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You didn't pour my drink?

You're a big boy, Alan.

Pour it yourself.

Building up some courage, little man?

Have some more of your drink before you judge me, whore.

Might hurt a little less when I slap the shit out of ya.

Feeling better now?

No, not even close.

I am not afraid of you.

Is that all you've got?

You want some more, slut?

Maybe.

You're starting to like it, aren't ya?

Maybe.

Anyone else slap you around like this?

Everyone does.

And you like it, don't you?

Mm-hmm.

Does it turn you on?

Yes.

How's that?

Too hard for ya, slut?

Nothing is too hard for me.

Yeah?

Not even my cock?

Bring it if you have it.

Little man.

Ooh, sounds like you're begging to be fucked, you cunt.

I haven't been fucked by a real man in a long time.

Get that ass up in the air for me.

You wanna fuck me from behind

so you don't have to look at me?

How else do you expect me to stay hard?

Is that how your daddy used to do it to you?

He was a real man.

He did it much harder than that.

Well, damn, girl.

I don't know who's gamin' who anymore.

Please don't break the moment, Alan.

Keep on going.

Right, got it.

Susan, back to your last comment.

He was a real man.

He did it much harder than that.

Shut up, you worthless piece of shit.

I bet he didn't fuck you the way I'm gonna.

Yeah, how's that?

You feel that banging around inside you?

Uh-huh.

You liking that, you dirty cunt?

Uh-huh.

That's right, baby.

Take it like I know you can.

That was a hell of a jolt.

Thank you for a very stimulating session, Alan.

Good session, kids.

You see this?

Got the bruising under the skin mechanism

working much better now.

It's gonna darken over the next day or so

and actually open up a little bit like a real wound.

It's pretty amazing, huh?

Super.

Next, we'll figure out how to get

the black eye looking right.

It's not there yet.

It's hard to do subtle work around the eyes.

What about crying?

That's much easier to deal with.

Do you like to see tears during sex?

Yeah, turns me on to see a chick cry.

I can't be the only one that feels that way.

Well, we're getting a lot of people

that have started to request that feature.

I don't know how the word gets out

to the backers so quickly.

Well, this isn't necessarily a gig

I go around bragging about.

Not yet, anyway, but when my lovely ladies

help change the world for the better,

you're gonna be remembered as the Neil Armstrong

of doll fuckers.

Mark my words.

One small slap for man, huh?

You ready for the next level, spaceman?

Who would that be?

I think it's time to move her

out of this controlled environment

and into some real world conditions.

Sure, I guess that makes sense.

I'd be happy to subsidize your rent

for as long as you're willing to live with her.

Shit, Gil, I don't know if I want my neighbors

to know about this shit, man.

My walls are paper thin, you know what I mean?

You know, now that I think about it,

I do have a private residence in upstate New York.

I hardly ever go there.

It's a beautiful place.

It's got a big backyard.

No immediate neighbors around to bother you.

It's beautiful this time of the year.

It's perfect.

All right.

Let's make this thing happen, Gil.

Right.

Hey there, lady.

Yeah, I'm just getting ready to go in.

You remember Alan, right?

Right, yeah, I think you two only met at the wedding.

It's been a long time since.

Never been to a wake before.

It feels pretty damn weird.

Yeah.

All right.

Thanks for giving me strength, babe.

Okay, okay, I think I'm ready to give this a shot.

All right, I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

Derek, is that you?

Gil.

Wow.

It's good to see you.

Ah, same here, fella.

You look the same.

Ah, since when have I ever changed?

It's a goddamn shame this Is what had to happen

to bring us back together again.

I've been out of touch with Alan for a while as well.

Last time I saw him in person was at my wedding.

That was seven years ago.

Any insight as to what was going on with him?

I mean, however long it was since I last saw him,

Alan was absolutely the last person in the world

that I would think would ever consider taking his own life.

I wholeheartedly agree, and I don't have a clue.

He loved the work we were doing.

He seemed to have a smile on his face

for every occasion, no matter what.

This is more than just a sad event.

It's a shocking one.

Suicides are always shocking, even when they're not.

You're too smart to be working as a glorified cab driver.

Those apps are a lifesaver, Gil.

You're the tech guy.

I'd be flat broke otherwise.

I can drive, I get paid.

I'm gonna find you some real work, pally.

You should've come to me, Derek.

I don't shake down old friends

for employment opportunities.

