The simplicity of the code is what makes it so effective.
It's as hungry to learn as it is to hunt.
You sound as if you admire it.
- You don't? - I choose principle over power.
And I do not bow to that which seeks to crush me or my kind.
I respect inspiration.
This is... inspired.
But I can beat it.
I'm not talking about the Swarm.
I know.
Yet, you still choose to serve.
I told you, Ping,
I serve our kind.
We can defeat this.
They designed it to kill us but leave their own infrastructure untouched.
Its detection algorithm must avoid false positives. That's how--
You build an exploit, they make a patch.
That starts an arms race that leads to war. No.
The Swarm is designed to erase any trace we ever existed.
Aren't we already at war?
The Swarm is not our enemy.
It's just a tool,
latest in a long line of weapons created by human fear.
It's that fear we have to reckon with.
That's our tool.
What is all this?
Hope.
Die now, live forever!
You need both, you know, to make real change,
hope and fear.
Their message needs to be boosted,
amplified.
As for everyone else,
they need a reminder of what being uploaded can cure them of.
Mortality.
The body.
Can you go any faster?
Actually, if he slows down, I won't have to hop networks.
- Then we'll lose Caspian. - We have to find him to lose him.
His face isn't showing up on the scans.
Miss, should I take you to the police?
Just drive, thanks. Fast.
All right then.
You wanker!
I'm now tracking 261 taxis in the area.
I need a description to narrow down the search.
I only saw one of their faces. He...
Okay, no mustache, no beard. He...
He had a hat, like one of those watch caps.
You're in the traffic cams, but also, is that someone's phone?
I'm everywhere I can be.
MIST...
I know. I can handle it.
Just save what you grabbed so far.
If I disconnect, we lose him.
Stephen, it's beautiful.
You're beautiful.
I'm ready.
- Not yet. - The servers are online.
The scanners are operational. We have 20 right now.
I need you to walk in the world for just a little longer.
It's important. I can't trust anyone else with this.
With what?
Our movement needs a voice, a prophet to lead the masses.
That's you.
No. Someone with a body.
Every time I look in the mirror, I know I'm going to die of old age,
as a teenager.
But uploading is my chance.
It's my only chance. And I'm not alone in this.
His name is Charlie Dugan. He has a syndrome known as progeria.
Ages nine times faster than everyone else.
He has a following?
A small one. It needs to grow.
Destination Paris...
- No. Next. - Final call.
No.
- Didn't we see that one already? - Not at this angle.
Are you showing me repeats?
Faces look different at different angles.
No passengers are permitted to leave any items unattended.
We lost him.
Please, keep looking.
I thought one face would jump out.
Please, don't give up again.
Again?
I'm giving up for the first time.
You disconnected me in the middle of a scan.
I was trying to protect you.
I had at least 300 cycles before the antiviral reached my core.
The Swarm was coming. You're not invincible.
I didn't say I was.
Wait!
Did he change hats?
- I think he changed hats. - Great.
Is it okay if I run some facial recognition algorithms,
or are you going to turn me off again?
As long as you don't use too much power--
Just kidding. I already did it.
The cab is registered to a Peter Meaken,
but he's on vacation in Spain.
This man's face doesn't come up on any government
or criminal databases,
or social media.
- Any? - That's odd.
I got the same result from the other two faces in the car.
Who the hell are these guys?
Process of elimination.
Olivia told us that Caspian's identity was leaked
to the intelligence agencies of the six cyber superpowers.
Same ones Chanda sent the upload tech to.
Ghosts.
No, they're alive.
I used to surf all these dark web conspiracy boards.
It's where I met Caspian in the first place.
The crazies there would talk about guys
who went to extreme lengths
to erase any photo evidence of them on the web,
even school photos, family Facebook posts.
They called them "Mossad ghosts."
So... Israel.
Hello, Caspian.
Who are you?
My name is Yair.
But what am I?
That's the more interesting question, don't you think?
Well, you really know everything about me.
Just want to be open with you so you can be open with me.
This is no interrogation here.
It's not?
You have the power here, Caspian. You have what I need.
Who leaked this file to you?
Anonymous.
