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His vitals are dropping. We're losing him.

We really want to upload.

We could be together forever.

You are so amazing,

but forever is just, like, so long.

Can we just hit the "pause" button here for a second?

Hello, Nathan. Welcome to Lakeview, you lucky duck.

- Yeah. - This is the first day

of the rest of your afterlife.

Quack, quack.

Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop.

Ew!

Anytime you need me, I'll be here for you.

- Ow, ow, ow, ow. - Cute.

He might be a good guy.

You know, for an L.A. douchebag,

you're the best L.A. douchebag I've ever met.

- What did you do? - My friend and I are making

an app, it's called...

You're blanking on the name of your own app?

Why are my memories deleted?

Did you cut some kind of deal to push me out, so you could

- sell the company to Freeyond? - That code that you made,

we would be willing to pay a significant amount

for just a copy.

So you got murdered.

I was in a car accident.

Sure.

You just threatened a $600-billion-a-year industry

- and no one murdered you. - He sold his dream

for money and then got murdered to cover it up.

- Help me! - I have some friends that are big in

the Ludd movement. I can hide you in the mountains

in a house completely off the grid.

Car, Poconos.

Ingrid?

I'm here now. I uploaded.

- For you. - What?!

Nathan?!

The consciousness of an uploaded pigeon

has been successfully downloaded into

a new clone pigeon, say researchers at Panera-U Penn,

admitting they should have started with a pigeon,

not a human in the first place.

Enthusiasm is still high for the big Freeyond opening

this week with long lines

at all eight Philadelphia locations.

Want the romantic weekend package?

Comes with hot water and a squirt of bubble bath.

Hey, I'll take that.

Just another 500.

Ouch.

You want to say bye to Byron?

Oh, God no.

Do we really need these head condoms?

Yeah, if you don't want to be face ID'd by a drone.

Um, actually, wait.

Ghost boyfriend still ghosting you?

Car, go another mile

and return to New York.

Yes, Mr. Patakoupolis.

Mr. Patakoupolis?

Keep up, city girl.

Take a deep breath.

Fresh air, trees.

It's like Lakeview, only real.

Come on.

Remember, no tech allowed where we're going.

They'll take that phone of yours and melt it into something

useful, like a chess piece or a scrunchie.

When was the last time you saw a doctor, Dad?

I screen-chatted with GoogleMD.

It was very hopeful.

Then I started getting these ads for funeral homes.

- And I was like... - Dad!

It's okay. He's one of us.

Tech?

I sold my last bit off this morning.

Uh-huh.

You?

I left my phone in the car.

No, I-I can manage it.

We're another two hours out, Dave.

Come on.

Like, walking?

Like, two hours walking?

Ms. Kannerman?

I am not your regular angel.

She's running a tiny bit late this morning.

But I am filling in as best I can.

Oh, no, is it a little stressful for you today?

Spare me... I'm dead, okay?

- I win. - Of course...

I'm sorry,

I have to put you on hold.

Yes?

Hey, is there some trick to getting out of the chimney?

I got bored, I missed Nathan.

Come on!

Thank you.

Do not call me again... I'm busy.

Angel?

You said do call you or don't...?

- Don't! - Okay, yeah, right.

Okay, well, I got it.

Angel...

hair pasta.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I was just saying my favorite pasta is an...

Oh, now I see what happened.

Ow!

I deserve that.

That's gonna be you.

Oh, thank God.

Noni, I'm gonna crash.

Why don't you have a look around?

Do you reject technology

and all its empty promises?

We do!

You may receive the dirt.

Dirt for simplicity.

Dirt, which destroys the computer chips.

Technology is sin.

What grosses you out more?

The religious part or the sexism?

Oh, I think you're misinterpreting my look.

I can't wait to be a part of this...

patriarchal, backwoods creep show.

Yeah.

That's just Pastor Rob.

But Ludds are not all like that.

Wow. Are those unprinted?

Of course.

