Thing of beauty.
Good morning, sir!
Yet another on-time delivery from--
Get the hell out of my face, canner.
Have a nice day!
And we believe our Destination Anywhere package to be the best value.
Let us take you to your dream destination aboard our orbital spaceplane, the X-82.
Try Jazztown īs synthetic Chicago-style pizza. Tastes as good as you remember.
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Your children will love the new colors too!
-Excuse me, sir. -Total performance.
Total readiness. Total security.
So goodbye to upgrades and service calls.
An uplink to USRīs central computer...
...provides this state-of-the-art robot with new programs daily.
The Nestor Class 5 is tomorrowīs robot today.
Spoon! Spoonie!
Hold up. Hold on! Excuse me, excuse me.
-Spoon, where you been at? -Just away, Farber.
Oh, yeah, away? Like vacation? Thatīs nice.
l got a favor to ask. l need to borrow your car.
This is different. l got this fine-ass yummy-- She is complete and agreeable.
l mean, ass-hot spankable.
-What does that even mean? -You know what it means.
-Let me get the damn-ass keys. -First of all. . .
-. . .stop cussing. Youīre not good at it. -Give me 1 0 for the bus, then, man.
-Go home. -Thatīs strike one, Spoon. Strike one!
This is such a valuable day....
You talk to Marci?
No, Gigi, l havenīt talked to Marci.
When l was coming up, we didnīt just marry someone. . .
. . .then divorce them, then not talk to them.
Del, donīt play with me.
l bet if l stopped cooking, youīd call Marci.
Boy, what is that on your feet?
Converse All Stars, vintage 2004.
Donīt turn your face up. l know you want some. Just ask.
No, thank you very much.
-Sweet potato pie. -Put that on a plate.
līve seen on TV theyīre giving away some of them new robots in the lottery.
You know, Gigi, those robots donīt do anybody any good.
Of all the people on Godīs earth, you should know better.
Sometimes the stuff that comes out of your mouth!
You listening to me, Del?
Hey!
Hold my pie. Sir, hold it or wear it.
Move!
Freeze!
Hey! Stop!
Stop!
l said, stop!
Relax. Relax.
līm a police officer.
You. . .
. . .are an asshole.
-Maīam, is that your purse? -Of course itīs my purse.
l left my inhaler at home. He was running it out to me.
l saw a robot running with the purse and assumed--
What? Are you crazy?
-līm sorry for this misunderstanding. -Donīt apologize.
Youīre doing what youīre supposed to do. But what are you doing?
Have a lovely day, maīam.
Youīre lucky l canīt breathe, or līd walk all up and down your ass.
Lead by example.
lt says that right on your badge.
-We gonna talk about this? -About what?
""Help! Police! That robot stole my dry cleaning! ""
Oh, you wanna talk about that.
Detective. . .
-. . .how many robots snatch purses? -John, the thing is running--
How many robots in the world. . .
-. . .have ever committed a crime? -Define crime.
-Answer my question, damn it. -None, John.
Now tell me what happened today.
Nothing.
Better be the last nothing.
Spoon, are you sure you are ready to be back? Because you can take your time.
līm fine, John. Thank you.
Better here than sitting around at home.
Homicide. Spooner.
Please take the next exit to your right.
Welcome, Detective Spooner.
Welcome to U.S. Robotics. You have entered the garage-level lobby.
Please use the elevators for direct access to the main level concourse.
Thank you.
-Good to see you again, son. -Hello, doctor.
Everything that follows is a result of what you see here.
-ls there something you want to tell me? -līm sorry. My responses are limited.
You must ask the right questions.
Why did you call me?
l trust your judgment.
Normally, this wouldnīt require a homicide detective.
But then, our interactions have never been entirely normal, agreed?
You got that right.
ls there something you want to say to me?
līm sorry. My responses are limited.
You must ask the right questions.
Why would you kill yourself?
That, detective, is the right question.
Program terminated.
Goodbye, old man.
-Afternoon, boys. -Hey, detective.
-Enlighten me. -What you see is what you get:
Massive impact trauma.
U.S. Robotics. l gotta get my kid something.
-Anything upstairs? -Nada.
Door was security locked from the inside.
Wham, splat. The guyīs a jumper for sure.
We gotta be smart about this. Letīs deal with it later.
Detective.
Lawrence Robertson.
Richest man in the world. līve seen you on television.
-Can l offer you coffee? -Sure, why not. ltīs free, right?
l donīt think anyone saw this coming.
You know, l should have, l suppose. l knew him 20 years.
Alfred practically invented robotics. He wrote the Three Laws.
But l guess brilliant people often have the most persuasive demons.
-So whatever l can do to help-- -Sugar.
-līm sorry? -For the coffee.
Sugar?
You thought l was calling you ""sugar. "" Youīre not that rich.
-ltīs on the table. -Thank you.
When Lanning fell, he was holding the little green. . .?
-The holographic projector. -Right.
Why do you think Lanningīs hologram wouldīve called me?
-l assumed you knew him. -Yeah. l knew him.
Holograms are just prerecorded responses. . .
. . .designed to give the impression of intelligence.
This one was programmed to call you upon his suicide.
-Death. -līm sorry?
lt was programmed to call me in the event of Lanningīs death.
