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How long are we supposed to wait?

To feel comfortable with women having power?

How much time do we give people to adapt to change?

So, Jamie. Tell me...

What exactly is the story between you and Lily?

Actually, don't tell me. I'm gonna guess.

You're a puppy dog.

And you're devoted to her, forever and ever.

And you'll do anything she wants,

in case she chucks you a bone.

I hit the bull's-eye, didn't I?

Okay.

You're good. Let's talk.

So, uh, in case you don't know,

my name is Kenton.

I'm the head of security at Amaya.

And I've got a problem.

My problem is I have to contain

a very complex situation,

but the situation is refusing to be contained.

In fact...

...it's cascading.

Once a cascade starts, the impulse is to panic.

You feel like you're standing in front of an avalanche

with a fucking bucket and spade.

But I'm not panicking.

I'll tell you why.

Long ago...

...when I was about your age,

maybe a little older,

I was in the CIA.

I was based in Hong Kong.

And we were working toward what we called

the American century.

The 20th century was all about war in Europe

and communism in Russia and Asia,

but the 21st century was gonna be

all for the stars and stripes.

Things seemed to be going pretty well.

The Soviet Union had collapsed,

Europe was nicely weak and stable.

And on my beat,

a popular uprising had started on mainland China.

The focus point was Beijing.

Hundreds of thousands of demonstrators

had occupied Tiananmen Square.

Wouldn't fucking budge.

And at a certain point,

my bureau chief called us into his office and said...

China was finished.

Whatever the government did wouldn't make a difference.

The protests would spread across the country,

the system would collapse.

The tipping point was reached.

The cascade was unstoppable.

You know what happened next?

The Chinese government

sent in soldiers and tanks to Tiananmen Square,

shot everybody they could.

Took the revolution by the neck

and crushed the fucking life out of it.

Today, China is the most powerful force on the planet,

the most powerful force the world has ever known.

And it turned out to be

the Chinese century.

Story over.

My point?

Everything's containable.

But only if you're willing to do what it takes.

I'm willing to do what it takes.

Do you believe me?

You are a dissident,

I am a tank.

Do you believe me?

Y-Y... Y-Yes.

I think you believe me.

But I need to be sure.

Shut up. Shut up.

-Shut up.

Whatever you and Lily were doing,

whoever you were talking to,

whatever you're planning, it stops right now.

Unless you do exactly as I say...

no one you care about is safe.

Are we clear?

Y-Y... Yes.

Good.

Oh, Jesus.

...wanted me to do.

So I told him... Well, I told him everything.

I told him, "This is what we're gonna do..."

Hey. Are you okay?

Sorry. Yeah. I'm fine.

If you want to be left alone, that's okay.

I can leave you alone.

It's nothing serious. No one died.

You just broke up.

Well... that counts as serious.

I guess.

So... yeah, I feel like shit.

Presumably you broke up for a reason.

Mm-hmm.

Because he's not the right guy.

Yeah.

So... it is what it is.

That was blunt.

You're absolutely right. I-I'm sorry.

You know what, I-I was talking to myself, not you.

What do you mean?

I'm in the same boat.

Except a few months further down the line.

And I've become seriously expert

at beating myself up.

So I say shit like "it is what it is"

because it makes me feel like I am assertive...

...instead of a punching bag.

In other words, ignore me.

Actually...

to be honest, you're right.

It is what it is.

Don't worry.

Break-ups aren't all bad.

It means you have the endless pleasure of dating ahead of you.

Christ.

What a thought.

Seriously, however bad you remember it,

it's so much worse.

I mean, the app thing is out of control.

But there's no choice if you want to meet someone.

And I don't mean meet someone special,

I mean, literally, meet anyone.

Well, I think I've done enough cheering you up.

Yeah. Great job.

I'll see you around. On Tinder.

No.

No, me neither.

I'll see you around here.

Sure.

Look down there.

Would you really feel any pity

if one of those dots stopped moving forever?

If I offered you £20,000 for every dot that stopped,

would you really, old man, tell me to keep my money?

Or would you... calculate how many dots

you could afford to spend?

Free of income tax, old man. Free of income tax.

The only way...

Lily.

I'm in love with you.