I had a window box back home, but my Monsanto seeds

didn't grow much without a code.

Yeah, our seeds are heirloom,

from before the monopoly.

I'm Matteo.

It's like Matt except I got beat up a lot as a kid.

Nora.

This all seems a little much.

How do you deal with the whackjobs in charge?

Well, you probably don't have to think about this in the city,

but out here, we have to plant, grow, gather, cook.

So... I'm just thinking about food 24-7.

Yeah, even in the city I think about food 24-7.

- That's right! - Mission accomplished.

Hey, Chris, what'd you hit?

Freeyond!

Blew the demo to hell on a livestream.

No grand opening now.

Wait, why pick on Freeyond? They're the good guys.

Yeah, uh... most of us are in favor

of universal digital afterlife. Pastor Rob hates all upload.

I got to talk to him 'cause this is bullshit.

We're supposed to vote on stuff like this.

Phantom phone.

You get over it.

All right, tech junkie.

Here's where you learn how to smell the roses again.

Any more questions?

Oh, and no, we don't do phones,

but that doesn't mean you can't communicate

with your loved ones.

Oh, have you ever seen

one of these?

- It's an envelope. - What is that?

It's how your ancestors got spam.

Hand in your letters Friday evening and one of us will

mail them in Tannersville next day.

Oh, oh, good.

Everybody, this is Matteo, one of our community leaders.

Please give him a warm welcome.

Thanks. Hi.

So, uh, I know you're probably wondering

what type of whackjobs run this place.

Well, I am one of them. I'm from Oakland.

So I've seen what Big Tech can do to small communities.

Worse, what it can do to the planet.

Distribute lies, guzzle carbon,

sow discord, make the rich richer.

And it tries to suppress the working class,

which I believe is probably all of us in this room.

So you've come to the right place.

A very special place.

I'm really happy you're here. This is gonna be...

...a whole new chapter in your lives.

So, welcome, I'm Nora.

Don't worry, I'm here to guide you.

I've only been here a few weeks myself,

but I feel like I've been here my whole life.

No, we don't do phones or other tech,

but you can still keep in touch with your loved ones

using an ancient magic.

This, newbies,

is an envelope.

That's right, Nora.

It's how our grandparents paid

the fax bill.

Hey, that was my line.

But, anyway, write your letters

by Friday and we can put them in the mail

by the following Monday.

And this is Matteo.

A community leader that isn't afraid

to get his hands dirty.

Or make sassy comments.

- I am not sassy. - He said sassily.

Uh, nice to meet you guys.

Oh, Nathan Brown is back from 2Gigs!

Welcome back, Mr. Brown!

So there will be two guests from now on in our suite,

10556, which means double everything.

- Two sinks. - Of course.

There are already two sinks; would you like four sinks?

No, that's ridiculous.

Two beds, as well?

- Oh, my God, you're a moron. - Just...

Let me speak to a manager.

Very well. Hup.

What seems to be the problem?

- Angel? - Yes?

Where's Nora?

You tell me. It's been weeks

since she disappeared without saying boo.

- "Weeks"? I've been frozen in 2Gig. - Yes.

Ingrid must have left me there. I need to talk to Nora.

Well, Horizen is saying she's on a leave of absence.

I call and call, she doesn't pick up the phone.

Oh, shit, that's not good.

No, it is not good.

Now I have all of her old clients on top of my own.

Including one extremely difficult Karen.

- Oh, there you are. - Mm-hmm.

Please adjust the temperature of our room

to Mediterranean summer evening,

then lay out rose petals on the bed but in the shape of a rose,

not a heart... That's very important.

Hello, hi, hi, right here.

Are you taking notes in there or...?

Got it. So a rose, extra thorns.

Can you believe this bitch?

Don't complain. They are recording.

Well, I'm just saying how many pairs

of shoes does one upload need?

- Ingrid Kannerman is a lovely woman. - Aleesha!

My office.

Now, please.

