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- Huh.

You're not a TA.

I'm guessing you're not faculty either.

- I'm a kid.

- [scoffs] Yes.

I-- I can see that part.

- Sharon Carter is my mom.

She's a visiting fellow from the neurophysics research group at SMU.

- Oh. Oh, that's impressive.

- If you say so.

MARTIN: She teach you to play Go?

- I taught myself.

- Wow. Well, now that-- that is very impressive.

And you're playing both sides?

Uh, do you mind if I play? Can I--

Okay, great. [clears throat]

I have to warn you. I did play a little bit in college.

So I am-- I am pretty good.

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[chuckles]

Yeah, well, uh...

- It would pretty much be over.

- Yeah.

[stones clatter, Martin scoffs]

Guess so.

- You know, you should've practiced more in college.

- How about we start fresh and I play for myself?

- If it'll make you feel better.

- [laughs] Hey, can we--

- Hi, Mom.

- Oh, hi.

I-- I'm Martin Taylor...

- Hi. - Hi.

- She's always been very precocious.

She's... [clears throat]

Better with adults than with kids her age.

You noticed that, right?

- Yeah, yeah.

Did you homeschool her?

- Since we moved to Dallas, yeah.

- And her father? Is he, uh, in the--

- No. - Oh.

- Well, you know, maybe

maybe she should go to a regular school.

You know, just be around kids,

classrooms and hallways, mean girls.

[chuckles]

- Well, she's been through a lot when she was younger,

so... - Oh.

- I'm just taking it one step at a time.

- Oh, yeah.

No, that makes sense.

Well, I hope you're having a good time here anyway.

- Does it seem like I'm not?

- No, no, no, no. No.

It's just, um...

when--when you said "let's meet," I-- maybe I got the wrong idea.

I mean, we've--

it's just we've been here, you know, over an hour

and all we've really talked about is Aisha,

you know, my impressions of her and her,

you know, interactions and all that kind of stuff.

And when I ask about you...

you deflect a little bit.

You know, you evade.

- Sorry. I--

Yeah, I'm...

- No, it's-- - I'm-- I'm kind of private.

And, Aisha's...

Well, she's kind of my life's work, so--

- Yeah, I get that.

- But I do like talking to you, Martin.

- Oh. [chuckles]

Good, good.

- How do you feel about my apartment?

[both muttering indistinctly]

- Ooh!

[shushing] - [laughing]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What?

- What about Aisha? - What?

- Are we gonna wake her up? - Aisha?

Yeah.

- Oh, World War III wouldn't wake her.

Come with me, young man.

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MARTIN: I left something out...

about...

what I noticed about Aisha.

Cynth.

Cynthia...

my daughter.

My daughter, she's eight years old, and she, uh...

she started...

throwing up.

We were at a picnic,

and half her class was taken down by the flu,

but in her case, it wasn't the flu.

It was salmonella.

No idea where she got it, but it has a neurotoxin.

It went to her brain.

She was gone.

Uh...

[sighs]

I'm not with her mother anymore.

You know, obviously.

She divorced me a few months later.

But, uh, Cynthia would have been 13,

a couple years younger than Aisha is.

And I just thought I...

saw something familiar in her.

Her spirit or something.

That's what I left out.

World War II. - Yeah.

- Okay. - What about it?

- Ah. - Merry Christmas.

[laughs]

- Ho, ho, ho time.

[alarm blaring]

- Voice unlock. Play warning, please.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Aisha Unit, low battery detected.

- Aisha?

- Is this person famous?

- Uh, more infamous.

- No extra help, Martin.

Just yes or no answers.

- I know. I'm just, you know, trying to be--

- Specific.

- Yeah. - Yes. I know.

You're very specific, Martin.

[alarm blaring] - Aisha?

Aisha?

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Danger of malfunction.

Aisha Unit, low battery detected.

- Admin mode.

Access code DI5VU2108.

Fuck.

AISHA: This is

a dead American man...

MARTIN: Yep. - Infamous...

CAR: Accelerating to keep up with traffic flow.

Is that okay, Martin?

- Yes, thank you, car. Stop trying to be my friend.

- [laughs]

I'm your friend.

[line trilling]

CAR: You have a call from Sharon.

- Hello?

SHARON: Where are you?

- Hey, yeah, um...

Aisha called me, so I went and picked her up.

We're gonna go get some coffee.

She was feeling kind of groggy, so--

- Turn around, Martin, okay? I-- I need you to get back here.

[engine revs]

- We're just a couple of blocks away, Sharon.

- No, I--I need you to pull over.

Just pull over now.

- We're just a couple blocks away--

[high-tech glitching]

Dead American man.

Dead American.

SHARON: Pull over and stay there...

- Aisha! SHARON: And wait for me!

- Infamous. Infamous. SHARON: Okay, guys?

Pull over! Just pull over now.

[high-pitched beeping] CAR: Auto-drive malfunction.

[engine revving] - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[engine revs, wheels squeal]

[high-pitched beeping continues]

CAR: Danger. Auto-drive malfunction.

SHARON: Pull over!

Guys! Guys!

- She's having a seizure suddenly.

[wheels squealing]

I gotta get her to the ER!

- I'm right behind you. Just pull over!

- [indistinct speech] - Jesus Christ.

[horns honking, wheels squealing]

- Over drive. Over drive. [high-picthed beeping]

Override. Override. [babbling indistinctly]

- Admin mode.

Code DI5VU2108.

Prompt: Sleep Mode.

[electronics power down]

[panting]

- Oh, my g--

What the fuck?

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Wha--when were you-- when were you gonna tell me?

Were you ever gonna tell me?

- No one knows she exists.

No one can know, for her safety.

D--do you understand that?

Do...

Do you understand that--

- Hey. - Hey.

I heard you took a job in California.

Merced? - Mm-hmm.

- I re-- I really miss her.

- She misses you.

She talks about you all the time.

What if I was willing to answer all your questions?

- [chuckles] To-- to what end?

- Us coming to California too.

- [scoffs] No, Sharon.

We're done.

- But what about Aisha?

She needs a father.

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