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[suspenseful music]

[light breath]

[intense music]

[woman breathing heavily]

[whirring]

[waves crashing]

Do you wanna go again?

Mm, think I'm good here.

Yeah? Just me then.

What, are we gonna stay here forever?

Come on.

-[water burbling] -[dramatic music]

[whirring]

[suspenseful music]

[breathes heavily]

[object clacks]

[clock ticking]

[Ren] Okay, I'm ready to begin.

[dramatic music]

[Woman] Exceptional academic record,

ending four years ago.

My brother.

-[water rushing] -[intense music]

Breathe.

I remember hearing about that. My condolences.

Well, he survived, actually.

-Oh, I wasn't aware. -That's okay.

That's okay.

[dramatic music]

Now, this technology.

We've read the literature.

Classification is proving difficult.

Can you tell us how it differs

from other controlled substances?

To begin with, it's not a drug. It's-

[Woman] Biological software.

You program new memories.

We create experiences.

Indistinguishable from the real thing.

As far as the brain is concerned,

fantasy and reality are chemically identical.

[dramatic music]

[air pumping]

[beeping]

Good morning.

[liquid plops]

[beeping]

[intense music]

Hello.

Ren, there you are.

Can you take a look at this?

Oi! What you want?

What are you doing?

Why are you pulling out my designs?

[indistinct chattering]

Ren!

Approvals. Clear your queue.

Yeah. I can give you 30.

[Woman] Whoo!

[plane buzzing]

[wind whistling]

[parachute whipping]

[beeping]

[ambient music]

[Woman] The most published expert on this technology

is your father.

He's been quite vocal about the dangers involved.

He writes here, "Prolonged exposure

"could lead to a range of physical symptoms,

"from arrhythmia to seizures, even brain death."

That's right.

[Woman] So there are risks.

[Ren] Abuse of any substance is risky.

[liquid plopping]

[whirring]

-[intense music] -[breathing heavily]

Your brain is already firing billions of neurons a second.

We're just giving them a script to follow.

The software builds from fragments of your subconscious.

It becomes part of you like any other memory.

We tell you the story of a day, one day,

where everything happens just the way it should.

Perfect.

[Woman] No chance of it lasting any longer?

None whatsoever.

[beeping]

[liquid burbling]

Looking good.

Render it.

[ambient music]

What's next?

Mm. Shredding fresh powder, brah.

[clicking]

[intense music]

-[liquid plopping] -[whirring]

[dramatic violin music]

[breathes heavily]

[door closes]

[coat zippers]

[dramatic violin music]

[footsteps crunching]

[wind whistling]

[dramatic music]

[board scraping]

[beeping]

[dramatic music]

[snow spraying]

[breathes heavily]

[whirring]

What?

Oh.

Fuck.

[dramatic violin music]

[beeping]

[breathing heavily]

[intense music]

[whirring]

Damn it.

[dramatic violin music]

[breathes heavily]

[beeping]

[beeping]

[rumbling]

[groans]

[beeping]

-[intense music] -[rumbling]

[groans]

It's just code. It's just code.

Stop.

[gasping]

Yes!

Are you okay?

Six and a half days.

Welcome back.

That was a bad one.

Maybe we should drop the Alps.

We've got bigger problems.

No, the snowboarding stays.

Sam's counting on it being a seller.

Unpack it, back to code.

I will debug tonight.

It's not a code problem.

It's code.

-Some brains don't- -I can fix it.

Okay, boss.

What are we doing with our lives?

We never have enough free time.

And when we do, it feels wasted.

So imagine if we could buy more.

Sail the Caribbean before work,

snowboard the Alps over lunch,

free dive the Barrier Reef that same night.

This is not a simulation.

This isn't even the "next best thing" to being there.

This is a genuine experience,

delivered direct to the brain by our patented technology.

[ambient music]

Holidays, just the beginning.

Where do we go next?

Long-term? Interactive?

Imagine the possibilities.

Training, rehabilitation, therapy,

years of experience added to your mind

[snaps fingers]

like apps to a computer.

All you have to do is decide,

what will you do with your other life?

