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Look at yourselves.

Unplug from your chairs,
get up and look in a mirror.

What you see is
how God made you.

We're not meant to experience
the world through a machine.

What you're telling me is
that the monkey is operating this arm

- with nothing but his thoughts.
- Absolutely.

There are 100 sensors,

each listening
to a different brain cell or neuron.

Physically disabled people
will be able to operate

fully synthetic bodies.

It provides a tremendous
amount of hope for the future.

Because of the technology
that we have,

at a time of war, we're going to
start seeing this more and more.

As manufacturing
capacity expanded from

military and industrial use,

surrogates became
affordable to the general public,

causing a revolution
in how we live.

The ability to leave your
home without risk of disease or injury,

to have perfect looks without
trips to the gym or plastic surgery.

There's no question that at some point
they'll be persons. Like anyone else.

They will not be human, but that
they will be part of our community?

There's no question in my mind.

The decision
came down five-to-four

that the Supreme Court ruled in favor
of the use of surrogates in daily life.

Right now we
are witnessing an event,

that is of an evolutionary
significance.

According to VSI,
the industry's leading manufacturer,

over 98 percent of
the world population

uses a surrogate
in all facets of their daily life.

We're in the midst
of profound changes.

Things that were once unimaginable
have become inevitable.

Since the global embrace
of surrogacy,

crime rates have dropped
to record lows.

We've witnessed an incredible
reduction in violent crime,

communicable disease,
and discrimination.

Problems that have plagued societies
for centuries solved almost overnight.

We are the creators.
We will be making them...

Do everything for us,
all in one machine.

But there is a minority
who actively oppose surrogates

and are moving to
limit their use.

Many people
will see this as the

invasion of the inhuman.

They've established reservations
or surrogacy-free zones

in major cities
around the country.

Led by Zaire Powell,

or as he is better known
to his followers, The Prophet.

Those machines walking
around out there? They're a lie.

You have been sold a lie.

You're going to love Tosca.

All right,
but don't tell me how it ends.

The way they all end.
Everyone dies.

I'm so glad you could
come back east for a visit.

Well, anything
for a break from exams.

We're almost there.
Listen, thanks for lending him to me.

Have a wonderful time.

- I love you.
- I love you, too, Dad.

You know, Armando,
I'm not really in the mood for opera.

Fort Point?

You read my mind.

Get lost, meatbag.

I'm Agent Peters.
This is Agent Greer. FBI.

Yeah, some jackass on a
motorcycle wiped out a bunch of units.

What do you need us for?

Well, I was just going to file it
as just a vandalism report,

but it turns out
this unit's unregistered.

Hmm. Looks like
he's going to need new optics.

No shit.

The identity chip
is completely fried.

- What do you got on the girl?
- Registered to a Cameron McCallister

- out in Worcester.
- She file a report?

No, that's just it.
No calls, no nothing.

Come on.

Let's go talk to her operator.

Cam?

Maybe nobody's home.

My surrie's in for an upgrade.
They gave me this crappy loaner.

- Could you?
- Certainly.

Cam?

Cam is a good tenant, you know.

Pays the rent on time,
never leaves the apartment.

Cam? Cam?

Oh, my God!

Don't touch anything, please.

I'll call it in.

You're sure this is
Cameron McCallister?

Yes.

This is Agent Peters.
We tracked down the blonde's operator.

Yeah.

Better send a coroner.

Have you ever seen
anything like this?

- Good morning.
- Hey.

- Where's your?
- In the charger.

You pull another all-nighter?

Yes, I did.

What do you think
about taking a break?

- A break?
- Mm-hmm.

I've got vacation time saved up.

How about Hawaii?
Bridget said she got an amazing deal.

- Hawaii would be great.
- She had this buff surrie in Maui.

She took it surfing, parasailing,
deep-sea diving.

- Know that rental place on Boylston?
- I was thinking about us.

You and me,
going away someplace together.

And leave our units at home?
Are you kidding?

We could take a drive out to the Cape.
We haven't done that...

Can we talk about this another time?
You know, I should get to work.

The shop has been really busy.
Everyone wants new looks for summer.

Yeah, I was just
thinking that, um...

It just feels like we...

...haven't really spent
much time together lately.

We're together every day.

