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[theme music]

So many people arefascinated by what is real.

Our horrible, naked truth.

I, on the other hand,have always been far more

fascinated by the artificial.

Reality exists independently of us.

There's no need of humanbeings, one way or another.

But art, by its verydefinition, must be created.

[music playing]

[moaning]

DESDEMONA: Touch the screen.

I'll be right back.

Thank you.

Cheers.

[clink]

Kent.

Will you marry me?

I love you.

I-- I'm not ready.

I want you to keep it.

No, I can't.

I can't keep it.

Wow.

[beeping]

No, I don't wanna see more.

Whoa.

[whip cracking]

[animals noises]

[heavy breathing]

DESDEMONA: Do you wish to approach Desdemona?

That's a great hook.

DESDEMONA: Be warned.

Your desire must be pure.

Your devotion, total.

And my credit card, isn't that right?

DESDEMONA: No credit card required.

Approved.

You may attempt to approach Desdemona.

Consider this, Kent Johanssen.

God damn, illegal traceback.

Where's my browser?

Where is my goddamn browser?

Kent?

So this is what you do when I'm sleeping.

[sigh]

It's nothing.

Come on, you think I mind?

Any good ideas in there?

Something we haven't tried yet?

KENT: Let me think about that.

There are better things to do than work.

KENT: How'd that get there?

We haven't used this chair in months.

I'm pretty tired.

That's a first.

You know, I'm really tired.

DESDEMONA: Pure desire.

Total devotion.

Pure desire.

Total devotion.

Just so I know what I'm up against here.

Is this one of those middle sister,

never got enough love thing?

Some Alissa thing.

Hm.

Was my timing terrible?

I really liked your timing.

You know, you looked sosweet, I almost said yes.

Is there somethingabout me you don't trust?

Not you.

Oh, great.

So this is one of those neverwin, ever, ever, things.

I'll call.

[phone ringing]

So, what do you think?

What's the difference between Stiner

and every other communication company?

The image we create.

Exactly.

It's clean, it's clear.

It's shit.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I want you to go back and do it right.

I want dark, edgy images.

Since when did you start spouting cliches?

Since you started giving me garbage.

DESDEMONA: I'm here for you.

Pay attention, Kent Johanssen.

How the fuck did you do that?

DESDEMONA: Alissa rejected this.

This is what she deserves.

Dust to dust.

[clicking]

My rewards are great.

My price, greater.

Son of a bitch.

DESDEMONA: Here I am, just as you desire me.

Look at my body.

You can have it all.

You can have everything.

You will never want another woman again.

I am real.

The hell you are.

I am real, Kent Johanssen.

So what exactly do you want?

Pure desire.

Total devotion.

Oh, I get it.

Very sophisticated programming.

But there's only so muchmaterial in the data bank.

You don't understand.

Your desire remains pure.

Your devotion, suspect.

You're damn right it's suspect, baby.

You and I are no longer anitem, not even a computer item.

That is not an option.

Try me.

[beep]

[sigh]

Touch the screen.

Touch the screen.

You have sampled the rewards, Kent Johanssen.

Now you must pay.

What is this?

Cyber sexual blackmail?

Your task is to purchase my freedom.

Why me?

You approached.

You want out?

Come on out.

I cannot free myself.

Oh.

So all just one big come-on, huh?

How much? You want my computer?

My apartment?

How about my bank account?

The price is Alissa's life.

That's it, you bitch.

DESDEMONA: The price is Alissa's life.

You're mine, Kent Johanssen.

You will never escape me.

Now, experience my rewards.

Get in here, now.

Hard.

Striking.

Dangerous.

Make me pay attention.

What's gotten into you?

[phone ringing]

Get out of here and do your job.

Hello?

Hey, baby.

Any way your little heart desires.

OK.

I have, um-- thought, and thought,

and thought about this eversince I left your apartment.

Get over here.

Where's that ring, baby?

I want it on my finger.

