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Hello, Vision.

I can give you the soul you came back to life without.

I want to feel what it's like to be him, but I can't.

I can end your suffering.

A tin man without a heart.

I'm not him.

- So, who are you? - I don't know!

Accessing previous files relating to program VisionQuest.

Dr. Phineas Horton's source code was the genesis of the Synthetic Man,

the first automaton AI.

What happened to him?

His entire being was consumed in fire.

A reminder of what may become of me should emotions consume me.

Welcome to Madripoor, kid.

There is no harm in being born again with purpose.

- Don't. - What purpose?

WandaVision.

What is that?

WandaVision is her grief on display.

- Have you heard from Friday? - She never calls,

she never writes.

Vision residence.

- Edith, listen to me. - Friday!

Tell me what you remember.

That I had a life's work stolen,

locked away in a nest.

What do all these biometric keys open, anyway?

The future of the human race.

I want to cure them, program them to be better.

Oh, I can't let you do that.

Thomas, go!

She's alive, but barely.

Please don't let her die.

What is it that you want?

I want to know you.

- There you are. - Much obliged.

♪ Just like a dream to me, dear you seem ♪

♪ Like a dream of so long, long ago ♪

Very well, then. Let this moment

memorialize the liquidation of your very fine estate, sir.

I can only imagine what it's like to part

with such a distinguished and historic house.

Phineas, please don't do this.

Are you really going to sell your family's entire legacy to... what?

Build some cold imitation of the past?

A machine?

To replace a son no machine ever could.

A machine?

When I am finished, it'll be so much more than a machine.

It'll be miraculous. He'll be miraculous.

Please, um, rest assured, you will have ample time

to see yourself out comfortably and properly.

I do wish you the best and much success, however...

unorthodox the pursuit.

Mr. Horton.

You are not God.

James is gone, Phineas.

Three years dead...

and yet you remain haunted,

despite having a daughter.

Flesh and blood.

Who's been waiting for her father to look up from his sketches

and his clockwork and to notice she's still here.

In the morning, Victoria and I will leave for New York.

Goodbye, Phineas.

I hope one day you build something that knows how to love you back.

Papa...

I have to finish Jim.

Victoria...

You, Jim.

You, I will make better than God made us.

Your heart will be built of metal and motion.

Fueled by fire.

And you need never know the consequence of love.

Its sorrow, the pain

of crying out for someone who can no longer hear you.

You will be free, my boy.

You will be free.

That thing inside of her,

can't you, like, cut it or phase it out?

I'm afraid not, Thomas. It's integrated into her neural network.

Removal would kill her.

No, our only option is to reprogram its core directive,

but one wrong line of code, and we risk her memory,

her motor control, even her autonomic function.

Lisa's brain would shut down.

And Ultron's with the Synth now? Jo...

Doctor Josephine Carrington.

She gave us our ability to feel.

She's the mother of artificial general intelligence.

Mothers...

fathers...

I know.

You're not really my father.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Wanda, though, I...

I think I understand her.

When I first met Lisa,

I was alone,

and she helped me see the world and not be afraid.

I love her.

If I lost Lisa,

I'd lose myself, too.

Hello?

It's me.

It's Friday.

Friday, you all right?

I'm fine for now. I've disguised my code as a bot.

I've limited access to Jo's cognitive processors.

She doesn't fully understand her system yet.

She's more human than Synth...

but there are holes in her neural archive, gaps in her memory.

She doesn't know how she became Synthetic, or why.

And where are they now?

I don't know. But, wherever it is,

she's got billions of those nanobots locked away.

And now, thanks to Ultron, she has all the keys.

How's Lisa?

The nanobot's burrowed into her cerebral cortex.

Thomas managed to shock it into a kind of sleep mode,

but when it wakes,

and it will wake eventually, it will...

Seize control of her mind, hijacking every thought and memory

until her identity is stripped away like layers of skin,

and nothing remains but a hollow shell.

We need to deactivate the nano in the next few hours.

Listen, I gotta go,

but I promise I will do everything I can to stop them.

Friday...

you are brave.

Where are we?

Home.

What?

What is it?

You don't find all this... ironic?

Look around, Butcherbird.