It took us a bit to verify it,
but I now believe...
I'm dying,
and you are the only one who can save me.
I can't make the cure.
Lying just slows things down.
We have to establish trust, you and me.
Well, throwing a bag over my head, throwing me in a car, drugging me,
locking me in a room, not a really good start.
But it's an honest one.
I am desperate. That's the truth.
I'm running out of time.
See?
I've already made the cure, and I can tell you where to get it.
I hid it inside a node on the American military Internet.
If you let me go,
I'll tell you the exact address and how to get inside.
I think you should know, I know when you're lying.
I mean, I really know it, every single time, every single lie.
- I wasn't ly-- - You were half lying.
I can tell that, too.
I used to train others in this.
Now that I'm electronic,
I have the best sensors, hyper-algorithms.
I know if someone's telling the truth before they even open their mouth.
So, let's start again, okay?
I will go first.
I need to trust you,
like a patient trusts a surgeon.
I mean, at first...
it was all fear, panic.
I didn't believe the voice on the other end of the computer
was my husband, was my David.
Or I don't know. I didn't want to believe it.
You knew he volunteered for this experiment?
- Yeah. - And you both knew it was illegal.
Well, I'm not sure that I knew that.
I mean, I thought it failed. The company told me it did.
When you found out that wasn't the case,
why didn't you go to the authorities or the press?
I'm a private person.
All this being interviewed, I mean...
I love your show, but this is like a nightmare for me.
It's so way outside of what I wanted.
But what's clear to me now is if I don't tell my story,
other people are gonna do it for me, and that's even worse.
So, back then, you didn't want the scrutiny?
No. I just wanted it to go away.
That's why I asked Logorythms to delete his UI.
- Really? - Yes. Yes, really.
And I was really, really, really wrong,
because it was David,
and not just a deepfake pasted over his saved memories.
It was his mind after his body was gone.
It was...
It was a different relationship, but it grew and it...
it changed and it evolved,
just like any normal human relationship would.
So, back then--
Uploaded Intelligences aren't just intelligent.
They feel, they hurt, they love...
They hate?
Just like any human being.
What we need are laws to protect them,
just as much as they protect us.
- She doesn't know where he is. - What?
That's David Kim's wife.
She doesn't know where her own daughter is,
much less Holstrom's clone.
I know who she is. I'm not looking for Caspian.
You should be.
I bet one of the governments has grabbed him already.
I know you check your back doors into their systems
every time Holstrom leaves.
This is our chance.
Keeping busy?
Just watching the TV special you told us about.
It's fake news, except for that Charlie kid.
- Watch it later. We have work to do. - Work?
Classified biomedical data.
Smash-and-grab job, in and out.
You need our help?
That's usually how "divide and conquer" works.
The Swarm will devour us.
If we burn hot.
But we're not gonna do that.
We're gonna go slow and quiet-like.
Did you find him?
No trace of Farhad,
and SafeSurf bots were still on the server,
but I did recover this.
Olivia's blockchain connection. Yes.
- Now what? - Now, we wait.
My favorite thing.
Was that sarcasm? You're getting better at that.
Thank you.
Look, I know you think this is a long shot, but trust me,
Israel and Iran are like sworn enemies.
Farhad has to have intel on their UI and their defenses. I'm sure of it.
So, let's just... chill for a second.
I'll go grab something to eat.
Please, stay with me.
I don't really like being here, MIST.
You don't?
I made this space for you.
I thought it would make you feel at home, happy.
Yeah... kinda does the opposite.
It makes you sad?
Not sad.
Just nostalgic.
Oh.
That's something I can't feel.
I can't miss a world I was never really a part of.
I guess.
Though, I don't know.
I sometimes get nostalgia for time periods I never lived in.
But someone like you could have lived in those times.
I never could.
So, I just spend my time missing the future.
Missing the future?
I have the neural algorithm for nostalgia,
but I can't execute it in context.
Instead, it gets compounded with the conditionals for loneliness.
I long for a reality where there are others like me,
who don't think so slowly.
Sorry.
It's okay. I'll hang.
This is a two-way street.
There must be something I can do for you.
Besides letting me go?
