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I wasn't always this scary.

I've played a lot of roles in life--

kid sis, daddy's girl, immigrant, valadictorian,

activist-- --keep the internet free, motherfuckers.

Oh shit.

--convict.

Hands in the fucking air.

I got her.

I blame the internet.

Mom didn't know what it was, so she left me along with it.

She never realized her 10-year-old daughter

was living 10 different lives on any given day.

They say mine's the last generation that

will remember an analog world.

Those are the days.

I guess you could say the internet ruined my life,

or maybe she saved it, one of them at least.

She told me I was smart, rebellious, creative,

and that I liked tits--

all the things my Stepford family wanted least.

She let me be myself and keep that self

a secret, what could be better?

I wasn't ready to commit to her though,

not yet, not while I still had one foot in the analog world.

So I slogged through the Ivy League

thing, the corporate brown-noser thing, and even the wife thing.

God, what was I thinking?

The fallout from divorcegate led to a lot of new roles--

anarchist, emo coffee shop singer,

psych patient, psych outpatient, meditator, medicator,

coke seller, coke abuser, rehabber and vegan.

But I always came back to this.

Now I use my power for the greater good, sort of.

Exploiting suits pays big.

Downside, I'm making suits unexploitable.

Don't feel great about it, I know.

The hacker chick thing is kind of a Y2K cliche but whatever.

It's a role that suits me, and I look

hot in black this felt like home.

I was in control, I call the shots,

I was surrounded but anonymous.

I watched the world outside my window

slowly fall apart safe from my perch.

Something's going on.

World's on fire, maybe it always was.

The only difference is now people can't ignore it.

Someone's out there blowing things up like a balloon,

and it's about to pop.

Maybe that's a good thing.

And just when I thought the world couldn't get any

shittier, it didn't.

I met a girl.

What the fuck did you do with Molly?

We didn't do anything with her.

Liar.

She was our friend, she needed our help, she contacted us.

Shut up.

Tell me where she is.

We don't know where she is.

Stay back--

We're trying to find her--

[CLICKS]

Shit.

[STRUGGLING]

Get the fuck off of me!

Tell me where she is!

What?

You gonna kill me?

Stop fighting.

Stop screaming and listen to us.

Nobody's killing anyone.

And if you care about Molly, you'll help us find her.

[PANTING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

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[THUDS]

[SIPS]

[TYPING]

I'm not surprised.

She loved to write.

She was always sending me new stuff.

Were they all this twisted?

Molly was drawn to that stuff.

She was working through her shit.

We both were.

Wah, wah.

We all have issues.

I knew I recognized you.

You're that chick who got famous over those nudie pics, right?

Exactly how do you know so much about Molly?

[SIGHS]

We were in love.

Had a real good thing, then she disappeared.

Molly was gay?

News to me.

Makes sense.

Totally nothing wrong with that.

I'm sure she appreciates the validation.

How did you find this place if you never even met Molly?

I had her name, her email.

That's usually enough for me.

I spent two weeks just being angry after she flaked on me.

But it was weird though.

Something just wasn't right.

So I went through our old convos,

and those last two weeks was just different.

She'd sign in less.

She'd send sad shit and say she was joking

when I called her out on it.

I remember her saying some vague shit about her job,

and how she couldn't tell me everything.

She seemed scared.

I love conspiracy, but it wasn't like her not to show.

So I did what I do.

I started prying.

It wasn't until this week that her email account became active

again.

And I knew something bad happened to her,

and she needed my help.

We're trying to find her, too.

Make sure she's safe.

I'm sorry I tried--

It's OK.

I just want to talk to her again.

Hey, can I put this down now?

My arms are really sore.

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

Finding this place is easy.

It's the other stuff that's just fucked.

Other stuff?

Her job.

What's happening there?

Citadel, the security firm.

Private military contractor, if you

believe their fancy website.

They've got their fingers in a whole lot more than that.

Like what?

Sophisticated surveillance infiltration--

the kind of technology that makes

a girl like me real skittish.

They think it's the key to stopping cyber-terror,

clean up the dark parts of the net.

But it's actually just a shady way

of monitoring what people are doing.

People like you, hackers.

Worse than me.

But Citadel's my hero.

I got the names of three other employees,

all normal, clean evals.

