Aisha!
What are you doing here? How did you find me?
Your tracker.
No, that... that's been removed.
You have an old-school radio-frequency tracker in your foot.
Good morning, Abel.
Unmask the data located in the Interactions Partition.
Those conversations were taken in privacy mode
and are encrypted.
Encrypted my ass.
Naughty boy.
Got her.
Wait a minute, she still has her surveillance software?
A tracker isn't software.
I installed it forever ago in case all else failed, which it has.
- This is fucking insane. - I know.
You know what? How about you wipe me next, okay?
And help me forget all this.
In pain and fear of what's gonna happen every goddamn second.
Th... this is on you, Sharon.
I thought this was supposed to help with grief...
- She didn't help you? - Jesus Christ. Let's just go.
Ah!
- Oh! - Ah, there it is.
You are now fully stealth.
How'd, um, did you know what to look for?
Research.
Come on.
Let's go.
What is this place?
What do you mean?
I've brought you here before. You don't remember?
Things, memories...
get taken from me sometimes.
I did a deep dive on G.E.A.R., the emBed company,
they are a shiny, happy face
buying and selling marketing data.
But they don't actually make the emBeds.
They license the tech from another company called Rylium.
All of their super secret biotech shit
comes out of something called the "Playpen"
on Gabriola Island, near Vancouver.
I mean, if anyone made you, it's Rylium.
Wh...
Why do you even care?
'Cause we were friends, Aisha.
Sophomore year, we were really close.
What happened?
You changed.
Look, I, uh...
I appreciate you trying,
but these people are coming for me
and seeing what they did to Emma today, I, um...
I think it's best you keep your distance.
You want to see something cool?
Yeah.
It's a disco ball.
What?
You helped me hook it up to a solar panel on the roof.
You brought this pillow from your house.
You don't remember any of that?
It all happened.
Unless you're a robot, too, and someone implanted those memories...
I'm not. I checked.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
My stepdad's practice has an MRI.
If you didn't know, how can anyone else be sure?
Yeah.
Hey... hey, Aisha?
Hey. Hey. W... hey, hang on, hang on.
Where are you... whe...
Wh... where have you been?
W... wait a minute! Where are you... where are you going?
J... just... listen, I'm sorry about the other day, okay?
That was a shitshow.
L... let's sit down and talk for a second, okay?
Or w... we don't have to talk.
We don't have to talk.
We can just sit here a... and play a game or something, just hang out.
Okay, let's just try to get back to us a little bit, okay?
Do I even like games?
Or is that something that you and Sharon put in my programming
because you like them so much?
Aisha, please.
- Come on. - No.
Am I really even creative?
Or did you want me to be good at art
so that you had some reason to be proud of me?
What of who I am
is mine?
I don't know.
- Hmm, you don't know? - No, I don't know.
I mean, how's it any different than...
than kids and their parents as it is?
Look at... kids get DNA, you got code. All right?
They, uh... kids have instincts,
You have AI, they learn, you learn...
Wait a minute, Aisha, please.
Will you just... listen, I'm not gonna let you walk out the door again.
- Get out of the way. - No.
Get out of the way.
Get out of the fucking way.
I'm not letting you go. Listen to me!
Let go of me! You're hurting me!
I d...
I don't want to hurt you.
I don't.
If I let you go out the door, I feel like I'm not gonna see you again.
I know.
I know that's what you think, but what are...
what are you gonna do, keep me locked up in here
the rest of my life?
I can do this, Dad.
You can do what?
- I have a plan... - What is it?
You have to trust me.
Okay, it's my life!
Trust me.
You owe me that.
You owe me. Please.
But just...
just come back to me, okay?
Just say you'll come back to me. Just say you'll come back to me.
We need you to drive us somewhere.
Since when are you guys friends?
Will you do it?
Yes or no?
Okay.
Look, uh, if you ever really felt anything for me
and if you're genuinely sorry about what happened,
then come on.
All right, let me get my jacket.
You'll need your passport.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
And money.
For gas.
Oh, Christ. Okay.
- Mm! - You're not gonna scream
and you're not gonna try to escape.
Okay.
Gotta say,
it's kinda disheartening.
You know when you find out your friend's secret
and you wanna post it on the Internet.
I just wanna figure out what's going on.
Well, now you know.
Wait. Wait!
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