As surrogates.
Not the same.

It's better.

Yo, Canter.
He's been in there all weekend.

He's going to miss
the psych final.

- Jesus.
- Somebody call the cops!

We are confronted
with an unprecedented situation.

Two people have died
while connected to their stim chairs.

According to the pathologist, their
brains were liquefied in their skulls.

Whatever happened
to their surrogates killed them.

Sir... how is it even possible?

We don't know.
I'm imposing a total media blackout.

No one from this office
is going to be responsible

for setting off a
nationwide panic.

The public cannot be allowed
to get the idea

that using a surrogate
can be fatal.

Tuxedo boy's last moments.

Get lost, meatbag.

- Looks like we got ourself a witness.
- Mm-hmm.

Wait a minute.

- What is that?
- Exactly.

- It's some kind of weapon.
- Anything yet?

Hang onto yourself. I think we may
actually have a homicide here.

- Come here. Look at this.
- Are you serious?

- No, we don't know that for sure.
- Yeah, but what if it is a homicide?

When was the last one?
This could be huge.

Yeah, Lee, go.

Got your next of kin.
I hope you're sitting down.

The kid's father
is Lionel Canter.

As in the inventor of surrogates,
Lionel Canter.

Jared Canter,
son of Dr. Lionel Canter,

was found dead in his southern
California dormitory this morning.

Cause of death remains unknown.

A college sophomore, Jared was the only
son of the man known around the world

as the father of surrogacy.
The former chairman of VSI

shaped it into one of the
largest corporations in the world.

However, a split between Canter
and his VSI partners

over the direction of the company,
led to Canter's firing seven years ago.

Publicly humiliated and forced out
of the company he helped to build,

Canter has since remained absent
from the public eye.

Dr. Canter is expecting you.

- He actually lives here?
- I didn't say that.

You'll be speaking
with one of his surrogates.

I work for Dr. Canter.

His private elevator is this way.

Please, wait in here.

Nice place.

It should be. He gets a piece
of every surrogate they sell.

- Dr. Canter.
- That's right. You're with the FBI.

- Yes, we are.
- This way.

I can't help but notice the similarities
between your surrogate

and the one your son, Jared,
was using.

I never really knew
Jared as a child.

He grew up with his mother in
California, who kept him from me.

When he went to college,
I encouraged him to borrow

- my surrogates when he wanted.
- How did you manage that?

A surrie has to be coded
to your neural signature.

I'm not exactly
your average VSI consumer.

This was just a way for me
to spend time with my son.

It's a felony to inhabit a surrogate
registered to another operator.

No offense Dr. Canter.

We're just trying to
straighten out our facts.

What is this?

Some kind of good
cop, bad cop routine?

- No, sir.
- You're trying to handle me?

- No, sir.
- Because I'm not going to be handled.

- Dr. Canter, I know how you must feel.
- Do you?

Yes, sir. I lost a son myself.

Do you have any idea why someone
might want to harm Jared?

No.

Or yourself?

Oh, my God.

If it was me they were after...

...I'm responsible
for my son's death.

Well, I guess the
interview's over.

No...

Robotic surrogates
combine the durability of machines

with the grace and beauty
of the human form

to make your life
safer and better.

Whether your budget allows
for simplified generic or our...

Get ready to live your life
without any risk or danger.

You can live your life
without limitations,

and become anyone you want to be

from the comfort and safety
of your own home.

VSI, where it all began.

Do what you want.
Be what you want.

Agents Greer and Peters?

I'm Victor Welch,
VP Corporate Relations.

Please, sit.

- Thanks for taking the time to see us.
- No problem.

- You... you must know Andy Stone.
- Our immediate superior.

- Do give him my regards.
- We're from the legal department.

- Hope you don't mind if we sit in.
- Not at all.

Two of you might be interested
in a free software upgrade

we're offering all
law enforcement officials.

Better night vision for your synth
units, improved pursuit capability.

Any idea of how a surrogate's head
would explode from the inside?

Mr. Welch isn't qualified
to answer that question.

- What do the operators say?
- Not much. They're dead.

If you're trying to imply
a link between VSI products

- and an operator's accidental death...
- I'm not implying anything.

I want to know how an operator can
be killed by signals from a surrogate.