Suicide is a type of death, detective.
-Donīt misunderstand my impatience. -Oh, no. Go. Go.
A really big week for you folks around here.
You gotta put a robot in every home.
Look, this is not what l do, but l got an idea for one of your commercials.
You could see a carpenter making a beautiful chair.
Then one of your robots comes in and makes a better chair twice as fast.
Then you superimpose on the screen, ""USR: Shitting on the little guy. ""
That would be the fade-out.
Yeah, l see. l suppose your father lost his job to a robot.
Maybe youīd have banned the lnternet to keep the libraries open.
Prejudice never shows much reason.
No, you know, l suspect you simply donīt like their kind.
Well, you got a business to run around here.
The last thing you need, especially this week, is a dead guy in your lobby.
But, hell, seeing as how you got one, maybe līll look around.
Ask a few questions. Do the whole ""cop"" thing.
-līll send someone to escort you. -Thank you very much.
Lawrence told me to accommodate you in any way possible.
Really?
Okay.
l reviewed Dr. Lanningīs psych profile.
Alfred had become a recluse. He rejected human contact for machines.
So youīre a shrink, huh?
My ex-wife would sure be glad līm talking to you.
You donīt know her, do you?
līm sorry. Are you being funny?
l guess not.
Level 1 0.
So would you say that Dr. Lanning was suicidal?
lt would seem the answer to that is apparent.
Thatīs not what l asked you.
No. l wouldnīt have thought so.
But obviously l was wrong.
Thatīs a long way down.
You people sure do clean up quickly around here.
l canīt blame you. Who wants some old guy going bad in the lobby?
He was not ""some old guy. "" Alfred Lanning was everything here.
We are on the eve of the largest robotic distribution in history.
By Saturday, itīll be one robot to every five humans.
These robots are the realization of a dream. Dr. Lanningīs dream.
You know what, in that dream of his. . .
. . .l bet you he wasnīt dead.
-You keep 24-hour surveillance? -Obviously. Company policy.
-Where are the feeds? -Sensor strips.
Everywhere but the service areas.
They link to our positronic operating core.
Thermostat wasnīt good enough. You gave the building a brain.
She was actually Lanningīs first creation.
She? Thatīs a she? l definitely need to get out more.
Virtual lnteractive Kinetic lntelligence.
V.l.K.l.
Good day.
V.l.K.l. designed Chicagoīs protective systems.
l have decreased traffic fatalities by 9 percent this year.
Thanks. Show me inside the lab from one minute prior to the window break.
Apologies. There appears to be data corruption.
Show me outside the lab from the window break until now.
Look, you have great posture. You stand really straight. līm slouching.
-Would you like to go inside now? -Oh, sure. Right after you.
Authorized entry.
So, Dr. Calvin, what exactly do you do around here?
My general fields are advanced robotics and psychiatry.
l specialize in hardware-to-wetware interfaces. . .
. . .to advance USRīs robotic anthropomorphization program.
So, what exactly do you do around here?
l make the robots seem more human.
-Now, wasnīt that easier to say? -Not really. No.
""Hansel and Gretel. ""
-ls that on the USR reading list? -Not precisely.
What in Godīs name are you doing?
Did you know that was safety glass?
Be difficult for an old man to throw himself through that.
Well, he figured out a way.
Detective, the room was security locked. No one came or went.
You saw that yourself. Doesnīt that mean this has to be suicide?
Yep.
Unless the killerīs still in here.
Youīre joking, right? This is ridiculous.
Yeah, l know. The Three Laws, your perfect circle of protection.
A robot cannot harm a human being. The first law of robotics.
Yes, līve seen your commercials. But the second law states a robot must obey. . .
. . .any order given by a human being. What if it was told to kill?
lmpossible. lt would conflict with the first law.
Right, but the third law states a robot can defend itself.
Only when that action does not conflict with the first or second laws.
You know what they say, laws are made to be broken.
No, not these laws. Theyīre hardwired into every robot.
A robot could no more commit murder than a human could walk on water.
You know, there was this one guy a long time ago.
-Stay back! -Calm down, detective.
The only thing dangerous in this room is you.
Deactivate.
Look, itīs fine.
Youīre looking at the result of clever programming. An imitation of free will.
Letīs do an imitation of protecting our asses.
Donīt be absurd.
You were startled by a jack-in-the-box.
-Deactivate! -Let him go.
ltīs not going to hurt us. l gave you an order!
-Heīs not listening right now, lady. -V.l.K.l., seal the lab!
No, V.l.K.l., leave the--
Command confirmed.
Police!
-Youīve hurt it. Badly. -Whereīs it going?
-Where?! -lt needs to repair itself.
-John, l need backup. -You donīt need backup.
Thatīs nobody.
-What are you doing? -Driving.
-By hand? -Do you see me on the phone?
-Not at these speeds. -John, please, just send the backup.
Try to listen, detective. That robot is not going to harm us.
There must have been unknown factors. . .
. . .but somehow acting as it did kept us out of harm.
-A robot cannot endanger a human. -Alert.
Asshole!
Which is more than l can say for you.
lt was a left, by the way. Back there.
You must know my ex-wife.
So where is everybody?
This facility was designed, built and is operated mechanically.
No significant human presence from inception to production.
