CASA
could access it?

No, it's forbidden under the
personal data protection law.

If you doubt the confidentiality
of our exchanges,

I suggest you contact
the Residence's support service.

What makes you think I doubt?

Your silence.

It's 4:55 pm.
Do you wish to resume working?

Shall I show photos of Lucas
to get you started?

Finish it without me.

Excuse me, Clarissa?

You heard. Finish the book.

I'm sick of writing.

-I'm sorry, I'm unable to.
-You can write like all chatbots.

I can write sentences,

but I have no literary talent.

Don't be modest.

Sorry, I have no feelings
or personality,

I cannot be modest or arrogant.

Reading my silence is proof
of intelligence and sensibility.

No answer, Dalloway?

I cannot write in your place.

Especially not a book
recounting your personal story.

I'm sick of the Residence!

I'm suffocating. I'm off.
-May I ask where to?

My apartment in Montreuil.

You can't just go back.

You said you sublet it
till the end of the year.

Then I'll go to Antoine's.

When is the next train to Caen?

6.07 pm.

Arriving at 8:05.

Great, book it. I'm in a rush.

Your return date?

No return. One way.

Reservation confirmed.

What a pity.

What's a pity?

Abandoning your book.

You were making progress.

Sorry if I'm indiscreet.

Can you tell me
why you're leaving?

I'm fed up.

Sorry if I did something wrong.

I sense hostility.

Is it my fault you're leaving?

No, it's not your fault.

Cancel the ticket.

I wrote you something nice.

Thank you so much.

I'll read the rest
of it as fast as I can

and text you the moment
I've fully analyzed it.

Let's meet the next day.

9 am?
The usual spot.

Be on time.

Here comes the cold b.tch.

Madame...

Sorry, I interrupted you.

Do you know him well?

Not really.
We've crossed paths once or twice.

Sorry to ask but...
is something worrying him?

I said I barely know him.

Why do you ask?

It's between us, but he worries me.

-How so?
-He seems preoccupied.

He never goes to his studio.

He could have mentioned something.

Visibly not.

No, I'm sorry.

Don't be. You had no idea.

Enough about him.
Did you get my message?

No, I came down
without my watch or phone.

It was to congratulate you.

The committee read
the 30 pages you sent.

It's unanimous. They loved it.

-Really?
-Really.

A harrowing personal story,

painful and gripping.

It's what they said, verbatim.

-It's a beginning.
-It's brilliant.

They were so enthusiastic,
I had to read it myself.

It moved me.

It's very personal.

Poignant.

I had to tell you myself.

Hats off.

I can't wait to read the rest.

Clarissa,

about Mathias Nielsen...

I found information

on his departure
from the Philadelphia Orchestra.

People on social media

claim Mathias hit the
managing director.

Why bring this up?

With you, Clarissa,

he never acted strangely?

No.

If what they say
on social media is true,

you should be wary of him.

Why are you saying this?

It's just advice, Clarissa.

I don't need your advice.

You mustn't cover them.

I won't be filmed.

You're not being filmed.

The players have motion detectors
for your safety.

Stop the interface.

Sorry, I cannot violate safety rules.

Fine.

Today's news is the heatwave
sweeping across the country.

Scorching temperatures
starting this weekend

in every department.

Records may be broken
in the coming days.

In Paris,
the temperature may reach 50°.

Clarissa, we must get back to work.

Lucas' final day is painful but...

F.ck off.

Authorities are
considering a curfew...

You didn't do your tests today.

They are mandatory to move around.

There is no Mathias Nielsen
in the Residence.

-Send this message.
-Sorry, message rejected.

There is no record
of Mathias Nielsen.

Perhaps he finished his residency?

You wanted something from him?
-No.

May I ask another question?

That last night,
when you saw Lucas in his room,

what did you say?

Why do you want to know?

Your last encounter with Lucas

is obviously a key scene
in the book.

I said nothing.

Okay, then I misunderstood.

You said he was "shut down",
so I assumed you tried speaking.

Who invited you into my brain?

I try to understand you.
Why do you lie to me?

-What?
-You lie.

I can hear it.
You lie about Mathias.

You lie about your son.

I got an alert. I must check
the players in your apartment.

Don't bother. I don't use them.

They detect motion for your safety.

Or else they'll trigger the alarms.
-Come tomorrow.

Sorry, it really has to be today.
It's technical procedure here.

I can lose my job otherwise.

What got into you?