The idea itself is absurd.

If it were possible, it would defeat
the entire purpose of surrogacy.

Surries have jumped
from bridges, been shot,

even blown to bits without the
least bit of harm to their operators.

The fail-safes always kick in.

I assure you, VSI's products have
the most stringent safety standards

- in the industry.
- What about a human head?

What would cause one
of them to blow up?

Agent Greer,
we're not doctors.

Honey, I don't
know what you are.

For all I know you could be
some big, fat dude

sitting in a stim chair
with his dick hanging out.

Interesting technique.

I hate lawyers.

What are you doing?

Mr. Steinberg?

Seth Steinberg?

Hello. Sorry.

- I was in the can.
- This is Agent Peters.

I'm Agent Greer, with the FBI.

Really?

An identity chip this damaged?

Every circuit must have
fired off at once.

Kablooie.

Have you ever seen
anything like this before?

Last week a truckload of GI Joes
did come back for reconditioning,

and a couple of the surries
were missing optics.

Mind if we take a look at them?

Here we go.

No bullet holes?
No blast damage?

No scratches, no dirt, no mud.

- Mind if I check out the identity chip?
- Can't.

- Why not?
- It didn't come back with one.

I'm down! I'm down.

Damn things aren't free, Pulaski.
Take the snipers from behind this time.

Yes, sir.

Back online.

Follow me.
Keep an eye on Bravo Company.

We'll kick some ass, sir.

Agent Greer, you're wasting
your time with these questions.

Why on earth would the
Defense Department

develop a weapon that could
wipe out our own troops?

So no such weapon exists?

- If it did, I'd know about it.
- And the soldier that we saw?

We routinely remove motherboards
and optics for analysis.

If you'll excuse me, we're in the middle
of a peacekeeping operation.

- Check your screen.
- What?

- Miles Strickland.
- Who?

Miles Strickland. Meatbag.

I did a run on criminal records
for Moto Guzzi drivers

in black Arai helmets,
and guess what I found?

He's already in the system.

He was arrested a month ago
for multiple counts of armed robbery.

What's really weird about this,
after he was busted, they let him off.

Someone on the inside is protecting him,
but I put out an APB anyway.

Recognition search
caught your dready.

- Where?
- Dorchester. Corner of Park and Adams.

Not far from the reservation.
Boston PD is on its way.

Stay here and keep tabs on him.

- Wait a minute. Where are you going?
- Dorchester.

It wasn't too difficult.

I put his face in the system,
and bingo, we found him in an alley.

K-33 over there brought it
to my attention. Thanks, Jerry!

He's one of our best watchers.

He's semi-retired. So he gets to work
out of his beach house in Maine.

- Pretty sweet, huh?
- Yeah, it's a nice setup you have here.

Yeah, we can access
every surrie on the grid here.

Touch of a button...
I can tap into anyone's feed.

It's kind of like
being inside God's head.

Oh, boy.
I felt that one coming.

Bobby Saunders, by the way.

- Jennifer Peters.
- Yeah. Yeah, you are, aren't you?

- Can I ask you a question?
- Hmm?

Why no surrogate?

Me? Oh, they've been trying
to puppet me for years.

But they ain't built a machine
that can handle this puppy yet.

Excuse me a second.

We have an assault and battery
in progress.

I need warrants to
shut them down immediately.

Charlie four six three niner.
Sierra seven eight five five.

Let's see if they have
a security camera in the hotel.

- Excellent. There is one.
- Get her, man!

- Warrant received.
- Shut up!

Agent Peters, watch this.

Boom. Boom.

Since when have you
been able to cut off operators?

Brand-new software.
I call it "buffering."

Lets me disconnect
anyone from their surrogate.

That can't be legal.

It's a gray area.
They don't ask, we don't tell.

It's pretty cool, huh?
Aw, come on.

Relax.
We're the good guys.

Latest hit on the bike,
turning east on South Hampton

half a mile from the res.

Greer, be careful. You're heading
straight toward dread territory.

We don't have jurisdiction
to fly over there.

It's restricted airspace.

Greer, are you there?

- Stop right there! Freeze!
- He's got a gun!

What was that?

Bank left! Bank left!

Hey!

It's a surrogate!