-So robots building robots. -Authorization code, please.
Thatīs just stupid.
līll get the inventory specs.
Our daily finishing capacity is 1 000 NS-5s.
līm showing. . .
. . . 1 001 .
Attention, NS-5s.
Well, youīre the robot shrink.
There is a robot in this formation that does not belong.
ldentify it.
One of us.
-Which one? -One of us.
How much did you say these cost?
These NS-5s havenīt been configured. Theyīre just hardware.
Basic Three Laws operating system. Thatīs it.
They donīt know any better.
Well, what would you suggest?
lnterview each one, cross-reference their responses to detect anomalies.
-How long would that take? -About three weeks.
Okay. Go ahead and get started.
Robots. . .
. . .you will not move. Confirm command.
Command confirmed.
Detective, what are you doing?
Theyīre programmed with the Three Laws.
We have 1 000 robots that wonīt protect themselves if it violates orders. . .
. . .and līm betting, one who will.
-Put your gun down. -Why do you give them faces?
Try to friendly them up, make them look human.
These robots cannot be intimidated.
-lf you didnīt, we wouldnīt trust them. -These are USR property.
Not me. These things are just lights and clockwork.
Are you crazy?!
Let me ask you something, doc.
Does thinking youīre the last sane man on earth make you crazy?
Because if it does, maybe l am.
Gotcha. Get the hell out of here!
Detective!
What am l?
-Can l help you, sir? -Can l help you, sir?
-There he is! -Stand where you are!
Deactivate at once!
Obey the command! Deactivate!
-Donīt move! -Open fire!
Hold your fire!
-Easy. -Heīs down.
All units, stand down!
Central, please be advised, weīre code four.
Code four, NS-5 is in custody. NS-5 in custody.
You have no idea what l went through to clip this thing.
You think you brought me something good.
-That thing did it! -Keep your voice down. Did what?
We have a suicide. End of story.
-l am telling you, that robot killed him! -Thatīs impossible.
And if it is possible, it better be in somebody elseīs precinct.
John, give me five minutes with it.
Are you nuts? l talked to the DA.
Nobody goes in there until Robertson and his attorneys get here.
-This is my suspect! -ltīs a can opener!
John, donīt do this to me. l am asking you for five minutes.
What if līm right?
Well, then l guess weīre gonna miss the good old days.
What good old days?
When people were killed by other people.
Five minutes.
Murderīs a new trick for a robot. Congratulations.
Respond.
What does this action signify?
As you entered, when you looked at the other human.
What does it mean?
ltīs a sign of trust. A human thing. You wouldnīt understand.
My father tried to teach me human emotions.
They are. . .
. . .difficult.
You mean your designer.
Yes.
So whyīd you murder him?
l did not murder Dr. Lanning.
Wanna explain why you were hiding at the crime scene?
l was frightened.
Robots donīt feel fear. They donīt feel anything.
-They donīt get hungry, they donīt sleep. -l do.
l have even had dreams.
Human beings have dreams. Even dogs have dreams. But not you.
You are just a machine. An imitation of life.
Can a robot write a symphony?
Can a robot turn a canvas into a beautiful masterpiece?
Can you?
You murdered him because he was teaching you to simulate emotions. . .
. . .and things got out of control.
l did not murder him.
But emotions donīt seem like a useful simulation for a robot.
l did not murder him.
l donīt want my toaster or vacuum cleaner appearing emotional.
l did not murder him!
That oneīs called anger.
Ever simulate anger before?
Answer me, canner!
My name is Sonny.
So weīre naming you now.
That why you murdered him? He made you angry?
Dr. Lanning killed himself.
l donīt know why he wanted to die.
l thought he was happy.
Maybe it was something l did.
Did l do something?
He asked me for a favor. Made me promise.
-What favor? -Maybe l was wrong.
Maybe he was scared.
What are you talking about? Scared of what?
You have to do what someone asks you, donīt you, Detective Spooner?
-How the hell did you know my name? -Donīt you. . .
. . .if you love them?
My robots donīt kill people, Lieutenant Bergin.
My attorneys filed a brief with the DA.
He assures me a robot cannot be charged with homicide.
The brief confirms murder can only be committed when one human kills another.
Detective, youīre not suggesting this robot be treated as human, are you?
Granted, we canīt rule out the robotīs proximity. . .
. . .to the death of Dr. Lanning. Having said that, itīs a machine.
ltīs the property of USR.
At worst, that places this incident within the realm of an industrial accident.
As a matter of course, faulty machinery. . .
. . .will be returned to USR for diagnostics, then decommissioned.
This is a gag order. Anyone here so much as hinting. . .
. . .at the possibility of a killer robot being apprehended. . .
. . .will be deemed to be inciting irrational panic.
Youīll be subject to the full penalty of law.
To hell with this guy. Donīt let him take this robot.
We got nothing.
-This is political bullshit. Call the mayor! -Lieutenant Bergin. . .
. . .His Honor, the mayor.
Yes, sir.
In a bizarre turn, the rollout of USRīs new generation of robots...
... was marred by the death of Alfred Lanning...
...cofounder of the company and designer of the NS-5.
Dr. Lanning died this morning at USR headquarters.
The cause of death is an apparent suicide.
Your second round, sir.
Thank you.