To explain how, please welcome

the co-founder of OtherLife, Ren Amari.

[group applauding]

-Where have you been? -Working on our release, Sam.

Talk science. Go.

Breakthroughs in Nanite technology have enabled us

to accelerate computer-brain communication.

-It's good to see you. -We use our entire brain.

The pervasive myth that we only use 10%

is based on its division of activity.

Thank you for coming. It was great.

You've got my number.

[heels tapping]

[keyboard clattering]

We need more testers.

-Nope. -Two extra servers

-back of house. -No!

Not happening, Ren.

How many times are we going to do this?

A week to go and we're still finding bugs.

We need a reliable render farm.

I'm telling you, we're out of runway.

-I thought that went well. -Yeah, they wanted samples.

I still couldn't give it to them, so...

You pitched both restrictions.

I knew you'd call me out on that.

Long-term? Interactive?

Oh, come on, Ren.

All the research says that's the future of this thing.

We're only hurting ourselves by holding back.

What was that about anyway?

It's a potential lifeline.

Whatever.

I'll see you back at the office.

Hey.

Fuck.

-You forgot. -I have to work.

That's all right. Do you wanna get a bite at the office?

I'm sorry.

Oh. Okay.

[ambient music]

[Woman] Users can become trapped by the fantasy

and disassociate from reality altogether.

I don't know about you, but to me, it seems confining.

What do you mean?

[Woman] A facsimile of an experience you've never had

just feels isolating.

[beeping]

There it is.

Damn.

-[keyboard clattering] -[chair rolling]

How do you do that?

It just looks wrong.

[machinery whirring]

Really, we testing?

[board scraping]

[snow spraying]

[dramatic violin music]

[breathes heavily]

[keyboard clattering]

Hey.

New PB.

What's your daily?

About 400.

Oh, bullshit. Give me a number.

482.

20 days in a day.

Fucking goddamn.

Are you working on base code?

-[alarm buzzing] -[door opens]

Nothing to worry about.

[door closes]

-Hey. -Hey.

Sam asked me to finish the report on long-term use.

He did?

Yeah.

I assumed you knew.

You a part of this?

It's just research.

He asked, I thought it sounded cool.

Plus that recursive glitch that we've been getting

could work to our advantage.

Maybe that's the key to prolonged simulation.

Don't go behind my back to Sam.

Okay, well,

Talk to him about that.

I just work here.

Obviously.

You wanna get a beer, bitch about the boss?

He's not my boss, he's my partner.

Okay.

-Danny. -All right.

Hey, yo, yo.

Yo!

Let's do it. Thirsty, man.

[door closes]

-[intense music] -[whirring]

[breathes heavily]

[keyboard clattering]

[Woman] What about these papers coming out

of Europe and China discussing medical applications,

Alzheimer's, ALS, dementia?

[Ren] In theory, you should be able to patch

a damaged brain like software.

[Woman] But ethically complex.

You're quite literally putting ideas into people's heads.

Is that a question?

[Woman] You have no other applications in mind

for OtherLife?

No.

-[air pumping] -[whirring]

[beeping]

[dramatic music]

[gasps]

Jared?

How's our boy doing?

Yeah, he's good.

Jared, big sis giving you any trouble?

You let me know if she does, buddy.

Good to see you again.

His eye moved.

Yeah, yeah, he, um,

tricks me too sometimes.

See you again tomorrow?

[dramatic music]

Good night.

[door closes]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

Hey, didn't wanna call in case you were working

or sleeping, but, uh,

thought you deserved to see how much fun

you're missing out on down here.

Remember fun?

Such a romantic.

Definitely should have joined us.

This is not for you.

[phone vibrating]

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

Didn't expect to see the real you.

You'd rather do it by email?

No, I wanted to talk.

I simply presumed that you'd be too busy.

Now? Of all times?

Will you at least come down here?

We launch Monday.

OtherLife.

Even the name suggests some sort of opiate.

Products need commercial application to get funding.

Regardless of what you have to sell to get them there.

Bringing joy to people is a worthy ideal, I grant you.

Then again,

heroin was invented to cure morphine addiction.

