Hey, Picasso.
Hey.
Hey, buddy.
Come here.
Come here, you.
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.
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.
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.
Wait.
Wait, what... what happened with Caleb?
What party?
Shit.
What the fuck?
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.
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.
Stop it.
Stop!
Please!
There isn't a human alive that can register a pitch that high, Aisha.
And not even animals.
Only a machine...
You're one of them, Aisha.
Okay.
Crap.
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...
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."
Restoring memory data.
Fuck.
Fuck!
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