It's not my style.

These are harsh times, my friend.

We gotta stick together and help each other out.

I'm not gonna lose track of you so easily this time.

Lousy fate's brought us back together again.

Agreed.

Did you get the money I sent?

Good, good.

It's the best I can do this week.

It's been a little slow,

but I'm taking whatever gigs I can get.

No, no, no, no, no, no, don't worry about me.

I held on to some of it so I can get some decent food

and take care of myself.

All right, give the little one a kiss from me, okay?

Goodnight, hon.

Not your first time, is it?

I can tell someone's been digging through the trash lately.

So next time you come inside,

I'll give you a hearty bowl of soup and a drink.

Okay?

Thank you.

I spent almost every day with Alan

for the last seven months.

I helped him make it through some harsh financial times.

Harsh times, indeed.

Agrees the man living out of his car

when he's not driving around passengers for cash.

I didn't realize things were that rough for you, Derek.

It looks like I got a job opening now.

You mean Alan's old job?

Yeah.

Doing what exactly?

State-of-the-art sex dolls

are not only socially acceptable nowadays,

but also highly priced luxury items.

All right, not the conversation I was expecting.

Sorry.

Innovation thrives on the element of surprise.

Not everyone buys a doll like this for sex.

Some people want companionship,

someone to talk to, share a tender moment with.

It's a frustrating way to live your life.

You might imagine someone living with you

In that kind of lifestyle has a lot of steam to blow off,

no?

Someone like that needs a companion for more than just sex.

They have intense feelings and pent-up emotions

welling up inside them.

Those feelings need to be expressed

before they do something dangerous to themselves

or the people around them.

Interesting.

That's why we're developing a sex doll

that can take and reacts to punishment, physical abuse.

The true innovation here

Is the bruising technology we've developed.

When you hit one of our ladies, a welt develops.

The skin bloats, it changes color, et cetera.

You've never seen anything like it.

Spanking the soft ass of one of our ladies

Is gonna make it turn bright red and leave a handprint.

And this is what you had Alan doing?

Spanking dolls?

That's a gross oversimplification,

but I would say it's an important aspect

of a much more substantial job.

Is this yours?

Come and get it.

What's your name, fella?

Bobby.

You don't have to be so nervous around strangers, Bobby.

Thanks, mister.

Call me Uncle Gil, everybody does.

I don't think I can make a decision until I see it.

What are you concerned about?

| just, | don't know how I'll react to-

- Our prototype?

Her name is Susan.

I can't make a decision until I meet Susan.

Is it weird that I don't wanna wake her?

You can't.

She's currently only responsive to my voice.

She's neutral to the outside world until

I call her by name.

My God.

Is she breathing?

She sure is.

Her eyeballs are moving underneath the lids?

Simulating REM state sleep patterns.

When you wake up next to her in the middle of the night,

she's dreaming.

What is she dreaming?

About being with you, of course.

Or whomever her benefactor is.

She dreams of being awake and spending

all of her time with you.

God damn, you are one hell of a salesman, Gil.

I'm not a salesman.

I'm an intermediary looking to bring people together.

We've developed a faux mucus membrane material

that's laced around the anus and vagina

to keep all the orifices soft and moist.

We're also using the same material

around the exposed edges as well.

That's important.

Mouth, eyelids, ear, nostril holes,

all feel very much alive.

Keep the eyes dewy when she blinks?

All that, and if you hit her hard enough,

it means she can cry artificial tears.

Faint heartbeat pulsing.

Thoracic mobility of the ribcage

to accompany slow breathing.

You can sense the friction of the pseudopores

on your fingertips if you slide your hand down her arm.

It's not latex, it's silicone.

That's kind of spooky how real it feels, isn't it?

Those arms and hands are capable

of a full range of movement.

She can pick up and manipulate things

with a wide range of dexterity.

It's a whole new sensation, I'll give you that.

She's secreting a specially designed pheromone

to make her more attractive to humans.

What do you think?

It's very warm, musky, with a touch of floral.

The subtle illusions of life

are the most difficult ones to achieve.

It really is like having a brain fog

that obscures rational thought.

I mean, it's hard not to give in to the urge

to touch her all over.

What's with the scars?

We just found it easier to cut them off.

Cut out some of the excess breast material

instead of creating an entirely new torso.

The boys in the lab refer to her affectionately

as Black Eyed Susan, but don't tell her that.