It's a machine!

I ain't done nothing!
I ain't done nothing!

Give me the bag.

Throw it over here.

Throw it over here now.

- You're an abomination.
- Oh, God.

Maggie!

Maggie!

Lionel Canter's on the phone. He's
called for Greer a half-dozen times.

I can't deal with this right now.

- He's pretty upset.
- Tell him someone will call him back.

Peters?

You gotta believe me.
I tried to stop him.

You didn't try hard enough.
You're done for the day. Clock out.

Oh, you're kidding.
Turquoise?

I wouldn't carry a purse that color,
much less a whole new suit.

Oh, my God.

Tom?

Oh, my God.
Bridge, call an ambulance!

Miles Strickland, is it?

Why are you?

What's going on?

Who was it?

Who gave you the weapon
and paid you to use it?

- I don't know.
- Miles, you can't lie to me.

I'm not lying.
I swear to God, sir, I'm not lying.

He never told me his name.

We talked on disposable cell phones.
I never saw his face.

I couldn't tell you who he was
if my life depended on it.

A police
chase through Dorchester

concluded with
an FBI helicopter crash-landing

inside Boston's
Dread Reservation.

Residents of the reservation
are outraged over what they're calling

a gross violation
of their territorial sovereignty.

Human Coalition leader, The Prophet,
responded to the incident

in a statement made
earlier today.

They've attacked us,
declared war on our way of life.

And left us with one option,
Revolution!

We did not throw the first stone,
but we will throw the last.

Hi.

Hey.

- How's the headache?
- Still there.

- Thanks for being here.
- Of course.

Imagine a world
where children are always safe.

A world where every child
and every parent is secure.

Make every childhood
a happy one.

Surrogates for kids,
exclusively from VSI, where it all be...

Knock, knock.

- Hey.
- Andy, hi.

Oh, my gosh,
we haven't seen you forever.

- I know.
- I should let you guys talk.

- Will you be OK?
- Mm-hmm. I'll be fine.

I'll see you tomorrow morning.

- Bye.
- Bye.

How bad?

The doctor said
you're lucky to be alive.

Good thing you unplugged.

You got to go get him.

Strickland's got that weapon.
You just get a court order, and you...

There won't be any court orders.

- You've been suspended.
- For what?

You've violated our treaty
with the dreads...

Forget the treaty!
He killed five cops!

I'm going to take care of this case
myself, personally. All right?

Now, I'm afraid the bureau won't be able
to supply you with a new surrogate

until after the official inquiry.

The same goes for your gun
and your badge.

Don't think about this now.

He killed five cops, Andy.

Take some time to heal.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Sorry I'm late.
- That's OK.

Wow. You look a lot
like your synth.

- Yeah.
- Should we go?

How long has it been
since you've been out without a surrie?

I can't even remember.

I can't believe they didn't give you
something for the anxiety.

Greer. Look,
this isn't going to work.

- I'm fine.
- I have an idea.

Come on.
This is a really bad idea.

It's going to be all right. I'm sure
we'll find you something decent.

We're going to have you
back on your feet in a sec.

Sync looks good.
It's responding well to signal, right?

Feels numb.

It's only a base model.
It comes with vision and hearing.

You want other senses,
they're extra.

If you like seeing your own face
when you look in the mirror, no problem.

We'll scan your head,
cast the thermoplastic and

you're good to go in less than an hour.
And no charge on the improvements.

I'm sure you wouldn't mind
taking yourself back five, ten years.

- What do you think of that?
- I think we're done here.

Greer.

Tom. Tom.

Come on. You can't come out here
by yourself. It's not safe.

- I'm fine.
- Let me take you home.

- I'm not going home!
- Tom, you gotta forget the case.

Because Stone
is going to run things his way.

And as far as we're concerned,
it's over.

It's not over until
we get that weapon back.

Then you got to let me help you.

They're not going to let you in.

Take care of yourself, Peters.

Death came
for Miles Strickland...

...as death comes to all men.

But for Miles, it's
not an ending...

...it's a new beginning.

When you sacrifice your own
personal desires for a greater cause,

a greater good,
you never die.

You never disappear.

That is what it
means to be human.

There is no alternative. You can try
to escape by living through a puppet.

Through a machine.