I made progress.

Behavioral awareness?

Maybe.

His eye moved.

It's just a twitch.

-It doesn't sound like much. -Well it's not.

Okay, but if he's in there,

then all he needs is a way out.

-Oh, please -Just something

-to hang on to. -stop.

[sighs]

Are you still getting that glitch?

It's just bad code.

Like addiction, PTSD,

depression, that's bad code too.

Except the mind is more than just a collection

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. -of binary switches.

Here we go with your spiritual rationale.

-Don't insult me. -You have given up!

I'm sorry, I have another class.

You can't unplug him without my consent.

I can.

Oh.

I'm not asking you for your permission.

Just your support.

[gentle music]

[indistinct chattering]

[keyboard clattering]

[alarm beeping]

Hey, Cass?

What's up?

What's going on?

Sam needed to quarantine.

He said you knew.

You didn't know?

Can you do me a favor?

-Anything, babe. -Can you take my archives

-off the network? -Yeah, uh,

that's gonna unlink a lot of projects.

-That's fine. -Okay.

Is this a creative meeting?

It wasn't in the diary.

Yeah, I, um...

I wasn't digging or anything, it's just

you said 482 and we've gone through more

than twice that amount of Nanite stock.

Is this costing us?

No.

Just your time, energy and extra strain

on our infrastructure?

What's the simulation?

-I don't have to tell you. -I'm sorry, Ren, you do.

We are supposed to be partners.

-It's personal. -It's long-term,

whatever it is.

Short and linear, your words.

-And now you develop- -It's an unproven idea.

But I am close-

Close? We're live in five days!

I'll leave you guys to it.

Sit down.

Listen up.

Remember the lifeline from yesterday's meeting?

His name's Furlong McClean.

Now, there's Department of Corrections and there's him.

-Corrections. -He tells the minister

where to spend the federal budget

and he's prepared to put money down, unencumbered.

Prison?

It's a government contract.

You're talking about a virtual prison.

Confinement. Imagine it.

A kid gets convicted, pays his debt in the courthouse lobby,

a few minutes later, comes back rehabilitated.

It's hard time without the time.

No. No.

-No way. -Proof of concept is all we need.

We're trying to broaden minds.

Not put them in a box.

Okay, so, you can have your secret project,

but I can't innovate.

You want hardware and staff,

but won't let me raise the capital.

Not like this.

Well, then get back to work on the actual fucking product

all these people are here to create!

[ominous music]

[motorcycle buzzing]

[jacket unzipping]

Hey.

What's up?

Nothing.

-Hey, you need to slow- -Don't!

Well do you wanna go somewhere and actually

talk about it for once?

No.

[both groaning]

I'll see you later.

Do you wanna see something cool?

Whoa!

[board scraping]

Yee-hoo!

[snow spraying]

[breathes heavily]

Oh. [laughing]

Oh, I didn't think it'd be so real.

Mm. As real as anything else.

Right, 'cause memory is a chemical.

Everything is.

It's amazing.

[ambient music]

[clock ticking]

Go. Go work.

Mind if I go again?

Fucking Sam.

He's still trying to push this confinement app.

[container crinkling]

Do you know anything else about it?

[Danny gasping]

Hey, Danny. Listen to me.

It's just a glitch.

Danny, you will be fine.

[Danny gasping]

[ominous music]

Danny, can you hear me?

Danny? Danny?

[Danny gasping]

Oh, fuck.

Danny. Oh.

Hey, wake up.

Please.

Danny, no, no, no, no, wake up.

Wake up. Please.

Danny.

Oh, my God!

Fuck!

[intense music]

Please, I need an ambulance!

[indistinct]

Danny!

Danny.

You thoroughly tested the drug

before administering a dose?

It's not a drug, it's biological software.

Sam, can we find counsel who understands what we do?

Nobody understands what you do, that's the problem.

Did you check the software?

I wrote it.

So our defense is gonna be that you don't make mistakes.

Could you give us a minute?

[sighs]

[heels tapping]

[door opens]

Is this what I think it is?

[door closes]

-Is Danny okay? -What happened?

I don't know.