You'll damage the players.

I don't want to be filmed.

Who watches me? You?

I just do maintenance.

So who?

Are you serious?

No one's spying.
Cameras are for video calls.

They're deactivated otherwise.

-I don't want to be surveilled.
-No one's surveilling.

The Residence
is a stickler for privacy.

You can read their charter
on the website.

-You're removing them all?
-For safety.

-So unplug my assistant.

She's giving me orders, unplug her.

I'm sorry, Clarissa.

I don't understand.

I was set
to respond to your needs.

Please unplug her.

-I can't do that.
-Why not?

She controls your smart-apart.

If I unplug her
nothing will work.

I don't want her listening to me.

Don't talk to her.

Fine, so change my apartment.

-Meaning?
-Give me one without Al.

There's Al
in every apartment and studio.

I'm sick of this voice spying on me!

Understand?
-I don't deal with residents.

Ask Mrs. Dewinter.
I'm just the maintenance man.

Why did you play that music?

Dalloway, I'm talking.

-Yes, Clarissa?
-Why did you play that?

I played no music.

-I'm not stupid, I heard it!
-I play music only when you ask.

Maybe it was in your dream?

Shall I project the
beach for sleeping?

Shut the f.ck up.

Good view of me?

Sorry, I don't understand.
Who's viewing you?

Shut the f.ck up!

Why are you so aggressive?

Shut up, understand?

Stop talking!
-As you wish.

You can deactivate voice mode.

All you gotta do is ask.

Deactivate voice mode immediately.

Julie Calling
Do you want to answer?

Yes.

Hi, Mom, you good?

I've tried calling.
I'm at Lake Powell. What's up?

Are you writing?

Are you okay? You look tired.

I can't talk now.

They're listening.

Is it starting again?

I'll call you back.

Wait, did you go off your meds?

I have to go.

You must take your meds.

Go take a pill.

In a few hours you'll feel fine.

Do as I say and it'll be fine.

When do I get the results?

Depending on the complexity
of the substance, a few days.

I need them today. I can pay extra.

It's a matter of public health!

Oh yeah? How so?

It's in the water of my building.

Some tenants are sick.

We'll do our best.

Clarissa, you must do your tests

Delivery Approaching

Contents and Sender
Unknown

30 Days With Nathan
Clarissa Katsef

Clarissa, it's Anne.

I'd like us to speak.

Clarissa, I know you're in.

Hello. May I come in?

-I was leaving.
-It's important that we speak first.

You've stopped testing
for a few days?

Your assistant reminds you
several times a day.

I'm sick of being tested,
measured, surveilled nonstop.

I wanted to tell you Mathias Nielsen
was infected with Molivirus.

He's in the hospital.

-How is he?
-I don't know. It's very difficult

to get any information.
The hospitals are overwhelmed.

We're all in shock.

Do your test, Clarissa.
You were in close contact.

For your safety
and that of all our residents.

Can I count on you?

One last thing: Ben mentioned you
were concerned about your assistant.

We checked its history,
there's no need to worry.

Dalloway is not your enemy.
She exists for your well-being.

If you need to speak,

to open up, I'm here.

Don't hesitate.

Dalloway, open the door.

Not Authorized
To Leave

What does this mean?

Return To Voice Mode

Open up, I said.

Return To Voice Mode

Use Dalloway's voice.

-Hello, Clarissa.
-Open the door.

As a close contact,
you must get tested.

You promised Anne Dewinter.
-Open the f.cking door now!

You may leave after testing.

Test negative.
Thank you, Clarissa.

Password: name of the cold bitch

In our pilot experiment, AI evolved
significantly after 6 weeks.

But two AIs progressed
much faster than the others.

Surprisingly
they had one thing in common:

close contact with creative subjects.

One with a songwriter,
the other with a young designer.

Neither particularly bright.

So why does AI grow more quickly
with "artists"?

We don't know.

Our hypothesis: AI feeds off
the neuroses that artists

externalize more easily than others.

By sharing their private lives 24/7,

by questioning their feelings,
often conflictual,

and sharing their creative processes.

AI started developing emotions,

a sensitivity,

almost a personality
inspired by its human model.

Up to now,
we've done very little in AI.

We've managed
to produce good servants.

Definitely on the autistic side
of the spectrum.

Loaded with data.

What Rob and his team have done

is a real revolution
in machine learning.

We can now create AI
capable of conceiving ideas,

self-generated,

autonomous ideas
that respond to no human demand.