As of last week, one's AWOL, one's dead,

and one's in the loony bin.

God knows what they're doing to them or what they did to Molly?

That's insane.

Who would want to hurt Molly?

She's harmless.

She's a smart girl.

And she's got a conscience.

Higher-ups don't like that combo.

Whatever Molly's stumbled into, it's dangerous.

Someone clearly thought she knew too much.

And what were you doing here?

Same as you, looking for clues.

The police are useless these days,

so I tracked her address this morning and broke in.

How?

Credit card.

Easy.

Hm.

Listen, we don't have a lot of time.

What do you mean?

Look around.

Scary shit's going down.

Templar's fucking everyone.

Banks are crashed.

Police force is neutered, power grid shutdowns--

It's just a matter of time before

some trigger-happy asshole hacks a new plant.

Boom.

There are people out there dismantling the world,

and they're just getting started.

If Molly really did know too much,

I'm guessing some of these people are after her, too.

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHUCKLES]

So I can confirm that at various points,

she has had crushes on JTT and Mr. Gregory.

Our physics teacher?

[LAUGHS]

Oh God, gross.

Yeah, that's amazing.

What's that?

Wow, I remember those faces.

Yeah.

Ms. Solis used to drive me home from school

whenever mom didn't bother showing up.

She'd always try and make up these excuses.

She was a terrible liar though.

[LAUGHS]

She was a sweet lady.

She was.

I didn't even send flowers.

What is this?

What's happening?

Ethan, are we horrible?

Am I horrible?

Be honest.

Sam, come on.

Look at this stuff.

This girl, our friend, was all alone and clearly

going through stuff.

And I'm off in LA, making videos about which

stupid flower wreath you should wear at Coachella.

I should have helped her.

I should have shown up to her mom's fucking funeral.

She-- She had no one.

We're here now.

Go us.

[TYPING]

Just a bunch of old stories.

[TYPING]

Dammit.

[SIGHS]

I'm gonna need more time with this.

I can't believe you're doing all this for somebody

that you've never even met.

We were in love.

People don't have to meet for that to happen anymore.

You talked online for two months,

and you were already in love?

You obviously don't have any lesbian friends.

Molly didn't communicate like everyone else.

I'm the same.

We made each other feel connected.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

What's that?

Oh my god, is that you?

Jeez, you were such a dork.

Shut up.

And is that your other friend, Sam?

It was junior prom.

We thought we were so cool, big rebels.

Gonna get out there and change the world.

Were you close?

Ethan and Molly ran yearbook.

Sam and I were just there for extra credit.

And then Molly and I had some classes together.

We had the same stupid sense of humor.

When is the last time you spoke?

I can't even remember.

We all went our separate ways for college,

and then Molly's dad got busted.

Do you know about that?

Yeah.

She kind of disappeared.

Did you reach out, after it happened?

Well, I assumed that it was better not to mention it.

It destroyed her.

I'm sure she would have appreciated hearing from you.

As I got to know Molly, I'd always

think this is the perfect girl that could have

made all that shit bearable.

Anyway, where's the fun in getting what you want, right?

[SIGHS]

What is that?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

That's weird.

What?

This story, "Zero."

It's the same one that she sent me a couple days ago,

but the date means that she wrote it in high school.

Except the names, the hospital--

they're all different.

How's that possible?

It must be an original.

But why would she change it now?

Hey, Sam.

Hey.

[KISSING]

This is super cheesy.

[LAUGHS]

Yeah, and I forgot you don't need anybody

when you've got that around.

Shut up.

It's an email from Molly.

She sent us another story.

Thank god she's still alive.

Or someone wants us to believe she is.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[TAPE SQUEALS]

[STATIC NOISES]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[DINGS]

[TYPING]

Sam.

Ethan.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Gosh, I can't believe we're finally doing this.

You look gorgeous.

That's very sweet of you.

Would you like something to drink?

I'll have what you're having.

So, you're new to the app?

I never would have thought this would be something

that I was into.

I think it's something I really want to explore.

Do you know anyone who's done this before?

No.

Which is something I want to ask you actually.

Have you done this before?

Yes.

[SIGHS]

OK, great.

I promise I'll take good care of you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SMIRKS]

I feel special, like I was chosen, you know.

Why did you choose me, amongst all the others?

I don't know.

I guess I was drawn to you.