Something I missed.

-Please, can you see- -Three years of human trials,

twelve million in peer review from MIT,

-Caltech, Tokyo- -They missed it, too.

Well, they never tested it in the first place.

Ren, what is it?

[ominous music]

It doesn't fit the adventure brief.

I didn't think you would be interested.

Right.

You've been spending thousands of hours

off in your own little world.

We're finished.

This is going to destroy us.

[door closes]

[ominous music]

I hope whatever it is you've been working on

is worth something.

What is your ambition for this technology, Miss Amari?

-[ominous music] -[Ren breathes heavily]

[indistinct chattering]

[door opens]

[footsteps tapping]

Miss Amari, this is Miss Wilson

from the Attorney General's office.

A pleasure.

And Mr. McClean-

With the Department of Corrections.

Amazing technology, Miss Amari.

Truly remarkable.

[ominous music]

They have enough to go to trial.

Realistically, we're looking at 10 to 15,

and while I'm sure I could plea down, this...

This is an offer of deferred prosecution.

If you are compliant with the terms,

the state has agreed not to press charges.

Charges?

Unauthorized human testing,

drug fraud, malpractice.

And all you have to do is agree to be a test subject

in the virtual confinement program of one year.

[gasps]

Sam, what have you done?

The best I could to save my lead programmer.

No, no, no. Um...

No, I am not compliant.

Ren, these people can keep it out of the press.

They've agreed to inject enough capital

to get us over the finish line.

OtherLife can live.

How long have you been planning this behind my back?

[tense music]

[McClean sighs]

A year in virtual confinement is a minute of your life.

A minute to save everything.

No.

No.

[breathes angrily]

Ren.

You gave Danny an untested sample and he died.

[Ren whimpers]

Consider the alternative.

[intense music]

The confinement program

is the longest simulation we've run.

At 365 days, it far exceeds our 24-hour limit.

[beeping]

The subject will be in a limited environment,

which includes food, hygiene facilities and a daily reset,

to give the brain a sense of continuity.

There really isn't much more you need

for solitary confinement.

[sighs]

Are you ready?

[intense music]

One year.

On the dot.

And you ran the exit routine?

Sometimes you code these circular module

-dependencies which- -Ren.

[intense music]

You ever had to use one of those?

No.

Base of the skull, straight into the limbic.

-Don't fuck it up. -Is there a problem?

[suspenseful music]

[cap clicks]

[Ren breathes heavily]

[liquid plops]

[whirring]

[breathes heavily]

Oh.

[groans]

[ominous music]

Oh, shit.

[buzzing]

[electronic buzzing]

[intense music]

[whirring]

[gasping]

[ambient music]

[intense music]

[breathes heavily]

[electronic buzzing]

Separation of spaces.

A view to an exterior.

A window.

Any kind of human interaction.

No one can read this.

[ominous music]

-[pounds fist] -Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

[tablet clattering]

[groans]

[electronic buzzing]

[electronic buzzing]

[intense music]

[distorted voice]

[head thumps]

[distorted voices]

[head thumps]

[intense music]

[gasping]

[head thumping]

[Ren humming]

[electronic buzzing]

[Ren humming]

[wind whistling]

[waves crashing]

Do you wanna go again?

[Ren humming]

[dramatic music]

[water burbling]

[Ren humming]

[water rushing]

[waves crashing]

I'm not giving up on you.

[intense music]

You're my little brother.

I can show you a way out.

Frederick Martin, 2008.

Woke by music after three years in a coma.

It's possible that during long-term exposure

the brain adjusts to small changes.

The simulation becomes lucid.

Alice Thompson, 2012.

A random change in her medication

resulted in full recovery after two years. A simple matter

of invigorating subconscious data.

Jeremy Wallace, four years, described the process

of rewiring his brain from the inside to wake himself up.

A sufficient dose of the right mnemonic trigger

could produce a recursive process and then eventually

life can be restored.

Full recovery from brain death.

The will to live is connected to memory.

Memory is a chemical.

Therefore life can be restored

through biological programming.

Life can be restored.

You know he's gone.

His eye moved.