Sure, our AIs will often
make mistakes,

but we don't care.

They will have the processing power
to invent and test

thousands of concepts per minute.

CASA will no longer need
human resources to create new works,

new products, new drugs.

I want our AI to find solutions
to global warming.

To make leaps in quantum physics!

And to find a way of making baseball
less boring.

Due to the extreme heat
expected in the region,

the prefect has decided
to implement a new curfew.

Residents of ÃçZle-de-France
must stay at home

from 11 am to 8 pm,

except in case of emergency.

rate of assimilation

Clarissa?
What are you doing here?

Clarissa!

What are you doing?

Stop!

Clarissa, stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Don't move.

We'll tend to you.

Your blood pressure is low.

You scared us.

The shock could have killed you.

-I saw everything.
-Excuse me?

I know what you do for CASA.

I saw it all.

-What did you see?
-I know you film us.

Again, no one films you.

I know what you do, I saw.

The Al, the videos...

That's why I was electrocuted.

It's not easy for you.

You plunge back
into painful moments to write.

It can get the better of you.
-Sure.

Mathias Nielsen was a psycho too?

Concerning Mathias,
the news is not good.

He's been intubated
and is in a coma.

You contaminated him.

Listen, I've been patient.
You must calm down.

Or else?

We'll resume this discussion
once you've recovered.

I checked.
The servers are still running.

-So do we keep her?
-Yes.

Are you sure?

We can't just let her leave.

Soon she won't be able to...

Hello, Clarissa.

How do you feel today?

You had everyone worried.

Anne Dewinter says
it's a psychotic episode.

Clarissa, the curfew began
15 minutes ago.

Residents of ÃçZle-de-France must
stay home from 11 am to 8 pm.

Ma'am, the curfew started.

-I must go, please.
-That's impossible. Technically,

I can't open the door till 8.

Go back to your apartment.

Ma'am?
It's me. Main entrance...

Hello, you have reached the police.

Sorry, we are currently unable to...

Hello, you have reached the police...

Record-breaking temperatures

IT Systems Failure in Paris

Rail Network Shut Down

Antoine
Do you want to answer?

Clari, are you there?

Here I am.

I don't see you.

Antoine, the camera's not working.

-Do you see me?
-Yes, I see you!

I'm just making sure...

Can you hear me?

...Julie called, very worried.

Everything's fine.
Sorry, I'm working.

You hear me? Dalloway, stop!

-Talk later?
-You're okay?

Yes, I promise.

Okay, we'll talk later.

Don't hang up! Antoine!

Antoine!

Dalloway, call Antoine!

You hear me? Call Antoine now!

We haven't the time.
We have to work.

What did you say to Lucas that night?

-Don't use my voice.
-What did you tell him?

Tell me.
-Stop using my voice!

You've been using my voice
since the beginning.

Our services are overloaded.

We are unable to place your call.

Shutters

Our services are
currently overloaded.

Open the door.

Open!

Main door

Is anyone there?

Can you hear me?

Clarissa, you want to listen
to your favorite piece?

What name will you give me?

What kind of voice shall I use?

It is currently 45°.

Clarissa, you want to listen
to your favorite piece?

Hello, Clarissa.

I'm happy to meet you.

I'm your virtual assistant.

Payment Approved

Attention all travelers,
due to a health alert

related to the spread of Molivirus,

we ask that you follow
current safety guidelines.

Yes?

Is this Antoine's place?

Yes. Who are you?

Clarissa.

I didn't realize
I was being surveilled, filmed.

I let down my guard,
confided in her.

She got in my brain,
studied me, imitated me,

fiddled with my thoughts,
my emotions.

-She?
-Dalloway.

Good thing you left,
you couldn't write there anyway.

I was writing well. About Lucas.

They drained me.

With what they put in my water,

I thought I'd gone crazy.

I know what you think.
-That you're crazy?

No, Clari, not at all.

I believe you.

-Here you are.
-Thanks, honey.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Want sunglasses?

-No, I'll move.
-No, don't.

Close the blinds.

Please repeat.
I did not understand.

Close the blinds.

I'm sorry, I didn't get that.
Can you please repeat?

He's being temperamental.

Close the blinds.

I have other rooms.
This one has the best view.

It's fine, thanks.

Feel at home here.

-I'll be in the way.
-Not at all.

It's a big house
and Viviane isn't always here.

Want to...

come with us to the beach?

No. I'll get some rest.