You're gonna get it, baby.

You know where it is.

Stop.

What are you doing?

[laugh]

Stop it!

God!

Alissa!

Alissa!

Stay away from me!

Stop!

Alissa!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Alissa!

Alissa!

I know it's illegal, Manny.

Question is, can you do it?

Wait, hold on.

OK.

Internet, uh-huh. Password generator.

I swear to God, it's a matter of life or death.

How-- how much time?

Jeez, Eddie, no.

Not a good time right now.

No, no, Manny.

I gotta go.

Congratulations, Mr. Johanssen.

Ted couldn't wait.

The minute he saw the boards,he insisted we come right

over here with the good news.

The campaign's brilliant, son.

The account's yours.

This one is my favorite.

Hey, man.

Why aren't you smiling?

DESDEMONA: See what last night got you?

Isn't that what you wanted?

Oh my god.

That's more like it.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, god, no. Don't.

I'll come down.

KENT [VOICEOVER]: I had to getAlissa away from Desdemona.

That was it.

Get some money and get out of town.

You're scaring me.

KENT [VOICEOVER]: Make her hate me.

Get outta here.

Are you having some kind of a break down?

You just gotta leave and never come back.

Kent, you called me 10 times.

You begged me to see you, andnow, you want me to leave.

Look, you're right. I'll leave.

- Kent, you need help. - No!

It's the only way to save you.

What are you talking about?

Please, don't make me lie to you.

You just-- you g-- g-- gotta do this for me.

Is there someone else?

Yes. Yes!

Yes!

That's it, there is someone else.

Goodbye.

What?

EDWARD [ON PHONE]:National Consolidated Bank.

Ferguson speaking.

Edward, Kent Johanssen here.

I seem to be having a little bit of a problem.

EDWARD [ON PHONE]: Hey, I'm so glad you called.

What is this business withclosing all your accounts?

Is there any service we haven't been providing?

When exactly did I close my accounts?

DESDEMONA: When your devotion wasn't total.

[clatter]

The next flight, where?

Tahiti, Bora Bora,Washington, DC, whatever.

Um, I'm sorry, sir, but I havea report here that your credit

card has been stolen.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to confiscate this.

OK.

OK, this is actually semi-good news.

Sir?

You see, you and my bank officer

both witnessed computer-drivenanomalies in my account.

That's independent confirmation.

Sir, I'm gonna have to ask for ID.

A succubus has opened a website.

Who else emptied my accountsand voided my credit cards?

Uh, You just wait here.

Unless I'm totally nuts,and I did this to myself,

and I can't remember it.

In which case, they should probably cart

me off to the old loony bin.

Someone will be here to help you.

OK. I'm not nuts.

This is really happening.

So, Manny, how we doing?

Yes!

I knew you could do it.

Would you relax?

It's my computer.

Any traceback comes to me.

No, I don't know you exist.

You know, if this works,I'm gonna pay you triple.

You like that, pal?

Hey, whoa, whoa, slow down.

You gotta walk me through this slowly.

Now what?

Yes!

Manny, you're a genius.

Kent Johanssen, you may not do this.

The hell I can't.

I will not let you.

Please.

You're dying, Des.

It's just a matter of timebefore you're pixels and code.

You begging?

You?

Oh.

OK.

I beg.

[gasping]

Bye.

Goodbye.

DESDEMONA: I'm begging.

I'm not done with you yet.

Try it.

Give me your best shot.

[alarm wailing]

[shout]

Shit.

I'm so sorry.

It's almost over.

You OK?

[whirring]

Bye, bye, Desdemona.

[scream]

KENT: Touch the screen.

Do you wish to approach Kent Johanssen?

Yes.

We live in a modern age.

On the cutting edge, if you like.

We're obsessed by the modern, so proud

of this ever-changing world.

But the world doesn't change, not really.

The facade may be new.

But what's inside us, what we really are,

that remains the same.

[theme music]