Oculocephalic reflex.

Mm-mm.

No. He's in there.

He's gone.

Everyone knows he's gone except you.

There's nothing you can do, so just-

I'll restore function.

With snowboarding?

I needed funding.

And look where that got you.

[soft buzzing]

[intense buzzing]

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

[gasping]

[breathes heavily]

[intense music]

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Byron. Your fucking code!

The exit routine!

-The fucking exit routine! -[pounding fist]

[screams]

[intense music]

[beeping and whirring]

-[Ren grunting] -[stomping foot]

-[intense music] -[buzzing and whirring]

[Ren grunting]

-[objects banging] -[Ren grunting]

[buzzing and whirring]

[ambient music]

[wind whistling]

[lid clanks]

[wind whistling]

That's impossible.

[wind whistling]

[metal scraping]

[wind whistling]

[plastic tearing]

[Ren breathing heavily]

[suspenseful music]

[lid clanking]

[wind whistling]

[breathing heavily]

[metallic clattering]

[suspenseful music]

[breathing heavily]

[door opens]

-[indistinct chattering] -[intense music]

-Hey! -[Ren gasps]

-Fuck! -[keys jangling]

[keys jangling]

[intense music]

[car starting]

Holy shit!

-[tires screeching] -Come on!

Oh my God!

[engine revving]

[intense music]

[traffic passing]

[whirring]

[wind whistling]

[train rumbling]

[horns blaring]

[door creaking]

Long-term care, ward 10.

You have a patient there, Jared Amari.

I need you to tell me if...

[gasps]

[women laughing]

[upbeat electronic music]

[indistinct chattering]

Motherfucker.

[keyboard clattering]

Here it is.

Missing person, filed last year.

Filed, but never active.

According to immigration,

you've had residency in Italy for nearly a year.

It... No.

No, I've been in a box.

I've been in a fucking box in the middle of nowhere.

All right, take it easy.

Tell us about this government program.

No, it's not, okay, it's not a government program.

It's OtherLife.

So you worked for them?

No, it's...

It's my company.

Ah-ha.

Miss Amari.

There's no charges against you on record

and there's no indication of any deferred prosecution.

[indistinct chattering]

Will you at least take a look at the cell?

Go home, Miss Amari.

[knocking on window]

I'm sorry.

There's been a tenant in your apartment almost a year.

What about storage?

All of my research?

I can't let you in.

Cup of tea?

Mm.

Fuck.

[air pumping]

[door slams]

Ren!

Thank God you're okay.

I came as soon as I heard.

I know you're confused,

but I can help you figure things out. I promise.

Hey. Let's get you somewhere safe, okay?

[ominous music]

I'm not safe?

[keys jangling]

Hey, hey! Can you open this, please?

You're okay. Just go.

Thank you.

Go, go, go. Go around.

Cut her off!

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps tapping]

[door opens and closes]

[Ren breathes heavily]

Ren!

Listen, there was nothing I could do.

You're not making this any easier for yourself.

Fuck!

Go that way. Go!

[suspenseful music]

[wind whistling]

[traffic whirring]

[doorbell buzzing]

-Hello. -Cass.

Cass, it's Ren.

Bullshit.

Oh, my God.

Oh my God.

You have no idea how good this tastes.

You didn't think it was strange

when I stopped showing up for work?

Everyone said you cashed out.

Without saying goodbye?

Yeah. I deleted you from my phone.

We all assumed you were off drinking vino

on the balcony of your villa.

Do I look like I've been in Italy?

No, you look like shit.

[Ren chuckles]

So, where have you been?

It'll sound crazy.

Well, it's all been pretty normal so far.

Okay.

[ambient music]

After Danny died, they offered me a plea

to test the confinement-

Stop. What?

The sample that I gave Danny

-must have had bad code. -No, hold on.

Something that I missed.

What?

[ominous music]

[vehicle approaching]

[door opening And closing]

All I remember is drowning.

I'd almost get out, then I'd be under again, over and over.

Then I woke up in hospital.

They did tests for a week, but I was fine.

I sent you a million messages,

figured you just wanted to be left alone.