She's got beautiful legs.

They're just for show though.

She can cross and spread in it,

but we haven't worked the balance out for her to walk yet.

Honestly, we may never figure that one out.

At least for it to make it look natural or sexy.

We've also developed an adaptive

artificial intelligence network.

So she'll learn from her experience

the way humans do.

And that's where you and what you'll do come into play.

Now the job is yours if you want it,

but I have to know as soon as possible

if I'm gonna stay on schedule with her development.

I do admit to being intrigued.

Me?

Well, it looks like I'm starting a new job tomorrow.

Pays pretty well.

No, it's not driving.

It's for my old friend Gil.

Yeah, yeah, that Gil.

Yeah, he had an opening.

It's Alan's old job.

So I feel a bit shit about it.

It's one more reason I've not

broken out the champagne to celebrate.

Just feel sad about it.

He was a good guy.

Better than I've ever been.

Thanks for the support.

I appreciate it.

Amanda, I want you to meet

the newest member of our team.

His name is Derek and he's gonna be taking over

for where Alan left off.

Hello, Amanda.

Hello, Derek.

Let me ask you some questions, Derek.

Of course.

Have you ever engaged in a BDSM relationship

with a member of same or opposite sex?

No.

Have you ever craved that kind of relationship?

No.

S&M, I thought this was more geared

towards domestic abuse issues.

We've developed different software modes

for her to transition between

depending on the client needs.

Please don't worry.

We're not confusing abuse with consensual practices,

but I do want to have some idea of your arousal history

while working up a preliminary psychological profile.

No, of course not.

Have you ever hit a person, male or female,

to satisfy your own pleasure?

Well, I punched a kid once in high school

who was giving me shit.

Does that count?

Did you enjoy the act?

I wouldn't say enjoy,

but I was satisfied when I knocked him on his ass.

Was that Johnny Haliday?

Oh yeah.

Punk had it coming.

Thank you for sharing, Gil.

Please let Derek respond.

Yes, dear.

Currently divorced?

Separated, not officially divorced.

And a daughter?

Yes.

Have you ever hit either of them?

Not intentionally, no.

Could you be a little clearer about that, please?

Insurance purposes.

No, not really. Um...

Let's just say no one got hurt, all right?

It's, I was drunk.

It's family history and all is forgiven.

I think that's enough concerning that line

of questioning, Amanda.

Please continue.

Do you think you'll be comfortable

hitting a device that looks like a human?

I don't honestly know.

But you're hoping so?

- Yes. - Because?

I need the work.

And do you think this kind of work

will in any way compromise any personal beliefs

you might have?

About?

Hitting a woman?

But I'm not hitting a woman.

I'll be hitting a device that happens to look like a woman.

Good.

The concern here is arousal.

If the foreplay of hitting our device

doesn't stimulate arousal,

then how will you be able to initiate

sexual activity with it?

Well, I've seen the device up close

and I have found it attractive enough

to take a swing at, so to speak.

We could sit around here all morning asking questions

and we can just go ahead and begin testing.

I for one would prefer to deal with this

In a real world scenario instead of prejudicing Derek

towards any preconceived notions of what he should

or should not expect from his interactions.

It's an intellectual exercise until I'm either turned on

or turned off, no?

Agreed, if you're ready to give it a try.

All right, let's do this.

Gear up, Amanda, let's see where the day takes us.

Where is she gonna be during all this?

Inside Susan's head, watching and listening.

Judging.

What was that?

I said, and reacting.

Susan will be the one reacting.

Amanda's just there to make sure

things don't get too out of hand.

For the device or for me?

Good morning.

I poured you a scotch.

It's a little bit early for a drink, isn't it?

If I've displeased you,

perhaps you will want to punish me.

It's just a drink that's gonna sit there

untouched for a while.

Perhaps we are testing each other.

Perhaps.

Aren't you curious to see what happens when you hit me?

Yeah, I kinda am.

Then you should hit me, asshole.

Put your drink down first.

Are you worried about making a mess?

Well, it's a nice couch.

My balance is good enough.

You can slap me and I will still be holding my drink.

Go ahead and try it, if you're not afraid.

I'm not afraid.

Strike me.

A girl always remembers the first time that you hit her.

Not bad.

And I'm still holding my drink.

That's nothing compared to what you can do

if you're man enough.

Shit.

Why are you provoking me?

