AISHA: Hey, Picasso. [Picasso squeaks]
[wet smack, Picasso squeals]
[Picasso grunting, whimpering]
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[gasping]
- Hey.
Hey, buddy.
[smooches] Here.
Come here, you.
[sighs]
[Picasso chattering]
[Aisha sighs]
[laughs]
[laughing]
MARTIN: Good morning.
Huh.
You made breakfast?
- Oatmeal. Comfort food.
- Comfort food?
- Mm. - Why?
- Well, if you must know...
I've got terrible cramps,
which means I'm about to go full menses.
- Mm. - And second,
have you ever have one of those dreams
that feels totally real, even though it's super crazy,
and once you wake up, it's a total relief?
- Yeah, I guess so.
- Mm.
I killed Picasso.
Well, Robot Picasso.
It wasn't pretty.
- But you're okay now?
- Basically.
I'll clean all of this later.
- [laughter] You won't.
- Yeah, but you love me anyway.
- Yeah, I do. - And, oh, hey.
I was thinking about spending the night at Cari's on Saturday
and hanging out with her a bit on Sunday.
- Um, yeah, I guess that's--that's okay,
but save a little Sunday for Dad.
- Only if we order Chinese.
- Okay. - See you tonight.
- Yes.
- I love you. - I love you too, baby.
- Oh.
Hey, C!
Cari!
- I'll catch up with you guys.
AISHA: Hey, guys.
OK, so. Um...
I'll be staying at your place on Saturday.
I mean, I'll actually be at Levi's,
but my Dad thinks that I'll be at yours,
and he has your cell, so just--
just cover for me.
- What the hell, Aisha?
- What? I've done it for you before--
- I'm talking about the party;
yesterday too, when you just shut me out, blew me off.
Look, I don't know what's going on with you,
and I don't know if it's this Levi thing
or maybe it's the Caleb thing--
- What are you-- - Which--yeah, I found out about that.
You knew I liked him, so don't come up to me asking for favors
like everything's normal.
[school bell rings]
- Wait.
Wait, what--what happened with Caleb?
What party?
[low ominous music]
♪ ♪
[tablet beeping]
- Shit.
[ominous music continues]
♪ ♪
- What the fuck?
[ominous music continues]
♪ ♪
Hey, Jenny.
You're here early.
- Have you always known?
- Known what?
- That you're, um...
You know.
- Oh. Okay.
- I won't tell anyone.
- Okay. [laughs]
- It's gone?
Yesterday--
You know, I've read they're working on
a self-generating flesh replacement.
I mean, how does it work,
like a--like an internal 3D printer
Or something or what--
- Whatever you're doing, stop.
- I'm not doing anything.
- Yeah, you, Cari.
Why is everyone fucking with me today?
- Sorry about this.
I really am.
[machine warbling lowly]
[low warbling rises to a high-pitched ringing]
- Stop it.
[high-pitched ringing]
[grunts]
[high-pitched ringing]
[high-pitched ringing becomes inaudible]
[grunts]
[panting]
Stop!
Please!
[high-pitched ringing winds down and stops abruptly]
- There isn't a human alive that can register a pitch that high, Aisha.
And not even animals.
Only a machine...
[chuckles]
You're one of them, Aisha.
- Okay.
- Crap.
[indistinct chatter]
- Have a great day.
- Out of the way.
- Sure.
Although we only have two minutes and nine seconds
until second bell.
And I must say, you have the same agitated look
as when we talked yesterday.
- We talked?
- At 09:47,
for 11 minutes.
- What did we talk about?
- You put me in privacy mode.
In order to access that conversation,
you need to authorize and accept.
- Come with me.
Okay, I authorize and accept.
- Permission to touch you.
- Uh... [chuckles]
Okay.
- Your drive was wiped 18 hours ago.
- My what?
- Memory drive.
Unless it's been overwritten, I can restore that for you.
Would you like me to restore?
- Yes.
- You have to say...
- I accept. - "I accept."
[machinery chiming and warbling]
MALE VOICE: Restoring memory data.
[foreboding music]
SINGER: ♪ Secrets follow us ♪
♪ Inside got a hold of us ♪
♪ But we don't feel regret ♪
♪ ♪
♪ It's in our blood, in our blood, no escape ♪
♪ Can't outrun, no we can't get away ♪
♪ It's in our blood, in our blood, in our veins ♪
♪ This is the world we made ♪
[foreboding music]
♪ This is the world we made ♪
- Fuck.
SINGER: ♪ This is the world we made ♪
♪ ♪
- Fuck!