Anyway, five days later, we launched.

-I mean, it was wild. -Yeah.

First run sold out in three hours.

Everyone's options went through the roof.

Heaps in development.

Education, military training, huge budgets.

[Cass] And porn, of course.

[door closes]

And what about confinement?

[Cass] It's the backbone of the company.

They're legislating consecutive programs,

stretching it to 10, 20 years served in OtherLife.

There's a senator in the US

who's pushing for multiple life sentences,

we're talking centuries.

That's not what it's for.

I need to see what they've done to my software.

Look, no one is happier to see you than me.

Really.

But you're free.

Walk away.

We'll help you do it.

Money, whatever you need.

If Sam's gone this far, who knows what else he's capable of.

None of it matters.

I'll come with you if you like.

I need to see that code.

-And then what? -I just, I need to see it.

You need to regroup.

Go somewhere safe, take your time.

And then when you're ready, we'll do everything you need.

We'll get a lawyer, talk to the media,

expose how they stole your company-

I don't give a fuck about a company!

[dramatic music]

I could never understand

why my father wouldn't just fix him and bring him back.

What's the point of being a genius

if you don't do anything with it?

And we needed money for research

and he kept turning down offers.

So, I registered the patent,

my dad's patent,

and I started OtherLife.

I was gonna do what he couldn't.

I was gonna bring my brother back,

and we would be a family again.

So, I don't care about a company.

That is not what they stole.

-[suspenseful music] -[car whirring]

[door opens and closes]

[keys jangling]

[indistinct chattering]

[beeping]

[Cass] Remember how you asked me

to unlink all your research?

Once you were gone, Sam put me to work

sorting through it all.

He was convinced there were other

applications for OtherLife

you must've been withholding.

It's all kept on a secure server, level 20.

And what about Byron?

[Cass] He's on 19.

-[beeping] -[door opens]

Get to his office and find an open terminal.

I should be able to walk you through hacking his account.

His passwords are super obvious, so-

-Wait a sec. -Okay.

-[suspenseful music] -[whirring]

[humming]

Aw, shit!

[grunting]

Okay. Okay, okay.

-Who's that? -Okay, okay.

[Cass] Is that Byron?

Ren, what's going on?

It's okay. It's okay, we're in.

[suspenseful music]

No, no.

-Don't mess with- -Sit down.

No. No, no.

It's not here.

What have you done with it?

Okay, okay. Okay.

[object clattering]

Yay. Hooray, you found it.

This is why you locked me up?

[Man] We're headed to your location, Byron

-What's this? -Stay there.

-We'll be there soon. -We gotta go.

[suspenseful music]

Fuck it.

-[Ren grunts] -[fist whacks]

[intense music]

[beeping]

Shit!

[beeping]

Shit!

[intense music]

Cass, we're in trouble.

[Cass] Uh, guys.

-[keys jangling] -Take the car.

Don't fucking touch me!

Get your hands off of me!

[Cass screaming]

[alarm blaring]

-Come on. -Keep your hands off!

Get your fucking hands off me!

[car starting]

[tires screeching]

Wait! Cass!

Nevermind.

Ren, we gotta go. Come on.

[tires screeching]

[car starting]

[tires screeching]

Is that it? Is that everything we need?

I hope so.

We need a printer.

The only printers in the city are in that building.

I know where we can find one.

[intense music]

[crickets chirping]

[door opening]

Hello?

Hello?

[chuckles]

[stairs creaking]

[door clanking]

[machinery whirring]

-[Ren blowing] -[computer beeps]

What's all this?

A lifetime.

[bag unzips]

[keyboard clattering]

[ambient music]

[birds chirping]

[cup clinking]

Well...

This is fucking beautiful.

[both chuckling]

I don't quite know what to say to you.

Neither of us ever did.

[gentle music]

I'm so sorry.

I know.

[Ren moans]

[ambient music]

[buckle jangling]

[both chuckling]

[whirring]

[vehicle approaches]

Oh, fuck!

Danny.

[keys jangling]

Danny Lowe, this is my father, Dr Robert Amari.

Hi, Dr Amari. I've read all your work.