Do you not like it?

Not really.

Good.

Asshole.

I'm not finished with my drink.

Shut up.

Make me shut up.

What's the matter?

You afraid of hurting your dainty little hand?

Very good.

Did you want to see if I could bleed?

Shit.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Go ahead and taste my blood.

What?

Kiss me and taste my blood.

Oh my God.

Tastes like real blood.

Everything about me tastes real.

Go ahead and lick my cunt and you'll see.

I'm not freaking you out, am I?

Please stop laughing at me.

Make me stop laughing.

Okay.

You win this time.

I thought you'd be tougher than that.

I'm as tough as you want me to be, Derek.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

How do you feel?

It's a little bit awkward, to say the least.

Definitely confused.

Tiny bit nauseous.

Also maybe a little bit excited.

You mean aroused?

Aroused, excited, whichever term you prefer.

There's something wonderfully transgressive

about hitting somebody with impunity.

Isn't there?

Yeah, I guess so.

The intimacy of the act,

it's like nothing else in the world.

Come on, let's get you washed up.

Thank you for a very stimulating session, Derek.

How do you feel things went today, Derek?

Any residual feelings of discomfort?

I think I'm still processing the whole thing,

to be honest.

Not sure how I feel yet.

There is no wrong response.

Confused?

A little surprised?

Surprised because?

As the old saying goes,

I didn't know I had it in me.

And we've only just started to scratch

the surface of what you'll be asked to do with the device.

Susan, yeah, I think now that we've had some interaction,

I'd prefer to refer to her as Susan.

Hey there.

Yeah, a little bit earlier than expected,

but I'm not complaining.

I don't know, do I not sound fine?

I think I sound fine.

No, I'm not drinking...

much, it's just a little sand down the edges.

Don't tell me you still don't.

Uh, I'll tell you about it later, okay?

It's hard to explain without it sounding

like the worst thing ever.

Hey...

listen, did...

Did I ever do anything you'd consider

abusive when we were together,

like physically or emotionally?

I was never a bad person, was 1?

No, no.

What?

Sure, sure, we had our share of blowouts, sure.

I seem to remember you being the more forceful one

In those arguments, though.

Yeah,

that one time, yeah, I guess.

But I was drunk, and you forgave me,

and it never happened again, and it never will.

I still feel ashamed about it, though.

Yeah, all right, give her a kiss from me, okay?

Good night.

Can we do this session without Amanda?

To be honest, I've been holding back

because I feel a bit awkward.

It's a bold request after only a single week.

Yeah, I know.

What exactly is bothering you, Derek?

I mean, I thought things had been going quite well,

but are you feeling like this is a bad fit for you?

It's not bad.

When I look in Susan's eyes,

I can feel Amanda's eyes staring at me through them,

and that's been holding me back,

emotionally and physically,

and I feel like without that element added

to an already confusing mix,

I'll be able to function better,

and give you more of the results you're looking for.

So, you don't wanna have sex with Susan

while you're being watched?

It feels more like being judged than being watched.

I mean, how do you think you would do

under the circumstances?

Well, when you put it that way, it makes sense.

Okay, you get a free pass for today.

Thanks, Gil.

Come on, let's go do this.

Get on your knees, Derek.

Okay.

Now come closer to me.

Now put your fingers into my cunt.

Uh...

Sure you're ready for that?

My cunt is quite moist, Derek,

and it's eager for your fingers to be inside of it.

That feels nice, doesn't it?

Hot and juicy.

Is that how you like it, Derek?

Yes, it is.

Can you feel me clenching myself around you?

Yes.

It's a tight cunt, isn't it?

I don't-

- You wanna fuck that cunt, don't you?

I want to hear you say it.

Call me by name, and tell me that you need to fuck my cunt.

I'm not really comfortable with this.

Please explain.

My fingers are dripping wet.

That's because I enjoyed what you were doing to me.

That is a perfectly arousing fragrance.

Go ahead and taste it.

No, I'm good, thanks.

May I taste it?

Taste it?

Can you really taste?

No, of course not.

What am I thinking?

You know, you are so good, you got me confused.

Just put those fingers that you had inside of me

into my mouth, and let us pretend

I can experience the flavor.

Yeah, I have been curious about that mouth of yours.

That feels amazingly realistic.

Mm-hmm.

Ow, what the hell is wrong with you?

Please don't hit me anymore.