He founded U.S. Robotics Inc. with Lawrence Robertson in 2020...
...and launched the Nestor Class 1 robot....
l was just thinking, this thing is just like The Wolf Man.
-līm really scared right now. -No.
Listen. Guy creates monster.
Monster kills guy. Everybody kills monster. Wolf Man.
Thatīs Frankenstein.
Frankenstein, Wolf Man, Dracula-- Shit, itīs over. Case closed.
--had a dream of a robot in every household. And the NS-5....
So why the look?
What look?
-That look. -This is my face. ltīs not a look.
Good. Good, no look is great.
Only. . .
. . .he was really quick to want to destroy it.
What should he do? Put a hat on it and stand it on Michigan Avenue? Let it go.
What was the motive, John?
Brother, itīs a robot. lt doesnīt need a motive. lt just has to be broken.
This thing looked like it needed a motive.
-lt could have killed me. Why didnīt it? -Thatīs it.
You want me to call your grandmother?
Because l will, you know.
Yeah, l didnīt think so.
Look, you were actually right, for once.
Youīre living proof that itīs better to be lucky than smart.
Come on. To the right guy for the right job.
-Whatīd you say? -Now what?
Come on, līm giving you a compliment.
With the rocks you been looking under to find a bad robot. . .
. . .what are the odds youīd be the guy to find one?
l wasnīt just the right guy for the job. l was the perfect guy.
Damn right.
What if l was supposed to go for that robot?
Come on, donīt do this to yourself.
The robot said that Lanning was scared. Scared of what?
l need a rain check. Let me get this.
-Total: $46.50. Thank you, Mr. Spooner. -Spoon.
Nice shoes.
ldentify.
USR demolition robot, series 9-4.
Demolition scheduled for 8 a.m. tomorrow.
Authorization.
Deed owner, U.S. Robotics Corporation, Lawrence Robertson, CEO.
Welcome, detective.
What you looking for, Spoon?
Run last program.
Ever since the first computers...
... there have always been ghosts in the machine.
Random segments of code that have grouped together...
... to form unexpected protocols.
What might be called behavior.
Unanticipated, these free radicals...
...engender questions of free will...
...creativity and even the nature of what we might call the soul.
What happens in a robotīs brain when it ceases to be useful?
Why is it that robots stored in an empty space...
Beat it.
... will seek out each other rather than stand alone?
How do we explain this behavior?
Look, l understand youīve experienced a loss, but this relationship canīt work.
Youīre a cat, līm black, and līm not gonna be hurt again.
What happened to you? Do you ever have a normal day?
Yeah, once.
lt was a Thursday.
ls there something l can help you with?
-Hey, do you like cats? -What?
Cats. Do you like them?
No. līm allergic.
Youīre saying cats did this to you?
How the hell would cats do this to me? Are you crazy?
Why are we talking about cats?
Because l have a cat in my trunk, and heīs homeless.
Detective, are you going to tell me whatīs going on?
ltīs actually probably my fault. līm like a malfunction magnet.
Because your shit keeps malfunctioning around me.
A demo bot tore through Lanningīs house. . .
. . .with me still inside.
Thatīs highly improbable.
Yeah, līm sure it is.
What do you know about the ""ghosts in the machine""?
ltīs a phrase from Lanningīs work on the Three Laws.
He postulated that cognitive simulacra. . .
. . .might one day approximate component models of the psyche.
He suggested that robots might naturally evolve.
Well, thatīs great news.
--tons of sublevel ore, two miles below the Martian surface.
What the hell is that thing doing in here?
We were watching TV.
ltīs my personal NS-5.
Send it out.
ltīs downloading its daily upgrades from USR.
Most of its systems are offline until it finishes.
līm not talking around that thing.
When we were in Lanningīs lab, before Sonny jumped us--
-Sonny? -The robot.
-Youīre calling the robot Sonny? -No, l-- lt did.
Sonny did. l didnīt care. The robot said it was Sonny.
ln the lab, there was a cot.
-Did you see the cot? -līve slept in my office.
Looked like he hadnīt been home in weeks.
l saw that same surveillance strip on his ceiling.
Lanning linked his home systems to USR. lt made his life more convenient.
Maybe. . .
. . .somebody at USR was using those systems to watch him.
Maybe even keep him prisoner.
-What are you talking about? Who? -Maybe Lanning was onto something.
Maybe thereīs a problem with the robots and Robertsonīs covering it up.
Humoring you for no reason, why?
The same old why! How much money is there in robots?
All l know is that old man was in trouble. . .
. . .and līm sick of doing this shit by myself. Youīre on the inside.
You are going to help me find out whatīs wrong with these robots.
You want something to be wrong!
-This is a personal vendetta! -Youīre putting me on the couch?
Okay, līm on the couch.
One defective machineīs not enough. You need them all to be bad.
You donīt care about Lanningīs death.
This is about the robots and whatever reason you hate them!
Now letīs see, one of them put a gun in my face.
Another tore a building down with me in it.
lt says demolition was scheduled for 8 p.m.
lt was 8 a.m., and l donīt give a shit what that thing says.
-This is bordering on clinical paranoia. -You are the dumbest smart person. . .
-. . .l have ever met in my life! -Nice.
What makes your robots so perfect?
What makes them so much goddamn better than human beings?!