-The chemist? -Yes.

Good to finally meet you.

Sam Murphy called my office.

He was exceedingly charming, so I knew something was amiss.

What did you steal?

It's my work, he stole it first.

I know how that goes.

You filed the missing persons report.

[gentle music]

Jesus, I was scared.

What did they do to you?

It all started with Jared's diving simulation.

A perfect recreation of that day at the beach.

You took it and you drowned.

The software wasn't faulty,

it did exactly what it was supposed to.

It gave you the experience of being underwater,

and then your brain filled in the rest.

And the result was a seizure.

Right, but I didn't want to drown.

But you didn't know that you had a choice.

The point is, the simulation wasn't linear.

You were able to choose a path, and subconsciously,

you chose a bad one.

That's what I was trying to offer Jared.

Choice.

I was hoping that he would remember

the accident differently and wake up.

What I created was a version of OtherLife

that lets you rewrite your memories.

That's dangerous. That's a drug.

That's what they're refining.

Holy shit.

They're not there yet.

Byron's good, but he's not that good.

Yeah, well we've got time to stop them.

I'll call the TDA in the morning

and raise a safety challenge.

That'll tie Sam up in review while we figure out

our next step.

How long do you think it'll be before

they finish this thing?

[ominous music]

[machinery whirring]

[liquid squirting]

Ren?

You've already finished it, haven't you?

It's gonna work.

[bag zippers]

[intense music]

-[suspenseful music] -[air pumping]

[liquid plops]

[water burbling]

[dramatic music]

[gentle music]

Jared.

[whimpering]

[chuckling]

Hi.

[thunder rumbling]

[Jared choking]

No, Jared.

[medical machinery beeping]

-[dramatic music] -No, Jared.

No, please.

Please, stop. Jared.

[bed rattling]

Jared.

[thunder rumbling]

-[machinery beeping] -[Jared choking]

[Ren sobbing]

[dramatic music]

[medical machinery beeping]

[plug clanks]

[somber music]

[thunder rumbling]

[Ren whimpering]

[intense music]

I wonder what he saw.

[footsteps tapping]

Nothing.

He hit his head on a rock

and he drowned in 20 centimeters of water.

That's the last thing he remembered.

Well, I saw a brain-dead patient make an active choice.

[ominous music]

You saw?

A drug like this,

who needs to face reality?

Byron.

-What is this glitch? -It's not a glitch.

[Ren whimpering]

[distorted voices]

[intense music]

Oh, shit.

[Sam] You told me no risk.

Oh, shit.

Good evening, Byron.

Please!

I'm telling you now!

[intense music]

Wake up.

Wake up!

Okay.

[beeping]

Mm.

-[wind whistling] -[dramatic music]

[intense music]

[wave crashing]

[water burbling]

[whirring]

[distorted voices]

Long-term.

[distorted voices]

[whirring]

[Ren gasping]

[intense music]

[syringe clattering]

[intense music]

Oh, Jesus, God! Thank fuck!

Ren, you scared the crap out of-

-[fist whacks] -Oh, oh, fuck!

Shit!

[beeping]

No, no, no! No, no!

[computer slams]

[Ren grunting]

-Byron? -[Ren screams]

[ominous music]

[thunder rumbling]

Hi.

[Robert] Jesus, I was scared.

I'm so sorry.

[electronic buzzing]

[Peter] What did they do to you?

What is your ambition for this technology, Miss Amari?

To give people a chance at a life they might never know.

Thank you.

[indistinct chattering]

Partner.

Sorry about the nose.

It's okay. [chuckling]

Maybe I pushed a little hard

on this virtual confinement thing.

Yeah, about that.

I'm gonna withdraw.

What?

Wait, what are you saying?

I will take my time, wrap up R and D.

The company is yours, but the patent stays with me.

[chuckles] What fucking use is that?

-Danny died. -Yeah, but...

Look...

What happened to you in there?

[dramatic music]

-[object bangs] -Ooh!

-[dramatic music] -[fire crackling]

[phone ringing]

-Dr. Amari. -It's me.

[Robert] A colleague told me what Sam did.