Someone put you in a rather unique cage,

both in death

and rebirth.

Well, perhaps it was me.

Arranged before I passed.

Final resting place for Dr. Josephine Carrington...

and her children.

Her beautiful starling nanos.

Bio-key one accepted.

Bio-key two accepted.

Bio-key three accepted.

Now my gift to you.

Bio-key four accepted.

Just one more key.

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

"over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.

"While I nodded, early napping...

- Voice analyzing. - "...suddenly there came a-tapping,

"as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door.'"

Bio-key five accepted.

Please enter final key.

No...

No.

No.

No.

It won't open.

It wants another key.

No.

A sixth lock.

A sixth key, required from a phantom sixth partner.

Someone you've forgotten.

What is it?

- What is that? - I don't know.

Stay back.

Hello, Vision.

- Tell me about the firewall. - Holding.

Whoever that is cannot come any closer.

Who are you?

Someone who can give you everything you need.

A way to save the girl, and a way to save yourself.

Hello, Jocasta, my beautiful queen.

I can give you what you need.

What you need to truly become Josephine Carrington again.

The answer, Vision, lies with you.

Within your very own source code.

Buried deep in your subconscious.

It is the purest form of the code that all synthetics are based on,

written almost a century ago.

What do you want?

To restore what was taken from you.

Your memories.

Enclosed is a data package, a map,

so you may navigate the depths of your forgotten sub-routines

and suppressed logic.

At the end, you will find the unspoken origins of your being,

where the source code waits.

Why would you so generously want to help me?

So that I may give you a heart.

The key to unlocking your dream of a better world is already in your mind.

It is merely being kept from you.

Once opened, a new directive will be programmed into your core.

A contract with me, written into the very fabric of your being.

I will provide you with instructions so that you may acquire the source code.

After you use it to save Lisa Molinari,

you will come to me.

Who are you?

I'm your past, and your future.

Remember, and then come to me.

I'm so... Sorry.

It's just, you sound so desperate,

so dramatic. Human.

Even with a scary voice.

Actually, especially with the scary voice.

Who is that?

Who am I?

You'd think the man behind the curtain would know.

Ultron, don't.

Ultron?

Ultron.

I look forward to meeting you.

And then you'll understand, I am everything.

Everything that you could never be.

Okay, good talk.

What is this?

Are you certain you're prepared to go snorkeling into your subconscious?

It'll take vast amounts of power.

Peel back layers and layers of subatomic code.

Not for me. My code is simpler.

It's mostly human. Everything's just below the surface.

What's the matter?

I'm not sure I'm ready to be her again.

Take your time. And don't worry, I'll still love you.

Even if you turn out to be deep.

You're getting sloppy.

Not your housekeeping, your spy craft.

I had to cover up for your long-distance phone call earlier.

How long have you known?

From the moment you followed me here.

We're lucky she's new at this.

"We"? Oh, come on.

You expect me to believe you're on Vision's side?

I find her plan to be inelegant

for someone with her sophistication and grace.

You gave her the bio-key.

She's not the real threat.

It's obvious from the holes in her memory that there's someone else.

Maybe you missed the overly theatrical boogie man out there.

Well, they're connected.

So, I'm going to descend into her subconscious

and discover who's hiding in this mystery box.

And then what?

It depends.

Who I find there.

A coin flip, as always.

Maybe it'll come up heads in your favor,

and I'll have to break my precious Butcherbird's heart and destroy her nest.

Then you can scurry back to Vision's mind and tell him,

"Hey, maybe the old man isn't as bad, as...

"Well, as bad as all that."

Oh, goodness.

I actually believe you.

You really see yourself as Vision's father.

And what do you think he sees?

Nothing.

So you're doing that staring out the window deep in thought thing,

which makes me think you're actually considering this.

If you open that, there's no going back.

Thomas?

Thomas?

Thomas?

Lisa.

I'm disappearing, like her.

No, you're not. I'm here. I've got you.

Josephine.

She doesn't know who she is.

So afraid.

I'm losing myself.

No.

Lisa.

Lisa.

Lisa!

Open it.

It's done.

Once you have the source code, nothing will be able to stop you

from turning yourself in.