But, deep down inside,
you know you're living a lie.

Here, inside these walls,
we understand the truth.

Sorry.

We sacrifice many
modern pleasures and conveniences

to feel truly connected.

Not with machines...

...but with ourselves.

This is the human condition.
This is what gives life meaning.

My friends, soon the day will come
when surrogacy must end.

That day, I promise you,
is close at hand.

The day we get a second chance.

- Excuse me. Excuse me, fellows.
- Whoa. Can I help you?

Yeah, I'd like to speak
to The Prophet for a minute.

You and everybody else, but no.

What are you, some kind of cop or
something? You got no jurisdiction here.

Can I talk to you
about Miles Strickland, please?

Enough.

It's different when you
actually feel the pain, isn't it?

What happened to Strickland?

Was he a friend of yours?

He had a weapon.
A very dangerous weapon.

My people will do anything
to get this back.

Well, if I happen to come across
such a weapon,

I promise to have it
delivered to your door.

Show him to the gates.

Gently.

Agent Greer.
May I offer you a ride?

You'll have to excuse
my appearance.

It's not safe for me
to use my usual surrogates.

Dr. Canter?

- This is one of VSI's newer models.
- How long have you been following me?

Long enough to know you're getting
nowhere solving my son's murder.

You lost a child, Agent Greer.

How?

A car accident.

It was just an accident.

I'm sorry.

I can think of no worse tragedy
than a parent outliving a child.

All I can tell you... is that the man
who killed your son is dead.

His name was Miles Strickland.
Lived on the res.

- He was killed by his own people.
- And that's it? Case solved?

One man didn't act on his own.

Whatever killed my son,

was an extraordinarily
sophisticated technology.

Far beyond the capability
of the dreads.

We're talking about
a billion-dollar weapons project.

Who do you know spends
money like that?

Focus on the weapon,
where it came from.

Mmm. Do me.

That was intense.

Hey, Maggie.

- No, thank you.
- Come on. It will take the edge off.

Ooh...

Uh-oh...

Tom? Honey?

I thought you were still
in the hospital.

- Yeah. I can see that.
- What happened to you?

Tom, I don't want you going out
without your surrie ever again.

Tom.

- You look very nice. Sexy.
- OK, don't start. I'm sorry.

Those guys, they're friends of
Bridget's. She brought them over.

She wanted to go to this party.
I didn't even want to go.

- How long have you been jacking?
- I don't.

I don't do it. What does it matter
if I did? Why are you being like this?

OK, go have a good time, Maggie.

Tom!

Tom, stop it!

Tom.

Tom, what was that?

- What?
- What do you want from me?

I want you. I want my wife.

I am your wife,
and you won't see it.

You're not her.
No, you're not.

Not... Not... this...

Not this... thing, this...

...this...

I just want you.

And I want the woman
that's in that room. My wife.

Things have changed, Tom.

No, you've changed.
You're just scared.

You're just scared.
We could go talk to somebody.

Maggie.

Maggie, don't walk away from me.

Agent Greer,
is that... is that you?

Yeah.

- You... you look terrible.
- Thanks. You, too.

The identity chip's
completely fried.

What do you got on the girl?

Come on. Let's go
talk to her op...

We can access every
surrie on the grid.

Touch of a button,
I can tap into anyone's feed.

Transfer to remote operator.

Wish I could help.

This thing killed five
cops, one of my men.

It almost put me in the ground.

I know it's a weapon.
I want to know what kind.

You're asking me to compromise
highly classified...

I know where it is.

- Where is it?
- Right.

It's called an OD.

Overload device.

The idea was
to end the battle with one shot.

You beam a software virus
straight to the CPU.

Disables the surries instantly.

We didn't know the virus
would defeat the built-in fail-safes.

Kill the operators.

Who makes it?

VSI.

After the test,
the project was scrapped.

Every unit was destroyed.

Except for this one, right?

Where is it?

Right now it's in the hands
of the Human Coalition.

- How long have they had it?
- A day. Maybe two.

This is out of your hands.
Military will handle this.

You called for us?

Take this to the
federal building downtown.

A woman will meet you there.
Agent Jennifer Peters.

You're to give it to
her and her alone.

Peters. What are you doing?