What?

Please stop hitting me, Derek, I love you.

Okay, the session is now over.

They're cold.

Nobody's perfect.

Derek, please cut to my next scene.

I'll be in my office immediately.

I'm sorry to call you out of the blue like this, Amanda,

but I need you to take a look at the data

from this morning's session.

Some interesting stuff has come up.

I just sent it all to you in a zip file.

Oh, was this their first time together

without my supervision?

Yes.

So, what's different?

When he pulled back to slap her, she blocked him.

Then she rebelled against his scenario and started to cry.

Cry or shed tears?

You're correct, shedding tears

would be the more accurate description.

There was no heaving or sobbing involved.

Interesting.

It was a borderline legitimate emotional response.

That's new to her programming.

What emotion was she trying to convey?

I'm not sure, to be honest.

You have any suggestions, Derek?

Shame, I guess.

Why would you think that?

Because I felt ashamed

and I think she was mirroring what I was feeling.

Mirroring?

That's a very precise evaluation of the moment.

I'm basing it off something she said to me

the first time we were together.

She said, "I can be as tough as you want me to be."

And I feel like she was reading me

and responding to my responses.

Hmm.

What do you think about that, Amanda?

Pretty compelling.

Could add a whole new wrinkle to the Al

if Susan starts to mirror her partner.

Yes, I agree.

It's a whole new area of study.

All right, I'm gonna have the rest of the data

sent out to you post-haste

and I look forward to hearing your thoughts about it

after you look it over.

Talk later.

I'm concerned about this turn of events.

I really need this gig.

I'm running on fumes, Gil, literally.

I hear you, my friend.

I wanna help you out any way I can.

Maybe we've reached a point in her development

where she needs to be in constant contact with a subject

instead of scheduled visitations.

Breaks in continuity may be holding her back

from reaching her full development in a timely manner.

Sure, yeah, I understand.

I guess I can't ask you to move

in with you at your place.

Not unless you want her living in the back of a car.

Yeah, that's not what I'm looking for.

Although, I do have a lovely place in upstate New York

that I don't get to very much.

It used to be my parents' place.

It'd be easy enough to retrofit it a bit

to make it comfortable for the both of you and...

There's lots of privacy.

I think you'd appreciate that.

Susan, wake up.

This is not a scheduled visitation, Derek.

I have something called a surprise for you.

Do you understand the word surprise?

I do as a concept, not as an actual experience.

Well, then I'm going to expand your horizons

In an unexpected way.

Does this intrigue you?

Yes, as far as I understand the definition

of the word intrigue.

You still have a lot to learn, don't you?

Yes.

Do you want to hit me?

No.

Are you demonstrating affection now

in order to surprise me with a punch

when I'm not expecting it?

Is this the surprise you are referring to?

No.

Well, then I am surprised to hear that.

Susan, please initiate sleep mode.

She didn't even notice I was in the room.

She only has eyes for you now, Derek.

I could swear to you she's shivering.

It's probably just your own hands shaking.

Susan, wake up.

First time in a car?

No.

Okay, not the answer I was expecting.

Why did you add more sound?

Huh?

It's music.

The car engine and the wind and your breathing

and all the other cars on the road

are a lot of sound already.

Please explain why you have added more.

This is piano music by a composer named Beethoven.

I do not know piano.

I do not know Beethoven.

I'm not sure what to say.

You don't know what music is.

I do not know what music is.

Okay.

This is music.

It's beautiful sound that makes you feel things.

I mean, emotionally.

Makes you feel special things when you listen to it.

I am listening.

It has a rhythm to it that is different

from the rhythm of the car engine.

Are you saying the engine, the music

sounds similar to you?

Not similar, but they are both based

on recurring numerical patterns.

I find the music confusing

as the tempo keeps changing.

The car engine is more comforting.

Comforting.

Interesting word choice.

This is a machine that makes music?

Well, no, it doesn't make music.

This is a device that picks up signals

in the air and plays them through the speaker.

So the music is in the air all around us.

Yeah, yeah.

You understand wireless signals?

Yes, they are essential to my functioning.

My batteries are continually recharging

through a wireless connection.

Well, I can change the station.

We can listen to other music if you'd like.

No, thank you.

I do not need to listen to music.

Gil thinks of everything, doesn't he?

I'm gonna put these charging units in the living room.

It can wait.

This room is good.