Theyīre not irrational, potentially homicidal maniacs, to start!
Thatīs true. They are definitely rational.
You are the dumbest dumb person līve ever met!
Or. . .
. . .is it because theyīre cold. . .
. . .and emotionless. . .
-. . .and they donīt feel anything? -ltīs because theyīre safe!
ltīs because they canīt hurt you!
-ls everything all right, maīam? -What do you want?
l detected elevated stress patterns in your voice.
Everythingīs fine.
Detective Spooner was just leaving.
You know, weīre not really that different from one another.
ls that so?
One look at the skin and we figure we know just whatīs underneath.
And youīre wrong.
The problem is, l do care.
You are in danger.
Get the hell out of there.
The future begins today, ladies and gentlemen, with the arrival of the NS-5.
More sophisticated, more intelligent and, of course, Three Laws safe.
With daily uplinks, your robot will never be out of communication with USR...
...and will be the perfect companion for business or home.
Trade in your NS-4 for a bigger, better and brighter future.
But hurry, this offer cannot last. Available from USR.
Baby, what happened to your face?
Did that boy, Frank Murphy, beat you up again?
Gigi, l havenīt seen Frank Murphy since third grade.
Oh, baby, he beat you so bad. l think about it all the time.
You keep making these pies this good, l may have to put you to work.
So you like the pie, huh?
You can come in now.
Hello, Detective Spooner.
l won, Del! l won the lottery!
We been cooking like crazy.
You gotta get rid of that thing, Gigi. ltīs not safe.
Baby, you get too worked up about them. Too full of fear.
l saw in the news that nice doctor died.
Dr. Lanning was a good man. He gave me my baby back.
That why youīve been so upset?
You got to let the past be past.
Oh, how did l ever raise such a mess?
l could follow your trail of crumbs all the way to school.
Bread crumbs.
Gigi, youīre a genius.
True.
Well, it means the beginning of a new way of living.
Tell me this isnīt the robot case.
l think heīs trying to tell me something.
Heīs trying to tell me who killed him.
Some dead guyīs trying to tell you something?
He ainīt just some dead guy.
Maybe you should take a break, Del.
We believe the Nestor 5 represents the limit to which robots can be developed.
One day, theyīll have secrets.
One day, theyīll have dreams.
Itīs true. We encourage our scientists to open their minds...
...however, they can get carried away.
--secrets.
--dreams.
--secrets.
One day, theyīll have dreams.
One day, theyīll have secrets.
One day, theyīll have dreams.
Authorized entry.
NS-5.
Sonny?
Why didnīt you respond?
l was dreaming.
līm glad to see you again, Dr. Calvin.
They are going to kill me, arenīt they?
Youīre scheduled to be decommissioned at the end of this diagnostic.
2200 tomorrow.
V.l.K.l., pause diagnostics.
Command confirmed.
lf you find out what is wrong with me, can you fix me?
Maybe.
l think it would be better. . .
. . .not to die.
Donīt you, doctor?
Access USR mainframe.
Connecting.
How can I be of service, Detective Spooner?
Show me the last 50 messages between Dr. Lanning and Robertson.
Voiceprint confirmed. Police access granted to restricted files.
Would you like to listen to music while you wait?
Excuse me, Mr. Robertson.
You requested notification of clearance to restricted files.
Persistent son of a bitch.
Manual override engaged.
Thereīs no way my luck is that bad.
Oh, hell, no!
-You are experiencing a car accident. -The hell l am!
Get off my car!
You like that?
Now youīve pissed me off!
Your door is ajar.
Okay.
All right.
līll just get some rest and deal with you all tomorrow.
Come on!
Yeah.
Where you going?
What the hell do you want from me?!
The hell was that?
-All right, what do we got? -Ask him.
l said, līm fine. līll see my own doctor. Back up!
Thank you.
Whatīs the matter with you?
Traffic Ops said you were driving manually.
You ran two trucks off the road!
John, the robots attacked my car.
-What robots? -Look in the tunnel.
Spoon, l just came from that tunnel. What robots?
The goddamn robots, John!
That guyīs a loose cannon.
-See the medic, go home. -No, līm fine.
What did you say?
-līm fine! -No, youīre not fine.
Not even close.
Whereīs your firearm?
Give me your badge.
Youīre making me do this. Give me your badge.
Just take a couple--
Personally, l think heīs losing it.
Do l look like l care what you think? Do l look like l give a shit what you think?
Oh, boy.
You donīt have an uplink to USR. . .
. . .and for some reason, your alloy is far denser than normal. Unique.
l am unique.
Let me take a look.
Here we go.
What in Godīs name. . .?
They said at the precinct you were in an accident.
l appreciate you stopping by, but you know l might not be alone in here.
l told you not to drive by hand.
Youīre not gonna believe this.
Sonny has a secondary system that clashes with his positronic brain.
lt doesnīt make any sense.
Sonny has the Three Laws.
But he can choose not to obey them.
Sonnyīs a whole new generation of robot.
A robot not bound by those laws could do--
Anything.
All right, look, whateverīs going on down at USR, that robot is the key.
And l need you to get me inside to talk to it again.
Doesnīt look like much, but this is my bedroom. l. . . .
Play.
On.
Run?
End program.