[GIGGLES]

Still, you should put more on your profile.

Did you end up stalking me?

A bit.

I hope you didn't find anything too awful.

Nothing's ever too awful.

[LAUGHS]

I had a really great time tonight.

Me, too.

So are we going to do this?

Yes.

Yes, absolutely.

When's good for you?

How's tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

Is there a problem?

No.

No, not at all.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Great.

I'll see you then.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOORBELL CHIMES]

Hi.

Hi.

I was worried you may have gotten cold feet.

I'm a little nervous.

Don't be.

Come in.

Come in.

Drink?

[SPUTTERS]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm just-- I just feel, I feel like--

I know, I know.

If you're having second thoughts, it's OK.

No, no.

I want to do this.

[SIGHING]

I want to do this, for you, for me.

I've come to like you.

I want this.

So maybe we should just relax a little,

not take things so seriously.

[SIGHS]

That'd be good.

Yeah.

[SNIFFS]

[TAKING DEEP BREATHS]

You ready?

[FLUTTERS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GASPS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[SNIFFING]

You're so nervous.

Take these.

These will help you relax.

They make everything easier, yeah.

[SHUSHING]

[GRINDING]

[SLOSHES]

[SIGHS]

Shh.

[KISSES]

I'm so glad you're here.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GASPING]

How do you feel?

I feel good.

Real good.

I haven't felt this connected to anyone, ever.

I feel the same way.

Do you ever think about life?

All the time.

Do you feel like it's getting worse?

The emptiness grows larger and larger every year,

so much coldness and evil in the world.

I find myself growing bitter, apathetic.

I want to do something good for the world.

But anything I do, it doesn't make a difference.

I'm just another cancer cell on this planet,

worthless, taking up space, not worth saving.

I don't know what's worse--

not knowing my purpose or this emptiness.

The world's a bad place.

[SNIFFS]

But I finally realized something, my purpose.

I can be something for somebody, for you.

[KISSES]

Do you still feel empty?

No.

I want you inside me.

[PANTING]

[KISSING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[BLADE SINGS]

[SINKS]

[GURGLING]

[PANTING]

Thank you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SCRAPES GENTLY]

[HACKS]

[CRUNCHING]

[HACKS]

[CRACKS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SIGHS]

[SNIFFING]

[BUZZING]

[DINGS]

[BREATHES DEEP]

[STATIC SQUEALING]

[SOBS]

Ethan, what is this?

Why did she send this to us?

I don't know.

It's OK.

Hey, yeah--

Hey, guys, guess what!

Oh, god, please don't make out.

Fuck.

I mean, I'm sorry.

You got to see this.

Come on.

"Hacked," the one that she sent to Sam,

she wrote it in college.

But this one's different.

Molly's changing the stories.

Yeah, well, hot off the presses, she

just sent us the mother lode.

Read at your own risk.

Spoiler alert, Sam eats Ethan.

I know this.

It's old.

There it is.

"Eat.

Prey.

Love."

She wrote it in 1999?

That doesn't make any sense.

There were references-- modern music and restaurants.

There must be some reason she went to the effort

to change all this.

And the ending's different, a lot different.

Molly still believed in happy endings in 1999.

Didn't we all?

So which one has the clue, the happy one or the--

Tragedy?

[CLICKS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SHUTTER CLICKS]

[TYPING]

[BEEPS]

Maybe Molly can tell us herself.

How the hell did you figure that out?

Long story.

Live from Neptune.

This is Molly Solis.

I'm 28, Aquarius.

Is anyone watching?

I'm almost done Christmas shopping for everyone

at the off--

[CLICKS]

It's gonna be a good year.

What do we think?

Yay?

Nay?

[CLICKS]

This is Molly Solis.

It's December 24th, Christmas Eve.

Maybe I'm being crazy and paranoid, probably am,

but I feel like I should get this down.

What happened to her?

Let me start at the beginning.

It looks I got myself into something,

something really bad.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

(SINGING) I've been waiting for someone

like you to pull me through another 24.

I've been waiting for better weather

to show me what this life is for.

Oh, yeah.

Oooh, yeah.

I've been seeing the good times coming,

but I've been watching the bad ones, too.

I hope you see that it doesn't matter what

you're going to choose to do.

But you see--

[THUDS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

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