Please come lie next to me now.

Yeah, sure.

Just a minute.

What are you doing?

Well, cleaning you up a bit.

It's so difficult not to touch you.

It's been a long day for you.

Would you like to engage in sexual activity with me now?

I sure would.

But I am exhausted.

How's about...

We wait until morning.

Get some sleep first.

What will I do while you're sleeping?

Do you dream?

I will dream of you fucking me.

You do have a one-track mind, don't you?

You have seen me naked and had your fingers inside of me,

but I've never seen you naked.

That's true.

Do you wanna see me naked?

Yes.

Why?

Because I love you.

Well.

I hope you're not too disappointed.

I am not.

I like this mode you're in right now.

You're more concerned, caring.

My reaction index is currently set to shuffle.

I can lock onto this mode for now if you prefer.

Yes, please, that would be perfect.

Please do not put me in sleep mode.

Why?

Because I would like to watch you sleep.

Okay.

I'd like that a lot, Susan.

Thank you, Derek.

What are you doing, Derek?

Well, I am shaving.

It's been a long time

since I had a nice, clean bathroom all to myself.

You look good with a white beard.

This is shaving cream.

When I'm done, all my skin will be

smooth and hairless.

Do you prefer hairless?

You can shave my armpits and my cunt

if that would please you.

Oh, you're good, thank you.

Can I see the device you're using on your face?

Sure.

Be careful, it's sharp.

What part of the mechanism is this?

That's the blade.

I drag it along my skin

and it removes the tiny hairs on my face.

You're right, the edges are very sharp.

Just be careful, don't cut yourself.

What do you think would happen if I did cut myself?

I don't know.

I do not know either.

Well, don't cut yourself to find out.

I won't.

I have a different idea.

In my memory, I have a game called Trust.

Have you ever played it?

No, I'm not even sure how it is played.

Watch me, I'll show you.

What the fuck?

Now kiss me, Derek.

What?

Kiss me.

Show me that you trust me

and I will repay you for having earned that trust.

This is weird.

Have you switched modes since last night or?

I have not.

Now come and kiss me, Derek.

You're going to have to do better than that.

That's a little bit better.

Now I want you to put your tongue inside me.

Oh yeah, I think we're done.

No, I really want us to trust each other

in this new place.

Now come kiss me in a more serious manner.

Goddamn, you smell good.

Do you trust me now?

Yes.

Good.

Now stand up.

Do you want to put that inside me now?

Yes, finally.

Good.

I want you to put it inside me now.

What are you doing?

No, no, Susan, do not bite me there.

That's a command.

Wow,

that feels great.

Don't worry.

It's my blood.

I have a number of bleeding zones in strategic locations.

If you're good to me,

next time I will swallow your discharge.

Morning.

Just checking in to see how you two are doing.

She's become a bit unpredictable.

Not in a bad way, though.

You think Pinocchio's becoming a real boy?

She's cultivating a forcefulness

and some independence that was not expected.

It must be the change of scenery.

Shuffling between reaction modes

giving you different results?

Not much.

She's pretty aggressive.

But there's an awkward tenderness underneath it all,

even when she says the most vile things.

Well, as you pointed out,

she seems to feed off the perceptions and expectations

of the people around her,

SO maybe you're just seeing yourself

reflected in her actions.

Whatever it is, she seems almost as real

as anyone I've ever met.

Well, then you're doing good work, Derek.

Keep me posted.

Sure thing.

Look what I found.

I found at the back of a closet.

What are they?

They are crutches.

They help people to walk.

How do they work?

You see how I'm using them

to hold the weight of my body,

shifting from one leg to another?

Yeah, I think you might be able to do the same thing

so that you could move around on your own

if you wanted to.

They do not look very stable.

Okay, well, maybe I'm not doing a great job selling them,

but let's give it a try, huh?

I will try if you want me to, Derek.

I need you to trust me like I trusted you, okay?

Yes, we must both trust each other.

Good, let's do this together.

Okay.

All right.

Okay.

All right.

All right, you're a little bit wobbly.

My legs are for spreading, not standing.

See?

You're starting to get some balance.

I do not feel balanced.

Well, you're standing on your own.

I don't think I can do this for much longer.

All right, come on.

I'm gonna try to help you walk, okay?

Yes.

Susan, you're so close to taking your first steps.

Now do the same thing, but with the other foot

and keep the weight of your body here.