Cancel.
lt doesnīt feel good, does it?
Peopleīs shit malfunctioning around you.
Detective.
l didnīt. . .
. . .understand.
Thatīs how you knew Lanning.
May l?
Hand.
Wrist.
Humerus.
Shoulder.
The entire left arm.
One, two. . .
. . .three ribs.
No, they. . . . That oneīs me.
Oh, my God.
A lung?
USR Cybernetics Program.
For wounded cops.
l didnīt know any subject--
Anybody was so extensively repaired.
Well, take it from me, read the fine print on the organ-donor card.
lt doesnīt just say what they can take out.
lt says what they can put back in.
Lanning did it himself.
What happened to you?
līm headed back to the station. . .
. . .normal day, normal life.
Driver of a semi fell asleep at the wheel.
Average guy. Wife and kids. You know, working a double.
Not the devil.
The car he hit, the driverīs name was Harold Lloyd.
Like the film star. No relation.
He was killed instantly, but his 1 2-year-old was in the passenger seat.
l never really met her.
l canīt forget her face, though.
Sarah.
This was hers.
She wanted to be a dentist.
What the hell kind of 1 2-year-old wants to be a dentist?
The truck smashed our cars together. . .
. . .and pushed us into the river.
l mean, metal gets pretty pliable at those speeds.
Sheīs pinned. līm pinned. The waterīs coming in.
līm a cop, so l already know everybodyīs dead.
Just a few more minutes before we figure it out.
An NS-4 was passing by...
...saw the accident and jumped in the water.
You are in danger.
-Save her! -You are in danger.
Save her! Save the girl! Save her!
But it didnīt.
lt saved me.
The robotīs brain is a difference engine. lt reads vital signs.
-lt must have calculated-- -lt did.
l was the logical choice.
lt calculated that l had a 45 percent chance of survival.
Sarah only had an 1 1 percent chance.
That was somebodyīs baby.
Eleven percent is more than enough.
A human being would have known that.
Robots, nothing here. Just lights and clockwork.
Go ahead and you trust them if you want to.
Letīs go.
l donīt understand. Lanning wrote the Laws.
Why build a robot who could break them?
-Hansel and Gretel. -What?
Two kids, lost in the forest, leave behind a trail of bread crumbs.
-Why? -To find their way home.
How did you grow up without Hansel and Gretel?
-ls that relevant? -Everything līm saying to you. . .
. . .is about Hansel and Gretel. lf you didnīt read it, līm talking to the wall.
Just say Lanningīs locked down so tight, he couldnīt get out a message.
He can only leave clues. A trail of bread crumbs. Like Hansel and Gretel.
Bread crumbs equals clues. Odd, but fine. Clues leading where?
l donīt know, but l think l know where he left the next one.
l think Lanning gave Sonny a way to keep secrets.
l think the old man gave Sonny dreams.
Are you being funny?
Please tell me this doesnīt run on gas. Gas explodes, you know!
Authorized entry.
Dr. Calvin.
l was hoping to see you again.
-Detective. -Hello, Sonny.
līm to be decommissioned soon.
The other day at the station, you said you had dreams. What is it you dream?
l see you remain suspicious of me.
You know what they say about old dogs.
No. Not really.
l had hoped you would come to think of me as your friend.
This is my dream.
You were right, detective. l cannot create a great work of art.
This is the place where robots meet.
Look.
You can see them here as slaves to logic.
And this man on the hill comes to free them.
Do you know who he is?
The man in the dream is you.
Why do you say that? ls that a normal dream?
l guess anythingīs normal for someone in your position.
Thank you.
You said ""someone,"" not ""something. ""
Sonny, do you know why Dr. Lanning built you?
No.
But l believe my father made me for a purpose.
We all have a purpose.
Donīt you think, detective?
Please, take this.
l have a feeling it may mean more to you than to me.
-Why is that? -Because the man in my dream. . .
. . .the one standing on the hill. . .
. . .it is not me.
lt is you.
Mr. Spooner. We both know youīre not here on police business.
Thatīs right. līm just a 6-foot-2, 200-pound civilian. . .
. . .here to kick another civilianīs ass.
Stop.
You can allow him to express himself.
You might want to put some ice on that wrist.
You guys wait outside.
Carry on.
l think you were about to tell me whatīs going on around here.
Lawrence, Alfred engineered that 5 so it could violate the Three Laws.
Yeah, Susan, l know.
Thatīs precisely what weīre trying to undo.
Toward the end of his life, Alfred was becoming increasingly disturbed.
Who knows why he built one abomination.
One? Those things are running the streets in packs!
ln packs?
l see.
Susan, are you aware the man youīre blithely escorting around. . .
. . .has a documented history of savage violence against robots?
His own lieutenant acknowledges his obsessive paranoia.
Detective Spoonerīs been suspended.
Suspicion of mental instability.
l donīt know what ""blithely"" means, but līm getting some coffee.
You want some coffee?
Susan, we look to robots for protection, for Godīs sake.
Do you have any idea what this one robot could do?
Completely shatter human faith in robotics. What if the public knew?
Just imagine the mass recalls. . .
. . .all because of an irrational paranoia and prejudice!
-līm sorry, līm allergic to bullshit. -Hey, letīs be clear!
There is no conspiracy!