Whoa.

It's the first time either of us have said that.

You are creative.

You are unexpected.

Funny.

Clever.

Hot.

Awesome in every way.

So, yeah-- I'm in love with you.

I'm in love with you too.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Cool.

...you can save money nowadays.

Lot of good your money'll do you in jail.

That jail is in another zone.

There's no proof against me.

Besides you.

I should be pretty easy to get rid of.

Pretty easy.

Gun. Barrier. Sensor.

The dual-slit experiment.

I'm sure you are all familiar.

A stream of single quantum particles--

let's say photons--

are fired at two slits in a barrier.

Mysteriously, the single photon

appears to pass through

both slits at the same time,

as evidenced by the interference pattern

that starts to appear

when the photon hits the back sensor.

We conclude that the single photon

is somehow interacting with itself.

And now we have prima facie evidence

of the superposition of quantum particles.

That they can exist in more than one place

at the same time.

That idea...

makes us uncomfortable.

We're not used to things

being in more than one place at the same time.

It's in conflict with our direct experience of the world.

I am not in a superposition,

I am standing only here. And you

are not in a superposition,

you are sitting only there.

So we decide we need more information.

We place a detector on one of the two slits,

so we can tell when the photon is passing through.

But as soon as the detector is activated,

the interference pattern

on the back sensor disappears.

The superposition photon has suddenly collapsed

to a classical single position.

The photon is now

only in one place.

The act of our observing the particle

has somehow changed it.

It's a complex problem,

which leads to a simple question.

-What the hell just happened? -Now watch--

I asked the professor to provoke her.

There's no shortage of proposed answers

to that question. The Copenhagen interpretation,

which states that the act of measurement

-affects the system. -Please.

The Penrose interpretation, which suggests

that the wave function collapse

is caused by space-time curvature.

But I want to talk to you

about the von Neumann-Wigner interpretation,

which states that human consciousness

is the key modifier in decoherence.

Are you fucking kidding?

Katie.

You're offering a lecture

on von Neumann-Wigner?

Uh... Are you serious? The...

Half the people in this room are undergrads.

They might actually believe what you're saying.

There are many interesting conjectures

within the theory.

It's dualist bullshit.

Which is the worst kind of bullshit.

-You would prefer... -The Everett interpretation.

-Which you didn't even mention. -Ah. Everett.

Whose interpretation states

that there is no change to the superposition

of the humble quantum particle.

Rather, there is a change to the entire universe.

It states that the macroscopic superposition exists.

And just so we're all clear what that means--

it means the universe is constantly splitting,

like the trunk and branches and twigs

of an infinitely large tree.

And on that tree,

all possible worlds will exist.

All possible events will happen.

All histories and all futures,

a near infinite number of times.

It's deterministic.

It's supported by the math

and it's supported by the experiment.

But it's not supported by the real world.

Whatever.

Enjoy, dweebs.

-Bye.

Von Neumann-Wigner. What a fucking joke.

Katie... Katie...

Katie... Katie... Katie...

Katie?

Yes?

Uh, one of your professors is a friend of mine.

She told me you're the best student she's had in years,

perhaps ever.

That's nice.

She also told me...

your family can no longer cover your college fees.

I want to pay for your college fees...

...and offer you a job when you graduate.

Who are you?

Do you understand what I'm asking?

Yes.

I do.

Is it madness?

Is there a world in which it could work?

Whoa.

This is way better than last time.

My sugar cube doesn't have a single error package.

I got a few here in the shell.

Are those errors?

I think those are actual gaps in the structure.

Oh.

Yeah, you might be right.

Skull is good, too.

I'm now at 1.2 times ten

to the power of 18.

Still clean.

I mean, look at these sucrose molecules.

My sugar is sweet.

I think the mouse is sweet.

The mouse is dead.

Well, he's still sweet.

He's got a cute little face.

Forest. I think we're good.

We can try to extrapolate inwards.

Cool.

So do it.

Okay.

Let's see.

Silence from the team.

So it worked.

Yeah.

It worked.

Keep going.

Keep extrapolating?

You mean outwards?

Why not?

We'll run out of memory pretty fucking quick, but...

yeah, why not?

No harm it can do.