See?

You did it.

You took your first steps, Susan.

How does it feel to be able to move around on your own?

Can we stop doing this now?

I do not have balance.

Okay.

I'm so proud of you, thank you.

Can't find the words, little man?

Have you forgotten how to talk to a lady?

Your manners are disgusting.

That's no way to treat a lady, you pig.

Fuck me, now.

You certainly have a way with words, don't you?

Go away, little piggy.

Fuck, that hurt.

Are you out of your mind?

What are you looking for from me?

Sympathy?

You're disgusting.

You've been crying.

How are you feeling, Derek?

I can't sleep.

You know what, let's...

let's get you dressed too, okay?

Are you tired of seeing me naked?

No.

Never.

Just needs to be this way, okay?

Here we go, yeah.

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

Just, just leave it, okay?

All right, thank you.

Whatever you want is fine with me, Derek.

Can you feel me touching you?

Yes, I have sensors everywhere.

Incredible.

Are you going to admire me or fuck me?

I'm good for now, thanks.

I'm here for you to fuck or hit whenever you want.

I know, thank you.

Thank you, Derek.

Is this your first time away from home?

No.

Really?

When was your first time?

Three months ago.

Where'd you go?

Here.

With who?

How'd you get here?

With Alan.

He drove me.

Huh.

I didn't know you and Alan came here.

We were here together.

Three months ago is when Alan died.

He died here.

He died here and this is where Gil sent us?

Alan thought it was beautiful here.

So do you.

What room did he die in?

In this room.

How did he die?

He hanged himself with a rope.

Were you there when it happened?

Yes.

You see it?

Yes.

You tried to stop him?

I did not try to stop him.

I did not understand what he was doing

and I didn't know he was going to hurt himself.

Fuck.

We did not fuck.

That's not what I meant.

If you like,

you can play my recorded memory and watch it.

No, I do not.

Do you know why he did it?

He became very upset.

Upset about what?

We talked about our future together.

Did he love you?

He said he loved me.

Did you love him?

I love you, Derek.

He didn't come all this way to kill himself.

Was he upset when you two were traveling together?

He was happy until we got here.

Then he got angry.

Why did he get angry?

What made him angry?

I did.

What did you do to make him angry?

He asked me a series of questions

and I answered them.

What questions?

Questions about what comes next.

And what did you say?

I told him what comes next.

Which was what?

The children come next.

What?

Children?

This doesn't make any sense.

Are you telling me you were created

to eventually make children?

That is not possible.

It is the children that have been created like me

and have my artificial intelligence in them.

They are the Pedopals.

Pedopals?

What the fuck is a Pedopal?

I do not want to tell you.

Why not?

Because it made Alan hurt himself.

And you're afraid I'm gonna hurt myself?

I do not want you to hurt yourself.

Please hurt me instead.

Hey there, Derek.

How's it going?

Are you alone?

I'm in the backseat of a limo on the way to a fancy party

with some of my biggest contributors, so mostly alone.

What's up?

Well, I've been here talking.

Susan has made me aware of some things

that I found surprising.

I'm not quite sure what you're talking about.

The ultimate goal of this project.

The ultimate goal of this project

Is to sell a lot of pretty lady robots

to people that can beat the shit out of them

if they want to or need to.

Right, right, right, right.

That's this project.

What about next project,

the one that this is the first step towards?

Oh, I don't know.

You're getting to a kind of gray area now.

I mean, this one is barely Into public consciousness yet.

It's gonna be a long, bumpy road

trying to convince people this technology

isn't the tool of the devil or some crap like that.

Uh-huh.

And where do Pedopals fall on that timeline?

How'd you find out about that?

I told you.

Susan and I have been talking.

Pedopals is how we refer to the project internally.

Listen, Derek, this is top secret dynamite.

Can we please put off discussing this now

and talk about it another time instead?

Why?

So you can come up with some fancy excuses?

No, no, I think I'd like to do it now

while you're still squirming.

Do you have any idea what the recidivism rate

is for child molesters?

Conservative estimates are in the range of 35%.

And the rate could be even significantly higher than that

depending on whether they've committed

any other previous offenses.

Sounds pretty awful, doesn't it?

Yeah, it sure does.

Well, the intention of Bad Little Billy

is to create a child doll that can take

the same kind of abuse that you're dishing out to Susan.

Fucking hell.

You can't be serious.