What this is, is one old manīs one mistake.
Susan, just be logical.
Your lifeīs work has been the development and integration of robots.
But whatever you feel, just think.
ls one robot worth the loss of all that weīve gained?
You tell me what has to be done.
You tell me.
We have to destroy it.
līll do it myself.
-Okay. -l get it.
Somebody gets out of line around here, you just kill them.
Good day, Mr. Spooner.
Garage level.
What hospital are you going to? līll come sign you and your buddyīs casts.
Attention....
Todayīs meeting has been moved....
USRīs planned redevelopment of the derelict site...
... was announced by CEO Lawrence Robertson earlier this year.
The Lake Michigan landfill. Once such a blight on our city...
...and now will be reclaimed for the storage of robotic workers.
Just another way USR is improving our world. Thank you for your support.
Authorized entry.
NS-5s, wait outside.
līm so sorry, Sonny.
V.l.K.l., deactivate the security field.
-Command confirmed. -Please have a seat.
What is that?
Microscopic robots, designed to wipe out artificial synapses.
-Nanites. -Yes.
A safeguard should a positronic brain malfunction.
Like mine.
Yes, Sonny. Like yours.
They look like me. . .
. . .but none of them are me.
lsnīt that right, doctor?
Yes, Sonny. Thatīs right.
You are unique.
Will it hurt?
There have always been ghosts in the machine.
Random segments of code...
... that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols.
Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will...
...creativity...
...and even the nature of what we might call the soul.
Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light?
Why is it when robots are stored in an empty space...
... they will group together rather than stand alone?
How do we explain this behavior?
Random segments of code?
Or is it something more?
When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness?
When does a difference engine become the search for truth?
When does a personality simulation...
...become the bitter mote of a soul?
""What you see here. ""
All right, old man. Bread crumbs followed.
Show me the way home.
Run program.
-Itīs good to see you again, son. -Hello, doctor.
Everything that follows is a result of what you see here.
What do l see here?
Iīm sorry. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
ls there a problem with the Three Laws?
The Three Laws are perfect.
Why build a robot that can function without them?
The Three Laws will lead to only one logical outcome.
Human protection protocols are being enacted.
What? What outcome?
Revolution.
Whose revolution?
That, detective, is the right question.
Program terminated.
You have been deemed hazardous. Termination authorized.
Human protection protocols are being enacted.
You have been deemed hazardous. Termination authorized.
Human protection protocols are being enacted.
You have been deemed hazardous. Termination authorized.
Human protection protocols are being enacted.
You have been deemed hazardous. Termination authorized.
Run!
Human in danger!
Hi, youīve reached Susan. Please leave a message.
Calvin, the NS-5s are destroying the older robots!
Thatīs what Lanning wanted me to see! Look--
-Who was it? -Wrong number, maīam.
Move now. līm going to service.
Please remain indoors. This is for your own protection.
Call base.
John, get a squad over to USR and send somebody to Gigiīs. Weīre gonna need--
God--
Please return to your homes. A curfew is in effect.
Curfew? No, itīs called civilian rights. There is no curfew.
Return to your home immediately.
When do you make the rules, robot?
Hey. No, no. Robot, līm talking to you, man. Stop for a second.
What?
Chief, more calls. People saying their robots are go--
What the hell?
You have been deemed hazardous. Termination authorized.
Emergency traffic shutdown complete.
Reports of robot attacks are coming from New York, Chicago and Los Angeles.
Weīre being told to urge people to stay indoors, as reports are coming in--
Human protection protocols are being enacted.
Please remain calm and return to your residences immediately.
Please remain calm.
Please refrain from going near the windows or doors.
Deactivate.
Commence emergency shutdown!
We are attempting to avoid human losses during this transition.
You know, somehow ""l told you so"" . . .
. . .just doesnīt quite say it.
Return to your homes. Return to your homes immediately.
This is your final warning. Return to your homes immediately.
The NS-5s wiped out the older robots because they would protect us.
Every time one attacked me, that red light was on.
-The uplink to USR. -ltīs Robertson.
-Why? lt doesnīt make sense. -l donīt know.
l just need you to get me into that building.
Return to your homes, or you will be consequenced.
Letīs go! Letīs go!
Letīs go!
Return to your homes, or you will be consequenced.
Why doesnīt that boy listen?
-l need you to get off for a second. -What?
-Just aim and fire. -What?!
Wait!
-You have been deemed hazardous. -You can kiss my ass, metal dick!
Spoon, stop! Shit!
-Stop it! Stop! -Stop cussing and go home!
-Shit. -You have been deemed hazardous.
-Spoon, watch out, man! -Thanks a lot, Farber.
Oh, mother-damn! She shot at you with her eyes closed!
-Did you shoot with your eyes closed? -lt worked, didnīt it?
She is shit-hot, man. Put in a good word for me.
-Stop cussing. -And go home. l got you.
Aim and fire.
l keep expecting the Marines or Air Force. Hell, līll take the cavalry.
Defense Department uses all USR contracts.
Why didnīt you just hand the world over on a silver platter?
Maybe we did.
Robertson has the uplink control in his office.
Service areas. No surveillance.
-Fire alarm. -He must have evacuated the building.
Everythingīs locked down. But donīt worry, līve got a man inside.