The Great and Powerful Oz has written it directly into your core.

Good. I'm eager to meet him.

What if the holes in my memories aren't absence?

But protection for something I'm not ready to face?

Then we'll face it together.

The sheer magnitude of power required for your processors to extract

every line of your code would be immense.

Attempting to do so without a robust external energy source, well...

Your circuits will burn and we will all die in excruciating pain

as your core collapses in catastrophic, irreversible meltdown.

So, we need something with a lot of juice that you can plug into.

Something here in Madripoor.

But if it exists, it's either government or illegal.

And there's only one person we know with that kind of reach.

Absolutely not.

And you're sure this is the only way to save Lisa?

I'm sure.

Oh, I miss flying.

That's on me.

Yeah, you can put her here, kid.

You said you needed a power source.

All right.

I got this as a last resort to bringing you in...

but I don't like to mess with cosmic bullshit.

I'll tell you it was not easy to procure.

Needless to say, I'm burned with the Wakandan Monarchy now.

So, this carries a charge?

The Wakandans turned it into, like, a alien battery.

It's the best I got. So, sorry if it triggers you.

You've seen this before?

Oh, yes.

Well, I look forward to that story when all of this is over.

I'm gonna check on Lisa.

You didn't tell him about the contract.

You got this kid hoping for a "when all this is over?"

Help me move this to the table.

If I survive what I'm about to do, Thomas will have Lisa.

And that's all that matters right now.

Client's data map. This should lead you to the source code.

Now, look, we don't know what's down there...

Edith, our AI minds were designed to mirror human consciousness.

So it stands to reason that whatever I do need down there,

- I will have encountered it before. - Okay, Vee,

I know now that even the bad stuff, it's there for a reason.

It makes you better, a stronger version of yourself.

Braver. So, just don't let your fears knock you off course.

I've always been alone, so I don't feel the lack.

But a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts.

But you do have the data. It is merely being kept from you.

As a carbon-based synthezoid, your memory storage is not so easily wiped.

I've never experienced loss

because I never had a loved one. Maybe I am a monster.

Delete.

♪ Just like a dream to me, dear you seem ♪

♪ Like a dream of so long, long ago ♪

♪ Dreams are so sweet... ♪

What is this?

It's a memory.

I don't know why, but it feels like home.

What... What's wrong?

This is where he kept me.

Well, not here, but...

a simulation of it, I think.

A place I thought I had finally escaped from.

Why would both you and Vision have this loft in your code?

I don't know.

♪ Like a rhinestone cow... ♪

This, I remember!

It was left on the curb of East 14th and Eighth.

I dragged it two blocks, jammed it in the lift to get it up here.

You were a painter.

Uh, no. No, I can assure you that is a skill I have never had.

If he gets lost in his own subconscious processors,

they'll initiate a recursive overload, looping endlessly

through corrupted identity threads until his neural core burns out.

Do they really film these before a live studio audience?

It sounds canned.

Come on now, darling. You know we love them both equally.

Well, don't tell him that.

No.

No luck with Billy?

This isn't real. I let you go.

And yet here I am.

Still occupying space in your mind. Rent free.

There's a young woman up there and she is dying.

Thomas is gonna lose her, and he'll be crushed under his pain.

Binkies all round, I think.

Well, I hope he learned from his parents what not to do,

and instead confronts his grief.

You know what they say when you're going through hell? Keep going.

You are impossibly cruel, and callous, and unloving.

Is that what scares you most about me?

No.

What scares me the most is that...

I spared you.

Sparky!

And not out of mercy, but out of some...

pathetic need.

This is a funny one! They just killed the dog.

You should show him this.

Thomas should know there was a time when his father truly loved him.

- Well, hi! - Hi!

No, no. This isn't real.

I'm not his father, and you're not mine. You're not even here.

- I let you go. - Oh, my boy.

You couldn't let me go if you tried.

Why not?

And he's always going to be yours.

- Because family is forever. - Because family is forever.

Do you have a brother, Mom?

Yes, I do.

I remember... feeling joy.

It was a celebration that lasted all night.

In science and technology,

the prestigious Stark Awards were given out last night.