Why didn't you wake me up sooner?

'Cause I needed time to redecorate.

I was frozen for two weeks.

Babe, that's how long it took to program our special bed.

It's the width of a king, but the length of a queen.

What? Why would anyone want...?

No, no, no, no.

Stop stalling. What do you know?

Know?

- I don't know anything. - Last time I saw you,

you said you needed to own my scan

to protect me. Protect me from who?

Oh, my God, you are

so obsessed with this "being murdered" thing.

Wouldn't you be?!

If I cared about my own life

more than this relationship,

would I have uploaded for you?

I didn't ask you to do that.

I gave up my friends, my future.

Not to mention a body I worked really hard for.

Oh, your body's the same.

No, it is not! How dare you!

I was so much more slammin'

in so many different places.

And I think you know it. I mean, don't even talk to me

about my shoulder blades. They are insanely flat.

- I can't do this right now, so... - Was it something I said?

- Yes. - Babe?

- Okay. Yeah. - Let me know if you need anything.

Call Nora.

Oh, please, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.

You are such a piece of shit.

- Excuse me? - Not you!

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Okay, before you say anything,

this new client Ingrid Kannerman is a total headcase.

Ingrid is what we call "an elite customer."

And when you pay that kind of money, Leeshy...

Aleesha. Is that why I don't have access to her settings?

I can't put her to sleep or anything.

And, trust, if I could, she'd wake up once a year.

Have you seen the crystal thigh-highs she wears?

10K per boot.

- Damn! - Yep.

So...

- Okay. - ...I'm giving you a promotion.

How is this even fair? Wait, what?

Mm-hmm, to junior manager.

Did I just get a promotion by complaining?

I'm actually shutting you up with more money.

And you can hire a temp to help you.

Wow. Thank you.

- You're welcome. Yeah. - Thank you, Lucy.

I will do a great job.

- Yes, you will. - Yeah.

Yeah.

- Mimosa, Nathan? - No.

Okay.

You like my new face, right?

You think I should reinstall my old face?

- No. - Hmm.

My nose was so pointy.

Like, like Hedy Lamarr

- in the Ziegfeld Girl. - Nathan, I got a mimosa for you, buddy.

- No! - Try it... okay.

Nora Antony.

Boo!

Hey...

You're back! Oh, my God!

- Yep. - I really missed you, man.

It's been 24-7 History Channel without you.

Hey, how was it down there? Was it scary?

Did you eat the slop?

I told Mildred you were probably eating the slop.

I was literally frozen the entire time.

Uh, I-I got to go.

I got to make a call, okay?

I shouldn't have brought up the slop.

Schvitz Bath.

Yeah, no one's looking for me in here.

For God sakes!

I've been trapped in there since the update!

I'm so hungry!

Uh, somebody, uh...

bring me a tongue sandwich

and some rice pudding!

Nora, where are you?

- Nora, let's go. - Huh? Wait, really?

- I got to get to Falafel Halal. - I want to keep playing!

Girl, those chickpea balls are not gonna fry themselves.

- That's cute. - Okay.

Shit.

Sorry, Nora.

Okay.

I used to have a gym membership, too.

Dick.

Maybe just edit this down

to a quarter star.

That's better.

Hey, Bladerunner?

Caught any killer toasters lately?

Ha ha. Look at this case.

Guy minding his own business,

next thing you know he gets pulped in a smart elevator.

Everything's got AI now.

Piss off your toaster, it could blow up your car.

Accident? Hmm.

Maybe, maybe not.

Morning, temp. How do you pronounce your name?

- Uh, Tinsley. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I-I really need this job.

But I don't have any experience.

Okay, so basically you lied on your résumé.

No, no, no, I wouldn't do...

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

I did the same thing when I first started.

We gonna get along just fine.

I'm so excited! That's cool.

- Your jacket can go in a locker. - Okay.

And leave it there, 'cause I don't like it.

- The j...? This jacket? - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, okay. - I hate it.