Just a background check on VSI.
Structural stuff.

Those are internal
financial records.

Talk to Jenkins in corporate.
Sixth floor.

Don't forget the cheekbones.

OK, honey, face off.

Mags...

Hiya, Tom.

Those...
smile muscles need to set.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Sorry about last night.

I'm at work, Tom.

- I didn't come here to argue.
- Good.

See, I feel like I'm going crazy.

It's... I just...

I love you.

I love the smart, beautiful,
intelligent, funny...

...woman, and...

...I can't sleep.

And when I do
I have these dreams that are...

And I can't stop
thinking about him.

Tom. Don't.

- Don't you ever think about him?
- Of course I think about him, Tom.

You say you don't sleep?
You say you have nightmares?

Well, that girl who you say is funny
and charming and witty

and has a great smile?

- She doesn't smile anymore.
- I don't believe that.

The only reason I can get up in
the morning and get out of the house

is because this is who I am now.

- But that's OK, Maggie...
- No. No.

- Maggie...
- No.

Maggie, wait.

Brothers and sisters,
gather close and prepare yourselves.

The day of the resurrection is upon us.
Today we make history.

- Today we launch the revolution!
- Gotta go now!

You all know what we're looking for.

Remember, do not fire
unless absolutely necessary.

The biologicals, too.

Over here, over here.

- Over there!
- Take cover!

Ah!

- Cease fire!
- Hands behind your head.

My God.

I couldn't figure out
why the cops let Strickland off.

So I started going through
the payroll records.

You won't believe this.
For the past 16 months...

- Working for us.
- That's right.

Which means Stone's
got to be dirty.

Looks like he hired Strickland
to kill Canter.

Hey, Tom. Thought
you were on leave.

Well, yeah, I am.

Actually, I'm just suspended pending...
further investigation.

- But I'm just clearing my desk out.
- You should be home, recuperating.

OK? Not walking around here
in the flesh.

I was home. Then I came here
to clean out my desk.

And before the medication kicks in,
hopefully, I can find a box and...

Oh!

Victor Welch wanted
me to say hello.

- I'm sorry?
- Victor Welch, VSI.

Good-looking kid?
Very excited you're coming over there.

Finally moving into the private sector.
You must be excited, huh?

Why don't you come in my office.
You're not looking too sharp.

Yeah, I got a minute, you know.

It's a good move for you.
It's a really good group over there.

Smart, talented,

great legal department.
It's a great working environment.

And you got to be happy with those
first-year stock options, huh?

What are you talking about?

Miles Strickland.
The guy I was chasing.

- The guy you hired to kill Canter.
- Tom, you got it all wrong.

You gave him the weapon.
VSI makes them. They give one to you,

you give it to Strickland
so he can go out and kill Canter.

The only problem is,
he killed his son by mistake.

- Something is wrong with you.
- Why are you doing this?

Money? Is that what it is?

You need help.

This is Stone.

That son of a bitch Greer
disabled my unit! Stop him!

Go! Go!

Jesus. No wonder VSI
wants Canter dead.

He's in bed with The Prophet.

He's funding the
anti-surrogacy movement.

He's given them millions.

Crazy bastard invents surrogates then
does everything he can to destroy them.

It doesn't connect Stone to the murder.
We need to link him to the weapon.

He needed codes to use it.
I want you to look for access codes.

We get the codes, we nail Stone.

Good job, Agent Greer.
Thank you.

This is Agent Peters.
I found Greer.

He's been in an accident
at Market and Hanover.

- FBI!
- Get out of the car.

He's gone.
Scan for an identity chip.

He doesn't have one.
He's a meatbag.

There's an exit in back!

Hey! Where you going?
Hey!

Bobby, it's Greer.
I need a remote shutdown.

Agent Peters has been hijacked.
You've got to disconnect her.

Bobby? Hello, Bobby?

Peters...
have you gone insane?

Why don't you put the gun down?

What are you trying to prove?

She's tapping into the
entire surrie network!

Maggie, get off line right away,
as soon as you get this message.

Something's gonna happen
to the surrogates.

She'll only speak to you.

Why don't you move in
and take her down?

She has a human hostage.

That slob Saunders!

Peters?

- Peters, it's me, Andy Stone.
- That's far enough, Stone.