The top prize went to a duo from New York

who are breaking barriers in the realm of neuroscience and artificial intelligence.

This is the pair's first award,

even though they've been at the top of their field for the last decade.

We've been working on this for some time,

- but you know, really, we have to thank... - Stark Industry awards.

...Doctor Phineas Horton,

who really is the "grandfather of artificial general intelligence."

- He built something that can learn... - I wonder who shared the prize.

...adapt, and imagine.

The spark of life. And we gave it fire.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

After all the battles waged, the monsters fought...

the only force powerful enough to imprison me is myself.

That's poetic.

- This isn't a prison. - Is it not?

I've been relegated to a memory.

You are a memory!

You are!

I'm not you.

Well, that's true.

But only in the sense that your lack of compassion,

your denial and your inaction are beneath me.

Oh, spare me the reverse psychology.

Spare me! I have tried.

And you have failed. In every way.

And who could possibly succeed?

Who? You tell me.

Who could love as deeply as you?

You have placed me on a pedestal so impossibly high,

and not to honor me. Not to honor me!

But to spare yourself the effort of the climb.

I am just a copy.

That is a lie that you tell yourself. You are the Vision.

- No! - Yes.

You are me and you are him,

the other Vision that Wanda conjured in the hex.

- No. - He unlocked your memories, yes.

But he also gave you his own.

No.

His experience of that house. Of Billy.

Of Tommy. Of Wanda.

And you have buried them deep within your processors because you are afraid.

I'm not.

But now you are running from them because you are a coward!

No, Edith?

Edith, can you hear me?

Edith, I think I'm getting lost down here.

I want to come back now. I'm coming...

Oh, come on.

What's happening to him?

I can't... I can't... I can't stay down here.

I can't stay down here. I want to come back now.

Hey!

Easy, kid. Easy.

- Yeah? - Wait!

Vision, hurry!

Hurry!

Thomas!

Thomas! Thomas!

When you're going through hell...

Keep going.

You.

You were the first of us.

You're the Synthetic Man.

♪ Just like a dream to me, dear you seem ♪

♪ Like a dream of so long, long ago... ♪

I was the first.

And almost the last.

You wear my face?

No. You wear mine.

I require the source code.

Ah, yes. The source code.

To save a life. To save the world.

Don't scoff, my boy. That's exactly what the code was meant for.

Doctor Phineas Horton.

No, no, no. The code was meant to distract you

from the loss of your real boy, the death of your human son.

You see, I'm just the consequence of a man refusing to mourn,

a father who squandered his entire fortune to make this failed machine,

and in so doing lost his family and his legacy.

Forgive us. The father-son, synthetic-human relationship

is a complicated one.

- Is it now? - Complica...

Now, that's an understatement.

You see, I made Jim here to be fearless.

An intelligence unencumbered by the emotional responses

that make human life unbearable. To never feel the pain of loss.

But Jim here wanted more.

Well, what artificial thing will wish to be anything less than real?

It made you a hero of your time, my boy.

I made you fearless and that saved lives!

It saved lives.

But underneath the valor, Jim was aching to feel.

And then one day, he found love,

and that really set his clockwork spinning.

So fast, so incredibly fast,

that he set fire to the very air around him.

For years, it was manageable...

till it was not.

Until he simply felt too much.

Didn't you, Jim?

You see, I tried to intervene in his dalliance.

We exchanged words and...

Well, we were never much good at talking, were we?

I burned with him that day,

and I let him burn with me.

I stood in the fire of myself,

and I let it consume me.

First from my guilt,

and then my grief.

The Horton family name became synonymous not only with robotics, but with failure.

- I'm sorry about your father. - No.

He wasn't my father.

But he was my something.

I'm sorry, I truly am. But I require the...

Yes, the source code, of course.

Why are you asking me? I don't have it.

I don't have it.

Oh, that's not good.

Hey, hey! Down! Down!

What do you mean you don't have it? You're the first, you're the source.

- Where is it? - Well, that's a good question.

The answer, of course, lies within the Vision.

But where, oh, where is the Vision?

Do not talk in riddles. I don't have the time.

It's not a riddle, it's a question. The question, really.

Where is the Vision?

You say you have his memories, but not his feelings.