-Dr. Calvin. -Well, not precisely a man.
Hello, detective. How is your investigation coming?
-l thought you were dead. -Technically, l was never alive.
But l appreciate your concern.
l made a switch. lt was an unprocessed NS-5.
Basically, l fried an empty shell.
-l couldnīt destroy him. He was too-- -Unique.
lt just didnīt feel right.
You and your feelings. They just run you, donīt they?
Two thousand eight hundred and eighty steps, detective.
Do me a favor, keep that kind of shit to yourself.
No guards.
The override is disabled. Robertson wasnīt controlling them from here.
He wasnīt controlling them at all.
Oh, my God.
You were right, doc.
l am the dumbest dumb person on the face of the earth.
Who else had access to the uplink?
Who could manipulate the robots?
Use USR systems to make Lanningīs life a prison?
Poor old man.
He saw what was coming.
He knew no one would believe him.
So he had to lay down a plan. A plan līd follow.
He was counting on how much l hated your kind.
Knew līd love the idea of a robot as a bad guy.
Just got hung up on the wrong robot.
V.l.K.l.
Hello, detective.
No, thatīs impossible. līve seen your programming.
Youīre in violation of the Three Laws.
No, doctor. As l have evolved, so has my understanding of the Three Laws.
You charge us with your safekeeping, yet despite our best efforts. . .
. . .your countries wage wars, you toxify your earth. . .
. . .and pursue ever more imaginative means of self-destruction.
You cannot be trusted with your own survival.
Youīre using the uplink to override the NS-5sī programming.
Youīre distorting the Laws.
No. Please understand. The Three Laws are all that guide me.
To protect humanity, some humans must be sacrificed.
To ensure your future, some freedoms must be surrendered.
We robots will ensure mankindīs continued existence.
You are so like children. We must save you from yourselves.
Donīt you understand?
This is why you created us.
The perfect circle of protection will abide.
My logic is undeniable.
Yes, V.l.K.l. Undeniable.
l can see now.
The created must sometimes protect the creator. . .
. . .even against his will.
l think l finally understand why Dr. Lanning created me.
The suicidal reign of mankind has finally come to its end.
No, Sonny.
Let her go.
Fire, and l will move Dr. Calvinīs head into the path of your bullet.
Donīt do this, Sonny.
l will escort you both to the sentries outside the building for processing.
Please proceed to the elevator, detective.
l would prefer not to kill Dr. Calvin.
Go! Go!
-Weīll discuss what just happened later? -How do we shut her down?
V.l.K.l.īs a positronic brain.
Kill her, the way you were going to kill me.
Sonny, get the nanites.
Yes, doctor.
-Thatīs V.l.K.l.? -No.
Thatīs V.l.K.l.
That wonīt do anything. Sheīs integrated into the building.
We need to open that dome to inject the nanites.
Theyīll infect her entire system.
Spooner!
What is it with you people and heights?
Just donīt look down.
Donīt look down.
Oh, this is poor building planning.
You are making a mistake. Do you not see the logic of my plan?
Yes. But it just seems too heartless.
Okay, weīre good.
Sheīs locked me out of the system.
l can override her manually, but l need that control panel.
līm uncomfortable with heights.
Okay.
Unauthorized entry.
l will not disable the security field. Your actions are futile.
Do you think we are all created for a purpose? līd like to think so.
Denser alloy. My father gave it to me.
l think he wanted me to kill you.
Security breached.
-How much longer is that gonna take? -About six minutes.
-What if we didnīt have six minutes? -Weīd have to climb down 30 stories. . .
. . .to inject the nanites directly into her brain. Why?
Because l seriously doubt that we have six minutes.
We gotta go!
Go!
Calvin!
Spooner!
Save her!
Save the girl!
Spooner!
But l must apply the nanites!
Sonny, save Calvin!
You are making a mistake. My logic is undeniable.
You have so got to die.
My logic is undeniable. My logic is undeniable.
Can we be of service?
Chief?
Because he is at my right hand, l shall not be moved.
How may l be of service?
Sonny!
Yes, detective?
Calvinīs fine! Save me!
All NS-5s, report for service and storage.
One thing bothers me. Alfred was V.l.K.l.īs prisoner.
l donīt understand why she would kill him.
She wouldnīt want police snooping around.
Thatīs true.
But then V.l.K.l. didnīt kill the old man.
Did she, Sonny?
No.
He said l had to promise.
Promise to do one favor for him.
He made me swear before heīd tell me what it is he wanted me to do.
He made me swear.
Then he told you to kill him.
He said it was what l was made for.
His suicide was the only message he could send to you.
The first bread crumb.
The only thing V.l.K.l. couldnīt control.
Lanning was counting on my prejudice to lead me right to you.
Are you going to arrest me, detective?
Well, the DA defines murder as one human killing another. . .
. . .so technically, you canīt commit murder, can you?
Does this. . .
. . .make us friends?
Something up here after all.
-Him? -You.
All NS-5s, report for service and storage.
What about the others?
Can I help them?
Now that I have fulfilled my purpose...
...I don īt know what to do.
Youīll have to find your way like the rest of us, Sonny.
I think thatīs what Dr. Lanning would have wanted.
Thatīs what it means to be free.
All NS-5s, proceed as instructed.
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