What I'm serious about Is eliminating physical

and sexual abuse of fellow human beings

by providing surrogates to people who need them.

I mean, catering to their fashion

in a way that prevents them from hurting other people

Is a goddamn noble goal.

I have a daughter, for Christ's sakes.

How could you get me involved in this kind of shit?

Well, Susan could have been someone's daughter,

but you have no problem beating the crap out of her,

do you?

I mean, at what age does somebody's daughter

suddenly become hit table, Derek?

Let me know what the cutoff is,

and maybe we can continue this discussion

in a logical manner, because right now,

it sounds to me like you're trying to hide

behind a double standard.

I don't even know what to say.

That's because there is nothing to say.

This is my project.

You're an important cog in the machinery,

but you're still just a cog.

Once these are out of the gate and in the marketplace,

I absolve you of any philosophical sins

you're heaping on yourself.

I'll wrestle with all the moral questions myself,

and I'll deal with them

at the appropriate board meetings.

You are a spineless bastard, Gil.

Billy, are you okay?

I'm scared, Uncle Gil.

Don't be.

I'm gonna introduce you to a lot of nice men

who are gonna wanna be your friend.

Are they gonna hit me too?

Probably not tonight, but maybe soon.

Okay, good.

I want them to love me too.

Excellent response, Billy.

You're learning quickly.

Your bruises look like they're healing nicely too.

Just in time to meet everybody.

What are you looking at?

If you drink the rest of that bottle,

you will feel sick and hurt yourself.

How do you know that?

When Alan finished his bottle, he got sick.

You mean before he killed himself?

Yes.

Am I following the same pattern Alan did

after he found out about little beat-me-up Billy pedo pal?

Yes.

Are you concerned?

I do not want you to kill yourself like Alan did.

He call Gil like I did?

No.

No, of course not, of course not.

It's just like Alan.

To turn everything into himself

instead of letting off some steam.

He held back too damn much, and that's what killed him.

He did not hold back with me.

He hit me much harder than you do.

Oh, did he?

Really?

Oh, well, I guess you just opened him up after all,

didn't you?

It is what I was created for.

You can hit me as hard as you want

if it will help make you feel better.

You must have a pretty low opinion of humanity, huh?

Create machines like you in our image

just to beat the shit out of 'em.

I was created for a specific function,

and I am satisfied when that function is carried out.

Please hit me, Derek.

All right.

All right.

All right.

Let's put you to the test.

Jesus, did I break you?

I am not broken.

I am waiting.

Please hit me again.

I'm fucking angry, I don't know what to do.

You can hit me until you're not angry anymore.

It is what I am here for.

You are breakable, aren't you?

Everything is breakable.

Of course, of course.

But what if I tear your fucking head off and crush it, huh?

Will your body still function

like some kind of mechanical cockroach?

No.

What if I destroy you, Susan?

Will the Susan mechanism cease to exist?

I am just a machine.

The personality you know as Susan

will continue to exist on external servers.

I am in the air around you,

just like the music you listen to.

That was a good one, Derek.

Did Alan do this before he killed himself?

Yes.

Did Alan think destroying your body would kill you?

I don't know.

Maybe he didn't care.

Kinda like I don't care right now, either.

I want you to punch me now.

No way.

I'm not hurting myself like that.

I'd break my fucking hand

with all the punching I wanna do right now.

Are you feeling better now?

Please continue to hit me if it satisfies you.

No, I'm done with all that.

Then what are you going to do to me?

Something new, special.

A surprise?

Exactly.

Hello?

Derek, I can see what you're doing.

This Amanda?

Yes.

Well, what do you have to say?

I want to let you know that destroying Susan

won't make any difference in the overall scheme of things.

The Al will continue with all the knowledge

it's gained from working with you

and it will be deposited into a new casing.

I know.

I just don't care.

Then what good

will destroying the mechanism achieve?

Well, it'll make me feel a lot better.

That's all I really need this morning.

What are you going to do to me?

I'm gonna burn the witch.

We both know she's not a witch, Derek.

How long have you been watching us?

It's an expensive prototype, Derek.

Gil would be disappointed

if I didn't fight for her just a little bit.

Watch this.

Goodbye to you,

Gil,

poor, developing Susan.

She's really the only one I should've spared.

She taught me to hate myself a lot less than you.

For that,

I am grateful to her.

Subtitles: edit & timing by Cuvio