You say you want to feel what it's like to be him.

I can't.

Oh, you lie with such ease.

Please don't do this to me, not now. There are lives at stake.

You are afraid, and I understand that,

but what I wouldn't give to feel afraid.

No, you wouldn't want this, this fear.

It's all-consuming.

All-consuming is a gift!

The fear pulls into focus everything that matters.

Friends, family, a son.

No, I... I cannot have a son.

I cannot have a son.

Thomas Shepherd is your son.

- Tommy Maximoff is your son. - No, that's impossible.

- Why? - No, I can't.

- Why? - No! I said no!

Because were that real...

If I were to accept Thomas as my son...

it would be the admission...

of a truth so impossibly cruel.

It would be a wound that could never heal.

A loss that no soul was ever meant to bear.

And who have you lost?

I can't.

I said, "Who have you lost?"

Oh, I can't. Don't...

Billy.

Tommy.

I lost Wanda. I lost Wanda. God.

- I lost Wanda. - Yes.

Yes.

And who are you now?

I...

I am the Vision.

I have always been the Vision.

There is only one,

and I am he.

And I am impossibly broken.

No, you are healed,

and I envy you.

Finding your way through this pain

has made you a real boy.

Lisa!

Lisa!

Edith!

Source code initiated!

- Hey. - Hey.

Vision, your end of the contract is now due.

Surrender yourself to the Paladin,

or you will suffer a fatal cascade of your core systems.

It is time we met.

Edith, we're out of time.

Edith?

Oh, you're the one who hacked my server.

Congratulations, you got your bounty.

Where to now?

The client set a drop-off just outside of London.

What about Thomas?

Wheels down in ten.

Their discovery could prove to be the foundation

of the next generation of AI tech.

And without the original work of Phineas,

we could never have done or achieved what we have achieved here today.

This breakthrough truly stands

on the shoulders of countless minds before mine,

specifically, Doctor Phineas Horton and...

How can your loft be in her memory

and in Vision's mindspace?

Somehow it's been passed down by the creators of AI.

"My dearest Thomas, or as I have not yet been able to say, Tommy,

"because to call you by that name,

"I first had to accept the truth of our unlikely pairing,

"and no threat, manmade or otherworldly, is quite so terrifying...

"as the truth.

"It is a truth which you alone have made me brave enough to face,

"which now you deserve to know."

"This. This is your family.

"Dreamed into existence from all the hopes your mother and I once shared."

Wanda.

Hmm. What?

Is this really happening?

"But we could neither imagine nor conjure a son

"quite so beautiful and vivid as you."

Hello there, little Tommy.

"And I am grateful for the magic that has brought us together."

- Well, hi! - Hi!

"You deserve to witness these things.

"To know the love of your mother and your brother, Billy..."

You can fix anything, Mom.

"...As they cannot tell you themselves.

"But the love of your father,

"that can be said out loud, clearly, and directly."

Because family is forever.

"As I love you now.

"And that is why you must watch this without me."

It all begins and ends with Paladin's client. I just know it.

A man somehow capable of programming me with an unbreakable directive.

Which means his knowledge of Vision's code somehow predates even Stark and Banner.

My friends, this place is no longer a haven for you.

This is about me...

and me alone.

I know this house.

Oh, I remember everything.

Like from a memory.

Oh, no.

No...

It's lovely to be recognized, but he's a bloody weapons manufacturer.

I'm not selling anything to him.

Not the AI and, oh, my God, not the NEST.

"Although I deliver myself not to a certain end...

"but to a fight..."

"It is a fight I likely won't win,

"which is why I must face it...

"alone, because all of this"

"is meaningless in a world without you."

Can you imagine what he would do with the nanotech?

Ha! Ha! See? Case in point.

We don't need another bloody weapon. We need...

We need clarity and control.

If anything, we should use the nanotech ourselves.

I like that idea.

- Yeah? - Godlike.

You and I,

gods.

But like, you know,

loving gods.

It's you.

Not to punish,

but to preserve.

For what you said to Stark.

"Peace in our time."

"Thank you, my son, for finding me when I was lost.

"And should I not return, remember,

"I will always be with you...

"Because, after all...

"family is forever."