I just, I've had this for a really long time.

I know, but you got a job now. Buy a new one.

Well, yeah, yeah. I don't need it. It's fine.

But stand up for yourself.

Okay, so I...? So the jacket...?

- No jacket? - My God, just forget it.

Okay, well, um... thank you.

Oh, my God.

What?

The motherlode, I can feel it.

- Here, let me help you. - No way! I called it.

What do you mean you called...? You can't call it.

What is it, second grade?

- Get out of here! - It's mine!

No, it's not, it's ours.

Am I alone here?

In feeling something?

No.

I don't know.

Uh... there's just...

kind of somebody back home.

At least I think there is.

You seem less than sure about it.

Well, when you do feel sure,

I'll be here.

In the garden.

You know, digging up giant potatoes.

Thanks.

It's still crooked.

Wow. More Ingrids.

You like it?

What's not to like?

And where have you been?

Oh, the gym.

Oh, Nathan's like a pro athlete since he defrosted.

He works out hours a day.

Wow, why doesn't he just become best friends with the gym?

Oh, wait, he can't.

Because he doesn't care about anyone.

I was gonna head back there again actually.

- Hey, you just got here. - Babe, you just got here.

I forgot the calves, so...

You know what, they do look pretty shrimpy.

Pathetic, really.

Do you want to come?

Yes! I can... Yes!

Absolutely.

Hup!

- Baby... Oh, my God! - Look alive! Look alive!

Okay, looks like it's just us, Grandmama.

I know, I know, okay? I'm sorry.

- I've been a shitty friend. - Oh, you think?

Got something to show you.

You do?

This is just sad.

Oh, okay, just listen to me.

A lot happened while I was in 2Gig, okay?

I was on the phone with Nora, trying to apologize.

Someone broke into her apartment.

- Oh, my God! - Tried to stab her.

- Oh, no! - I know, I had to take him out.

I'm sorry, what?

I mean, it was self-defense.

But still, don't tell anybody.

Of-of course not!

My God!

I just, I have so many questions.

Yeah, so do I.

Who's this guy?

Oh...

Just some guy she met on Nitely.

Okay, now I worry.

It's been a month.

No clues. What if they found her?

Or she moved on.

Hey, who am I kidding, like she could just move on from you.

So how are things with Ingrid?

- Mm. Ingrid, yeah. - She's hot.

She uploaded for me.

Fuck, man.

It's like every girl who likes you winds up dead.

Well, it's lunch in ten minutes.

I'm gonna go freshen up.

Uh, hey, you know what, I'm actually gonna check something.

- Uh, one sec. - Oh.

Choose your avatar.

- Hi. - Hi.

Can we talk?

Yeah.

I probably freaked you out.

By showing up here.

It was...

I guess, impulsive.

And maybe a little controlling.

And I'm sorry.

Before I got here,

did you... meet anyone?

Did you fall in love with another upload?

Kind of.

I had feelings for someone.

But...

it's over.

Ow.

Please, please don't scream.

I'm not gonna scream, I'm not gonna scream.

I mean, I figured as much.

You're great.

A lot of people are gonna love you.

Just not as much as me.

- You uploaded for me. - Yeah, I did.

I know that you changed since coming here,

but I can, too.

You'll see.

I'm gonna earn your love back.

Okay?

I'm here now.

And I'm here to love you, I'm not the bad guy.

And neither are you.

Nora Antony.

Want a drink?

Hey, it's...

it's me again, um...

God, I really don't want to say this on the phone.

I've wanted so badly to say it back to you that day, Nora.

I love you, too.

You're smart.

You're funny.

You're beautiful, you...

you always see the best in people.

I didn't deserve someone like that.

Still don't.

Now I need to accept that...

you don't want to talk to me anymore.

I'm sorry for getting you into this mess.

Wherever you are,

I hope you're safe.

Goodbye, Angel.

Phantom ping.

I haven't had one of those in ages.