[banging on window] - Aisha!
[banging continues]
[mysterious music]
Aisha, come on, just let me know you're okay.
[Aisha breathing heavily]
[music intensifies]
♪ ♪
[high-tech glitches]
- It happened again.
Third time this year.
WOMAN: Less than last year, so progress.
- I had the full-on crazy eyes.
- Optic nerve spasms.
You get anxious. Your brain tenses.
What triggered it this time?
[Jamila Woods' "Lonely"]
AISHA: Today started pretty good, I guess.
♪ ♪
[car horn honks] - Come on, Frida Kahlo. We're late.
FEMALE SINGER: ♪ I put a Post-it note on my mirror ♪
♪ So I might love myself ♪
♪ So I might be enough ♪
AISHA: I hung out with Cari.
- Peep Caleb Hass' Instagram. Like, 500 photos...
Till she was literally loading into her dorm...
♪ ♪
News flash, it ain't working.
FEMALE SINGER: ♪ Guess no one ever really wants to know ♪
[robot whirring]
- What? AISHA: The service bots.
Seeing them like that, um,
just broken into pieces, it makes me sad.
♪ ♪
FEMALE SINGER: ♪ My own... ♪
AISHA: Levi and I conspired about our weekend.
FEMALE SINGER: ♪ I'll be crazy on my own ♪
- Yeah.
Then it all went to shit.
- Who's ready for cymatics? Jenny, you want to help me?
- Yes, ma'am. - Okay, great.
Come on, come on. All right, hit this button right here.
[low whining]
[Jenny laughs] MISS HART: Isn't that cool?
That's cymatics.
Patterns created through vibrational frequencies.
Let's do a different pattern.
[high-pitched whining]
[Miss Hart's voice echoing]
All that means is the sound frequency creates a pattern.
[whining continues]
[gasps] Oh, Aisha!
Can you--can you call a medic, please?
- People were staring...
like they could see through me,
like I was a freak,
which, you know, maybe I am.
Does anyone else feel this way?
- Aisha, you suffer from a disease for which there is no cure.
You're human.
Should we end with a meditation?
- Okay.
[inhales deeply] - Control your breathing.
Focus only on my voice.
And in... and out.
[music playing distantly over speakers]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
[cell phone chimes]
CARI: Hey, bitch. So Caleb--
hmm?--is having a party tonight 'cause his parents are in Italy,
and you need to get your ass over here now.
Ooh, and bring Levi. Okay, bye.
- Hey, Picasso.
You'll still love me if I never escape the middle of nowhere.
Right?
Yeah. [chuckles]
Hey. - Hey.
- I was just gonna hop on over to Cari's house to study for a chem final, so...
- Yeah, okay.
Have you heard anything back from RISD yet?
- No. - No?
Well, baby, I really wish that you would reconsider CalArts.
Listen, they have a great art department.
The dean there thinks you're really talented,
and it's just a few hours' drive, you know?
- Yeah, well, RISD is Rhode Island, not Mars.
[laughs]
And, um...
it's also where Mom--
- It's where Mom went.
I know.
Yeah.
- Okay, well... love you.
- Love you, too.
[slow pizzicato music]
♪ ♪
- [moans softly]
- [slurps]
[slurping]
- What the fuck are you doing?
[Emma whirring, beeping]
AISHA: Seriously?
EMMA: Attention required. Attention required.
Attention. Attention required.
[whirring slows]
Initiating report.
[upbeat percussive music]
[high-pitched ringing]
- Hey, hey, Aisha. Aisha, wait! Aisha!
[indistinct chatter]
- Wait, was it, like, full-on head in shaft,
just, like...? [hawking]
- Oh, my God. - Going at it?
Balls?
Was it touching his balls?
Was it cradling them? - Stop.
- Wait, I thought they had coding that, like, prevented them
from doing the dirty-dirty. [chuckles]
- I mean, yeah, they do, but is that your biggest concern right now?
- I mean, it's pervy fucked up.
- Yeah, and a bit disrespectful.
- Okay, but would you feel the same way if you caught him
jacking it off with one of those Fleshlight thingies?
- A Flesh... - The flashlight.
It looks like a flashlight, but it has a pussy inside,
and he just, like... [vocalizes]
- I definitely need a drink.
- Whoo! FEMALE SINGER: ♪ Fuckers! ♪
[Haiku Hands' "Dare You Not to Dance"]
♪ ♪
♪ Dare you not to da-a-a-a-ance ♪
♪ Slide into it like that ♪
♪ Like that ♪
♪ Cat calls flipping out max ♪
♪ One track, bright eyes ♪
AISHA: [chuckles] Caleb.
FEMALE SINGER: ♪ Like that ♪
♪ I'm all city when you get giddy ♪
♪ Then, baby, I'm pulling you back ♪
♪ I dare you not to dance, I dare you not to dance ♪
♪ I dare you not ♪
- This is okay?
I mean, you and Levi.
- Forget Levi. He screwed up. - Okay.
Home System, dim the lights.
- [electronic female voice] Dimming Caleb bedroom lights.
Seventy percent.
- Home System, music.
Damp Snack.
- [electronic female voice] Playing Damp Snack.
- Home System, lower the, uh--
- Stop playing with the stupid Home System.
- Okay. [door slams opens]
- Jeez, what the fuck are you doing?
- I'm sorry, sorry! I'm sorry!
- Hey, you weren't even supposed to be here.
- I'm gonna fuck you up, Greg!
- Just bringing other people in, that's all.
- Really?
Caleb Hass?
- You've got no right to talk.
- Look, Tio told me about these cheat codes, okay?
He said that you can use them to get around the emBed's limits
and get them to do stuff.
I honestly didn't even think it was gonna work, and then when it did,
I just wanted to see if it was, I don't know, fucking different.
- Aw.
Well, was it?
Hmm?
Tell me all about it.
- Look, I'm sorry, okay? But it was a shitty bot.
It was a thing. It doesn't mean anything.
- Well, it means something to me, and it matters
because you're supposed to be my boyfriend,
and now you're not.
[indistinct chatter, music playing]
[groans]
[muffled music playing]
[sighs]
Oh, shit.
[glass shatters] [grunts]
Oh, fuck.
[intense electronic music]
[whines softly]
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[exhales deeply and noisily]
[gasps]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[whimpering]
[yelps]
[screams]
[moaning]
[muffled speech]
[high-pitched ringing]
♪ ♪
[high-tech glitches]
[muffled breathing]
[high-pitched ringing]
[dramatic music]
[screams]