Fuck.

"And he made a house called a cocoon

"and he stayed in there for, like,

"two weeks.

"More than two weeks,

"and poof...

"and poof, he was a butterfly.

"A beautiful, nice, beautiful butterfly.

The end."

Is that the end?

Yes.

The end.

Hey, sweetheart.

Just wondering where you are.

The milk. Shit.

No, totally forgot.

I was going over papers all morning and I...

Uh, anyway, yeah, I forgot.

Are you?

Yeah, I see you.

So, look, bring Amaya back and then

I'll take the car and go to the store.

I'll get stuff for dinner, too.

I don't know. Pasta?

I know we can discuss it in 30 seconds.

-We can also discuss it now.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No. No... No!

No! No!

No! No! No!

Do you think any of them

understand what we're really doing here?

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure you even understand what we're really doing here.

What do you mean?

I think Devs is how you've put yourself on trial.

It's judge and jury.

If it works,

determinism precludes free will,

and you're absolved, you did no wrong.

But if it doesn't work,

you had choices.

And you're guilty.

If it doesn't work, I'm damned.

Yes. Pretty much.

What's my place in this trial?

You're a witness.

No.

I'm the lawyer for the defense.

I'm gonna make my opening argument.

Are you ready?

Um...

no.

Yeah.

If I, uh...

if I asked you to do me a favor,

but I couldn't tell you why,

do you think you could trust me, and...

and not ask any questions, and just do it?

Ne... I'm being serious.

Okay. So, I need you to get Mom.

And get Lucy and Tom

and their kids.

And take them to the place we used to go on vacation

when me and Lucy were kids.

Ne, the hotel by the lake.

An... For one week.

And I don't care what any of them say about school

or jobs or feeding pets or anything, I just...

They have to do it. You have to make them do it.

I said I can't tell you why.

No, Dad, you...

You know how I work for an Internet security firm?

Well, we've been subcontracting for the NSA

and a foreign power hacked our system

and got all our personal details.

So the NSA instructed us to-to make sure

our immediate families were safe

until they made everything... okay.

Yeah, we've got major protection here.

Guys with guns, you name it, 'round the clock.

So, will you do it, Dad?

Jebal.

Thank you.

Yeah, I'm totally fine.

I love you too. All you guys.

Okay, Dad. I got to go.

Okay. Bye.

So I need to add an important caveat

to our working relationship.

I'm not going to prison.

Do you understand?

You need to fully take that on board.

You don't need to worry about going to prison, Kenton.

I disagree.

I killed a guy, I put his girl in a nuthouse

and I terrorized her friend into silence.

Hopefully that does the trick. But if it doesn't,

and I feel this shit is catching up with me,

then the terms of our deal are null and void.

I will act

in a self-interested manner.

What does that mean?

I just told you. I'm not going to prison.

You can't fuck me without fucking yourself.

Lily Chan is a threat.

It's not in your power to kill her, Kenton.

Have we met?

I didn't say you lack the ability to kill her.

I said it's not in your power.

Well, I'll tell you what.

You just let me worry about that.

Lily?

Lily?

I'm getting you out.

What?

I love you, baby.

Oh, I wish you did, but you don't.

It's just the dope talking.

Come on, let's go.

-That's it.

-There you go.

-Okay.

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What is Devs?

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

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What is Devs?

What is Devs?

I had no idea what I would find

when I went searching for my father.

They flashed the Zodiac Killer, and my heart stopped.

He believes he is the son of the Zodiac.

I'm gonna miss you so much,

but we can speak on the computer so you'll see my face.

But we won't be able to touch you.

Hey, look. You'll still have me.

-Just you? -Yes. Just-- Your father. Hi.

-I'm a once-in-a-generation artist. -Oh.

Who just got verified on Twitter, about, what, nine days ago?

I'm glad you feel good that a robot told you you're worth it.

-Mom. -Yes?

-Okay. I want a big party this year. -Serious?

-I want a quinceañera. -Quinceañera?

We can't do that. We're too white for that. We're not allowed.

Looks like one of my codpieces.

-Except not as big.

What are you waiting for? Take your instrument, use my body

and perform your special blood ritual.

Kyle.

Hey!