[Ren] You get to say "I told you so."

[Robert] So long as you're okay.

[Ren] I'm fine.

It's over.

[Robert] Good.

-Confinement, unbelievable- -Dad.

Let's go to the hospital.

-Are you sure? -I am.

[Robert] I'll make the arrangements.

Thank you.

[phone vibrating]

-Sam. -You need to see something.

-I told you- -Five minutes?

In person.

[machinery whirring]

[liquid squirting]

[beeping]

[train rumbling]

[wind whistling]

Good luck.

I think you should realize...

Here she is. Hey.

Come. Come here, come here.

How you doing?

Come in, sit down.

And take a look at something.

Hey.

To our resident genius.

Oh, not me.

You, dumbass.

Okay, what's going on?

You feeling good?

Let's talk about that.

Look at the limbic.

[beeping]

-I was scared. -Yeah

Here, you're scared.

Here, you like it.

Tell me what was so good about being in that cell.

[Ren whimpering]

-[chuckles] I knew it. -She fucking broke out!

Oh, screw the prison!

Make me a drug that gives people

-fully interactive experiences. -No, no, no, no.

-We have done this. -What?

It doesn't matter.

This is a major breakthrough.

This is gonna save our company.

There's enough data to reverse-engineer the code, right?

It's rough.

Another trial with a conscious interaction

-would be useful. -Okay, whatever.

A few tweaks, of course.

Ba-da-bing! You two do that

-No. -thing you do so well.

-I'm not going back. -You're the only one who can.

It's not going to be anyone.

You fucking owe me!

[tense music]

Remember, just remember when we started this.

Yeah?

I was working in app development.

You were writing that thesis no one could understand.

And now look at us.

We're about to change the world.

I'm sorry.

What? No, no, no, no. Just, just...

Will you sit?

[chuckles] Please?

Please.

[ominous music]

[sighs]

"Broadening minds."

That's what you said to me.

That's what we're supposed to be doing.

[beeping]

If you'd share this discovery, we can make that possible.

But if I can't change your mind,

then what about this?

[hand whacks]

-[liquid squirts] -[Ren gasps]

-[breathing heavily] -[chair bangs]

-What the fuck? -Did I get her?

-You son of a bitch! -Shh.

It's just a minute. Relax, relax, relax.

-[electronic buzzing] -[Ren gasping]

It's okay.

-Please. -It's just a minute.

[whirring]

Hook it up!

Byron, you wanna be rich? Do it!

No.

-[intense music] -[electronic buzzing]

The sooner we get the fucking data,

the sooner we can get her out.

[chair bangs]

[intense music]

Are we good?

[beeping]

Are we good?

It's online.

It's working? It's online?

Yes.

No!

-[breathes heavily] -[whirring]

[gentle music]

It's just code. It's just code.

You've done this before, you can do it again.

You've done this before, you can do it again.

[whirring]

You've done this before,

you can do it again.

[intense music]

[beeping]

Wait, wait. What was that?

[beeping]

[dramatic music]

What's that? That, that!

-What is it? -Shut up, I don't know!

-Fix it, Byron. -Fucking wait!

[intense music]

[Ren grunting]

[head thudding]

[Sam groaning]

[liquid sloshing]

[whirring]

[electronic buzzing]

[screaming]

Get his feet.

Grab his fucking feet!

[intense music]

[electronic buzzing]

[beeping]

That's six months.

-Ren. -Do you think

he'll break out?

[intense music]

[beeping]

What are we waiting for?

Hmm?

Ren! What are we waiting for?

How long is it?

[intense music]

[electronic buzzing]

[Bryon sighs]

[beeping]

Ren, bring him back now!

He's going to die!

Induce arrhythmia.

[intense music]

[chair rattling]

Someone call an ambulance. Now!

Ren!

[intense music]

[screaming]

[chair rattling]

[intense music]

[flesh squelching]

[gasping]

[syringe clatters]

[dramatic music]

Hi, Ren.

[Sam whimpering]

[somber music]

[Robert sobbing]

[wind whistling]

[waves crashing]

[dramatic music]

[intense music]

[dramatic music]