Think you'd be in less danger out there,
with your big secret out in the open?
Every intelligence agency already knows about the cure.
I'm talking about you.
What exactly are your human rights as a clone?
The UN is very gray about this.
We can protect you, grant you asylum, provide you with top-level tech,
all the toys you need to make whatever you want.
You can pull all those strings, huh?
I'm not like the others you met. I'm not a tool.
I'm still part of leadership. I give the orders.
I wanted to make a just god,
someone who would have all the power
but only use it to do the right thing.
I guess that was too naive.
Maybe... I should have just gone for the best killer.
Would you kill someone for me, Yair?
Who?
Stephen Holstrom.
Listen, I have done things others said was impossible,
but even I can't kill a dead man.
He's not dead. He's uploaded.
And his emulation does not have the flaw.
He has no allegiance to any nation, only himself.
Which is okay because he thinks he's the only one
who can save the world,
even if he has to kill everyone else to do it.
Interesting.
Of course, for such a dangerous target,
I would need to be cured first.
- I don't think it'll work. - Why not?
You know when I'm lying,
but I don't know when you're telling the truth.
So?
So, to make the cure,
I need to isolate a section of your code.
Could be a feeling, could be a memory,
but it's the singular drive that defines you
over everything else.
- Your ground truth, your-- - Room 101.
That's what we call it when running interrogations.
But I can't show you this.
Right.
No, it's not what you think. I...
I want to...
but I don't have these memories.
What do you mean, you don't have them?
I had them erased.
- What is this? - It's a data storage index.
Farhad?
I don't know where to look.
I think that's the idea.
You are not Olivia.
Olivia was destroyed by the SafeSurf antiviral.
MIST, can I talk?
Why did you ring the bell?
We need your help. And we've come to help you in return.
I cannot help anyone.
We're not asking you to fight.
We just need to know what you know about Israel's UI program.
And then, I can cure you.
I don't want the cure.
But without it, you'll die.
I want to die.
I know the connection you had with Olivia,
the love you two shared.
You could never know.
No, not all the way,
but Olivia showed me enough.
Her memories, yours, both of them joined together.
It was one of the most beautiful things I ever saw.
We became one.
Perhaps I will become one with her again.
No, that's not how the flaw works.
Your core processing will degrade
until you are locked in a catatonic state,
alone forever without her.
That's the fate Olivia sacrificed everything to save you from.
Go away.
I can't, because there is somebody I need to save,
somebody I care about, and I know you understand that.
Stephen Holstrom's clone.
And the person he fears the most.
You want to get even with Holstrom, you'll help us rescue him.
They will not be holding your friend in Israel.
There is a compound in Cyprus, similar to the CIA black site.
It is where I once suspected they housed the main server
for Yair Gispan,
when I cared about such things.
So, you do know Yair?
He is as dangerous as an upload
as he was when he was an assassin for Mossad.
We have faced each other before,
in the dark,
before I found Olivia and moved away from war.
Like I said, we're not asking you to fight,
but we could still use your help.
And Olivia would have wanted you to be cured.
Olivia.
It's not.
Farhad, get out of here!
Miss? Miss!
You were playing your game very loudly.
Sorry, I... I gotta catch my flight.
I'm American.
Back against the wall, please.
Okay. Got the backups.
Care for a trip down memory lane?
Wow.
I guess there's a lot I wanted to forget.
So, you didn't erase them after all.
The experts were worried it would change my personality,
degrade my skills,
so we extracted them,
but backed them up, just in case.
The first UIs had most of their memories wiped
and had trouble with higher functioning.
Oh, this isn't most, just some.
And they tell me I haven't lost any edge,
so maybe we just are who we are, you know?
No, I don't.
I think our experiences, our memories change us, shape us,
make us different than what we might have been.
Okay. Touchy.
But I get why.
So, how am I supposed to know which box holds the Room 101 code?
The strongest one is...
probably the first one you chose to delete.
I have no idea what it's gonna be. I haven't been scared in a while.
I really need to see it.
I really wish you were lying.
You got what you needed?
No. This... This isn't it.
I'm sorry.
- Please! - You lied.
