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AISHA: Hey, Picasso. [Picasso squeaks]

[wet smack, Picasso squeals]

[Picasso grunting, whimpering]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[gasping]

- Hey.

Hey, buddy.

[smooches] Here.

Come here, you.

[sighs]

[Picasso chattering]

[Aisha sighs]

[laughs]

[laughing]

MARTIN: Good morning.

Huh.

You made breakfast?

- Oatmeal. Comfort food.

- Comfort food?

- Mm. - Why?

- Well, if you must know...

I've got terrible cramps,

which means I'm about to go full menses.

- Mm. - And second,

have you ever have one of those dreams

that feels totally real, even though it's super crazy,

and once you wake up, it's a total relief?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- Mm.

I killed Picasso.

Well, Robot Picasso.

It wasn't pretty.

- But you're okay now?

- Basically.

I'll clean all of this later.

- [laughter] You won't.

- Yeah, but you love me anyway.

- Yeah, I do. - And, oh, hey.

I was thinking about spending the night at Cari's on Saturday

and hanging out with her a bit on Sunday.

- Um, yeah, I guess that's--that's okay,

but save a little Sunday for Dad.

- Only if we order Chinese.

- Okay. - See you tonight.

- Yes.

- I love you. - I love you too, baby.

- Oh.

Hey, C!

Cari!

- I'll catch up with you guys.

AISHA: Hey, guys.

OK, so. Um...

I'll be staying at your place on Saturday.

I mean, I'll actually be at Levi's,

but my Dad thinks that I'll be at yours,

and he has your cell, so just--

just cover for me.

- What the hell, Aisha?

- What? I've done it for you before--

- I'm talking about the party;

yesterday too, when you just shut me out, blew me off.

Look, I don't know what's going on with you,

and I don't know if it's this Levi thing

or maybe it's the Caleb thing--

- What are you-- - Which--yeah, I found out about that.

You knew I liked him, so don't come up to me asking for favors

like everything's normal.

[school bell rings]

- Wait.

Wait, what--what happened with Caleb?

What party?

[low ominous music]

♪ ♪

[tablet beeping]

- Shit.

[ominous music continues]

♪ ♪

- What the fuck?

[ominous music continues]

♪ ♪

Hey, Jenny.

You're here early.

- Have you always known?

- Known what?

- That you're, um...

You know.

- Oh. Okay.

- I won't tell anyone.

- Okay. [laughs]

- It's gone?

Yesterday--

You know, I've read they're working on

a self-generating flesh replacement.

I mean, how does it work,

like a--like an internal 3D printer

Or something or what--

- Whatever you're doing, stop.

- I'm not doing anything.

- Yeah, you, Cari.

Why is everyone fucking with me today?

- Sorry about this.

I really am.

[machine warbling lowly]

[low warbling rises to a high-pitched ringing]

- Stop it.

[high-pitched ringing]

[grunts]

[high-pitched ringing]

[high-pitched ringing becomes inaudible]

[grunts]

[panting]

Stop!

Please!

[high-pitched ringing winds down and stops abruptly]

- There isn't a human alive that can register a pitch that high, Aisha.

And not even animals.

Only a machine...

[chuckles]

You're one of them, Aisha.

- Okay.

- Crap.

[indistinct chatter]

- Have a great day.

- Out of the way.

- Sure.

Although we only have two minutes and nine seconds

until second bell.

And I must say, you have the same agitated look

as when we talked yesterday.

- We talked?

- At 09:47,

for 11 minutes.

- What did we talk about?

- You put me in privacy mode.

In order to access that conversation,

you need to authorize and accept.

- Come with me.

Okay, I authorize and accept.

- Permission to touch you.

- Uh... [chuckles]

Okay.

- Your drive was wiped 18 hours ago.

- My what?

- Memory drive.

Unless it's been overwritten, I can restore that for you.

Would you like me to restore?

- Yes.

- You have to say...

- I accept. - "I accept."

[machinery chiming and warbling]

MALE VOICE: Restoring memory data.

[foreboding music]

SINGER: ♪ Secrets follow us ♪

♪ Inside got a hold of us ♪

♪ But we don't feel regret ♪

♪ ♪

♪ It's in our blood, in our blood, no escape ♪

♪ Can't outrun, no we can't get away ♪

♪ It's in our blood, in our blood, in our veins ♪

♪ This is the world we made ♪

[foreboding music]

♪ This is the world we made ♪

- Fuck.

SINGER: ♪ This is the world we made ♪

♪ ♪

- Fuck!