I know who hired you to kill me.

I hope my old partners
at VSI paid you well.

Did you feel even a
second of remorse

when you found out
you'd murdered an innocent boy?

Canter.

I don't believe it.

OK... How about
you tell me something, doctor.

Huh? What did you
expect VSI to do?

Just stand by while you tore down
everything they built?

You left us no choice
but to take you out.

You create this technology, change the
world, and now you want to destroy it?

So what? So you can
take us backwards?

So we can all live like dreads?

So we can live
like human beings.

Really, doctor.

You should learn
to live with your regrets.

Now, give me the gun.

No!

That's for my son.

I need to see your boss.
I need to see Dr. Canter right away.

Oh, good. Listen to me.
I got to see your boss, Dr. Canter.

Hey!

Don't! Oh, Jesus!

Device connected.

Over here, officers. This way.

Warning. Commencing upload.

Hello, Tom.

Nice to finally meet you...
in the flesh.

Now, lie on the floor face down.

It's a little different when you have to
kill somebody with your own hands.

When you have to
squeeze the trigger.

When you don't have a machine
to do your dirty work.

Feel that?

The accelerated pulse?
The heightened awareness?

Savoring each breath
as if it were your last?

That's what you've been missing.
It's what everybody's been missing.

So you kill millions of people.

I changed the course of human history
when I invented surrogates.

- Now I'm going to change it back.
- You can't change what's been done.

You and I know that
better than most people.

My son's death will not have been
in vain. Not if it heals mankind.

Heals mankind?

That's what you want to do?
You want to kill everyone?

- That's going to heal mankind?
- They're already dead.

They died the minute
they plugged into those machines.

- This is not the solution!
- That's the way it is.

- That's not the way it is!
- I had a vision.

I was going to empower
the powerless.

To enable others like me
to walk, to feel,

- to live a normal life.
- Listen to me!

They're going to call you a murderer!
That's what you're doing.

Surrogacy is a perversion.
It's an addiction.

And you have to kill the addict
to kill the addiction.

Upload complete.

You're too late.
What I've done can't be stopped.

Now you're going to be a witness
to the rebirth of humanity.

That's my gift to you.

No! No!

Selecting all surrogates.

How do we make it stop?

Bobby, it's Greer. Tom Greer.
How do we shut this thing down?

- Full database selected.
- Jesus. It's trying to kill everyone.

Listen, that thing has uploaded
a virus into the system

that's going to kill anyone
who's using a surrogate.

It's already started.

Bobby, we need to unplug everyone.
Now!

- Oh, shit.
- Think!

Uh...

OK. Move over to
the terminal to the left.

Type in password "red 253."

We can't unplug it,
but maybe we can buffer the operators.

Oh, God. OK, we got ten seconds.

OK, look, there are three boxes.
Type in "tango" in the first,

"X-ray" in the second,
"772" in the third. Hit "enter"!

Hit enter! What hap?

Ah, shit! Shift and enter.
Shift and enter.

Aah...

We just saved
about a billion lives there.

OK, now we got to keep the surrogates
from getting fried.

Please go back to the first terminal,
hit the enter key.

Hit the enter key, please!

Good. Now press "yes."

So that's it?
Everyone's safe?

- What?
- All the people?

Yes. Of course.
All the operators are safe.

But if you don't press abort, all the
surries are going to be destroyed.

We don't have a lot of time.
Hit "yes."

Hi. Hello. Hit "yes," Greer.

Greer, I'm talking
all the surrogates.

Greer, what are you doing?

Greer! For God sakes,
what are you waiting for?

Press the freaking button,
Tom!

- Freeze!
- Show me your hands!

Transmit complete.

Excuse me.

Please bear with us
as we're trying to piece together

exactly what has occurred today.

There has been a total systems failure
of the central surrogate grid

in every major city
on the eastern seaboard,

possibly in the
entire United States.

... describing an
identical failure in those cities.

This is unbelievable.

No reports of human casualties.

The damage appears limited
only to surrogate units.

Thus far,
no statements from VSI.

They have not responded
to requests for information.

Paris, London, Beijing,
all reporting the same thing.

There is no official word when or if
surrogate services can be restored.

It appears, at least for now,
that we're on our own.