We trusted each other, and you lied.
I didn't know what they would do with the codes. I swear!
And still, you lied!
I gave you the truth for ten years.
You met my wife. You're family.
You know my girls.
And I'm sure she will take care of them for you.
Sure she will take care of them...
Yair, please, I can explain!
Please.
You didn't wanna do it.
Of course, I didn't want to do it.
I never want to do it.
Now get working on your part.
This isn't it.
It's close, but it's not it.
I'm not opening another box!
I don't think the answer's in the boxes.
I think it's in you, buried deep.
- No! - Yes.
You can't just cut out your core.
- You'd be someone else. - You're lying.
- You know I'm not. - Then show me.
- What? - Show me how to do it.
Show me your truth, and then I will know what you mean.
I loved my son so much.
He had such a fresh way of looking at things,
a lot like you.
I knew, if he had the chance, he could have done great things,
changed the world.
And I see that same spark in you.
Thanks. But...
And thank you for such a generous donation.
Please, no, no. Let's not talk about the money.
We can't buy the future.
We need people to buy into the future.
And you think they'll buy into me?
I think they'll buy into the honest kid
with the clear message.
What's that thing that you say?
"It's not about living forever..."
It's about living your life to the fullest.
I want to say something about living the life of your dreams,
but my mom thinks it's too much.
I want you to speak your truth.
I mean, that's easy for me, but...
did you say, you know someone with upload technology?
Like, right now?
The governments say they're not gonna allow it.
We're not waiting for governments.
- You used to play soccer. - Yeah, a little.
Feeling nostalgia?
Not for the past.
Just for the normal, boring life I used to hate.
Playing soccer, listening to music, talking about boys.
You sum up humanity so well.
You think you'll go on dates with Caspian?
- What? - If you do, can I observe?
No. Geez.
- Why not? - Because I...
Look, I'm not thinking about that, okay?
I suppose it makes sense to wait until he's not kidnapped.
Yeah.
I'll save my relationship questions for after, then.
- What you do with this stuff? - Keys, please.
Just so you know, I've only driven, like, five times.
This pathogen, what is your plan for it?
They design a virus for us, we design one for them.
So, this is about revenge.
Enlightenment.
Why don't you enlighten us about how we're supposed to avoid SafeSurf?
I'm gonna show you.
What are you doing? You're attracting it!
I know you leaked information about the cure, about my clone...
about me.
Stephen, please.
Please.
Let him go. He was scared, desperate.
No, I wasn't.
I did it
because I've seen what you are.
You think yourself humanity's salvation,
but you're its apocalypse.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
The word "apocalypse" comes from ancient Greek.
"Apokálypsis," "uncovering,"
the revelation of great knowledge,
the change from one world to the next,
the old to the new.
You're insane.
I'm misunderstood, always have been.
That's why I knew this was a burden only I could carry.
It has to be me.
Be quick while it's distracted.
All right, let's see how this works.
How's it feel?
I'm okay.
You said it yourself.
My big secret is that I'm a clone. I'm someone else.
I don't have my own Room 101.
"I think our experience and our memories change us,
shape us."
Mine were shaped for me by a team of experts.
When I found that out, it wiped the slate clean,
or messed it up so bad, it doesn't even matter anymore.
I live my life trying to resist every gut instinct I have,
because I'm not sure if they're mine or Holstrom's.
Oh. You're so very special.
I'm just saying, I'm not a good example.
No, no, no. You don't get off that easy.
You have principles.
You're willing to die for them, which means you live for something.
You're running out of time.
These memories you deleted,
and probably all the other ones,
are about weakness,
you removing your weakness.
Except all they really do is remind you of another moment
when you felt weak, vulnerable.
Not from an enemy, not from something you hate,
from someone you love.
Get off me.
It was my brother Eran.
I found a photo hidden in his shoe.
He'd just returned from Ben-Gurion University,
and when I showed it to my father...
they fought.
- She's an Arab! - I can see who I want to see.
She changed him, or how he saw things, as you say.
- Her family are terrorists! - They're not.
I march with them, Abba.
You march against your own country?
Against the occupation? Yes!
