Original subtitles

[banging on window] - Aisha!

[banging continues]

[mysterious music]

Aisha, come on, just let me know you're okay.

[Aisha breathing heavily]

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

[high-tech glitches]

- It happened again.

Third time this year.

WOMAN: Less than last year, so progress.

- I had the full-on crazy eyes.

- Optic nerve spasms.

You get anxious. Your brain tenses.

What triggered it this time?

[Jamila Woods' "Lonely"]

AISHA: Today started pretty good, I guess.

♪ ♪

[car horn honks] - Come on, Frida Kahlo. We're late.

FEMALE SINGER: ♪ I put a Post-it note on my mirror ♪

♪ So I might love myself ♪

♪ So I might be enough ♪

AISHA: I hung out with Cari.

- Peep Caleb Hass' Instagram. Like, 500 photos...

Till she was literally loading into her dorm...

♪ ♪

News flash, it ain't working.

FEMALE SINGER: ♪ Guess no one ever really wants to know ♪

[robot whirring]

- What? AISHA: The service bots.

Seeing them like that, um,

just broken into pieces, it makes me sad.

♪ ♪

FEMALE SINGER: ♪ My own... ♪

AISHA: Levi and I conspired about our weekend.

FEMALE SINGER: ♪ I'll be crazy on my own ♪

- Yeah.

Then it all went to shit.

- Who's ready for cymatics? Jenny, you want to help me?

- Yes, ma'am. - Okay, great.

Come on, come on. All right, hit this button right here.

[low whining]

[Jenny laughs] MISS HART: Isn't that cool?

That's cymatics.

Patterns created through vibrational frequencies.

Let's do a different pattern.

[high-pitched whining]

[Miss Hart's voice echoing]

All that means is the sound frequency creates a pattern.

[whining continues]

[gasps] Oh, Aisha!

Can you--can you call a medic, please?

- People were staring...

like they could see through me,

like I was a freak,

which, you know, maybe I am.

Does anyone else feel this way?

- Aisha, you suffer from a disease for which there is no cure.

You're human.

Should we end with a meditation?

- Okay.

[inhales deeply] - Control your breathing.

Focus only on my voice.

And in... and out.

[music playing distantly over speakers]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[cell phone chimes]

CARI: Hey, bitch. So Caleb--

hmm?--is having a party tonight 'cause his parents are in Italy,

and you need to get your ass over here now.

Ooh, and bring Levi. Okay, bye.

- Hey, Picasso.

You'll still love me if I never escape the middle of nowhere.

Right?

Yeah. [chuckles]

Hey. - Hey.

- I was just gonna hop on over to Cari's house to study for a chem final, so...

- Yeah, okay.

Have you heard anything back from RISD yet?

- No. - No?

Well, baby, I really wish that you would reconsider CalArts.

Listen, they have a great art department.

The dean there thinks you're really talented,

and it's just a few hours' drive, you know?

- Yeah, well, RISD is Rhode Island, not Mars.

[laughs]

And, um...

it's also where Mom--

- It's where Mom went.

I know.

Yeah.

- Okay, well... love you.

- Love you, too.

[slow pizzicato music]

♪ ♪

- [moans softly]

- [slurps]

[slurping]

- What the fuck are you doing?

[Emma whirring, beeping]

AISHA: Seriously?

EMMA: Attention required. Attention required.

Attention. Attention required.

[whirring slows]

Initiating report.

[upbeat percussive music]

[high-pitched ringing]

- Hey, hey, Aisha. Aisha, wait! Aisha!

[indistinct chatter]

- Wait, was it, like, full-on head in shaft,

just, like...? [hawking]

- Oh, my God. - Going at it?

Balls?

Was it touching his balls?

Was it cradling them? - Stop.

- Wait, I thought they had coding that, like, prevented them

from doing the dirty-dirty. [chuckles]

- I mean, yeah, they do, but is that your biggest concern right now?

- I mean, it's pervy fucked up.

- Yeah, and a bit disrespectful.

- Okay, but would you feel the same way if you caught him

jacking it off with one of those Fleshlight thingies?

- A Flesh... - The flashlight.

It looks like a flashlight, but it has a pussy inside,

and he just, like... [vocalizes]

- I definitely need a drink.

- Whoo! FEMALE SINGER: ♪ Fuckers! ♪

[Haiku Hands' "Dare You Not to Dance"]

♪ ♪

♪ Dare you not to da-a-a-a-ance ♪

♪ Slide into it like that ♪

♪ Like that ♪

♪ Cat calls flipping out max ♪

♪ One track, bright eyes ♪

AISHA: [chuckles] Caleb.

FEMALE SINGER: ♪ Like that ♪

♪ I'm all city when you get giddy ♪

♪ Then, baby, I'm pulling you back ♪

♪ I dare you not to dance, I dare you not to dance ♪

♪ I dare you not ♪

- This is okay?

I mean, you and Levi.

- Forget Levi. He screwed up. - Okay.

Home System, dim the lights.

- [electronic female voice] Dimming Caleb bedroom lights.

Seventy percent.

- Home System, music.

Damp Snack.

- [electronic female voice] Playing Damp Snack.

- Home System, lower the, uh--

- Stop playing with the stupid Home System.

- Okay. [door slams opens]

- Jeez, what the fuck are you doing?

- I'm sorry, sorry! I'm sorry!

- Hey, you weren't even supposed to be here.

- I'm gonna fuck you up, Greg!

- Just bringing other people in, that's all.

- Really?

Caleb Hass?

- You've got no right to talk.

- Look, Tio told me about these cheat codes, okay?

He said that you can use them to get around the emBed's limits

and get them to do stuff.

I honestly didn't even think it was gonna work, and then when it did,

I just wanted to see if it was, I don't know, fucking different.

- Aw.

Well, was it?

Hmm?

Tell me all about it.

- Look, I'm sorry, okay? But it was a shitty bot.

It was a thing. It doesn't mean anything.

- Well, it means something to me, and it matters

because you're supposed to be my boyfriend,

and now you're not.

[indistinct chatter, music playing]

[groans]

[muffled music playing]

[sighs]

Oh, shit.

[glass shatters] [grunts]

Oh, fuck.

[intense electronic music]

[whines softly]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[exhales deeply and noisily]

[gasps]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[whimpering]

[yelps]

[screams]

[moaning]

[muffled speech]

[high-pitched ringing]

♪ ♪

[high-tech glitches]

[muffled breathing]

[high-pitched ringing]

[dramatic music]

[screams]