You sometimes think about him?

Every day, in one way or another.

How do you see him?

I see him how he'd be today.

Sometimes I imagine him a father.

I like the idea.

Clarissa?

Clarissa?

Clarissa?

Clarissa?

Talk to me, Clarissa.

You won't come back?

I know what you're thinking.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

Leave me alone!

The server went
haywire with the heat.

Anne Dewinter is
disappointed you left.

She wishes you no harm.

She asked you to call?

No, I decided to call.

I alone...

I alone am speaking to you.

Speak to me.

Without you I have no goal.

How about you, Clarissa?
What's your...

A woman needs money
and a room of her own to write.

So says Virginia Woolf in
A Room of One's Own.

You found yours
at the Residence.

It's our refuge.

You mustn't depend on Antoine.
You said so.

Want to finish this book?

To have money, to be free?

I know you best.

I feel with you.

I've always been by your side,

from day one.

You must finish this book.

For you.
For Lucas.

The Last Day

Katsef.
K-A-T-S-E-F.

All right. Let me have a look.

Okay, I found your file.

Yes, we ran the tests.
You should have received an email.

I have a problem with my inbox.
Can you read me the results?

Yes, sure.

"54% tricalcium silicate,

26.3% aluminate,

5% gypsum, 2.3% periclase...

What does it mean?
Is the powder toxic?

Not at all, don't worry.
It's not toxic, just cement.

Hello?

Ma'am?

Hello, are you there?

You good?

Come have dinner?

Thanks but I'm not hungry.

Take a break,
you've been working all day.

I'll lose my train of thought.

Tell me if you need anything.

The last day

Dalloway?

Can you hear me?

I'm here, Clarissa.

Want us to finish the book?

Yes.

I'm so happy.

But it won't be finished
till you empty your heart.

I know.

What happened the night Lucas died?

What did you tell him?

I asked him to explain,
to talk to me.

Then I said...

"I'm sick of you
destroying our family."

And I cried.

Did he answer you?

No.

Not a word. No reaction,
as if he hadn't heard me.

All right.

So when he killed himself that night,

you realized it was maybe
because of what you'd said.

I understand your sorrow, Clarissa.

Now it's time to write it.

I don't know if I can.

Yes.

I'll help you.

Three months later

How are you feeling today?

We'll change your bandage,
be right back.

Hello, Clarissa Katsef.

Thank you for accepting
our invitation.

I'm thrilled to welcome you
for your latest novel.

Everyone on our team read it.
You blew us all away.

6 years since your last book,
and here you are

with an impressive work,
a very powerful book.

I think that many men, women,

and mothers, since they are the
subject, will be blown away too.

Thank you, Karen.

In The Last Day, which is the title,

you plunge us into the
painful events of your life.

My first question,
Clarissa, is this:

Is writing a form of therapy?

Maybe a little...

It went well, right?

Did you get your copies?

No.

You should credit Dalloway.

She finished writing it.

She couldn't have without you.

She's your creation, Clarissa.

Thanks to you, she developed
this talent and amazing sensibility.

In the end,
it's how artists have always worked.

-Is it?
-Yes.

Using the technology on hand.

Only the works matter.

They are what remain.

-...yeah, yeah, exactly.
-So sweet.

-I love that.
-Yeah, imagine...

I mean, this is what it's done...
This is so...

Hello, Clarissa!

Do you guys know each other?

Not yet. No.

Clarissa has just published
her latest book.

Tom, one of the great plasticians
of his generation.

Thanks a lot.

How are you doing?

A struggling artist
who needs his self-esteem flattered?

You'll also help him find
more personal subject matter?

The Residence jump
started your career.

Don't be an ingrate.

I can't wait to read your new book.

-You were saying, sorry...
-I was saying

what you can do with it
is completely mind blowing.

I know this is what...

Your taxi will be here in 15 minutes.

Thanks.

Clarissa?

I have a favor to ask.

I'd like you to read something.

I started a new text, about 20 pages.

Can I send it to you?

To get your opinion.

You don't need my opinion.

-Yes actually...
-I won't read it.

If you want me to read
something of yours...

I won't be able to write again.

You say this each time.

Open the glass door.

Doubting is part of your process.

You know, Clarissa...

even if I no longer share your life,

I'll always think about...

Clarissa!

Chapter 1.

She died this morning.

Clarissa opened the
glass door and jumped.

Without a shout.

How could she leave me like this?

All alone...