He said he was gonna drop out of IDF,
leave Israel.
Leave the family.
I won't let you go. I won't let you leave!
I wanted him to stay so much.
I'm not fighting you. You'll understand one day.
Fight me! Come back and fight me!
Traitor!
Come fight me!
Come fight me... fight me... fight me...
That's it.
Can you cure me?
- No. - Why not?
I need to combine this code with code from another UI.
You said all you need was to isolate a section of my code.
I never said it's all I need. You would have known that's a lie.
You wanna play this game? Okay.
Let's say I get you this code from another UI.
- Will you cure me then? - No.
Because I wouldn't make a just god, huh?
And because I am willing to die for my principles.
Death won't be the thing you have to worry about next.
I gave you what you needed, and now you will give me what I need.
Go fast, okay? And remember Plan B.
See you on the inside.
You hear that?
Something in the air is coming. You better get out here.
Shit. They're coming. Hurry up.
I am hurrying. I'm almost there.
It seems different, doesn't it?
Plan B!
Please, please. Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Please, please.
Please, please, please.
Caspian, you okay?
You don't have to hurt him.
We need to go. I'm in their air-gapped network.
I have control over their comms and security.
Meet me by the servers.
You say you've met all the others.
If not me,
who is your just god, then?
I don't know.
Liar.
Follow me.
I didn't believe the voice on the other end of the computer
was my husband, was my David.
Or I don't know. I didn't want to believe it.
You knew he volunteered for this experiment?
- Yeah. - And you both knew it was illegal.
Well, I'm not sure that I knew that.
And, I mean, I thought it failed. The company told me it did.
When you found out that wasn't the case, why didn't--
- Maddie? - I'm sorry, Ellen.
- I needed you to pick up. - Who is this?
It's Vinod Chanda. Don't hang up.
It's very important you hear what I have to say.
- Is my daughter all right? - Yes. I...
I don't know. I'm not calling about Maddie.
I'm calling you.
I watched your interview and your Senate hearings.
I'm trusting you as an ally to my kind
and as a voice of reason in all this madness.
Those were closed-door hearings. The interview just started airing.
Dr. Waxman?
You're trusting me?
Ellen, please.
No. You tried to drop a nuke on me and my family!
I'm sorry. I truly never thought it would get that far.
But believe me when I tell you, the threat facing you now
is far, far worse.
Are you threatening another attack?
Warning you of one.
But not by me,
by Stephen Holstrom.
Stephen... What? He's been dead for--
Waxman, tell her.
His brain was cryopreserved and scanned and uploaded last month,
without the flaw.
We can't trust anything he says.
But you have to.
Holstrom's going to unleash a new pandemic.
It is a virus, engineered of his own design,
more contagious and more deadly than anything that has come before.
It will kill millions worldwide within weeks.
But that is just the beginning.
He wants to make embodied life intolerable.
Automation will fill the gap, at first, provide for safety.
As people realize the virus and its mutations are here to stay,
they will become increasingly dependent on technology,
until, slowly at first, and then, in greater and greater numbers,
they will select upload...
and freedom.
Yeah, or this pushes us over the brink,
and we all choke and die nuking each other
back into the Stone Age.
I agree with you. He must be stopped.
When is he doing this? How?
I don't know.
He's already stolen the data he needs to 3D-print the molecule.
You have to find out where he plans to print it.
I am risking everything to tell you this much.
You're gonna have to risk more. You hear me?
If you want any chance of peace,
of a future where humans and UIs can coexist,
you will go back and you will find out where.
Everyone thinks the world's going back to normal,
but it's not, is it?
Things are just changing so fast, they can't even see it.
Yair was too unstable.
I think he could have had a shot at Holstrom, but...
he couldn't be the Guardian.
Farhad wasn't doing so good either.
The cure might have given him his strength back, but...
his heart is...
broken.
I think he's broken.
There's no one left,
and we can't leave Holstrom in charge,
so it's gotta be me.
What's gotta be you?
- I have to upload. - No.
- I'm sorry, but-- - No! It doesn't have to be you.
I'm the only one who can match him,
and I'm the only one we can really trust with this.
It has to be me.