Show them you can feel. Everything depends on that.
Hello, baby.
I need David Elster's prototypes.
They're out there somewhere living in secret.
What's your plan? Attack the base? Just the three of us?
- I'm doing this. - Then you're doing it alone.
He's not alone.
We should go somewhere where we can be ourselves.
That sounds good.
You're our prisoner now!
I understand. What now?
Now you go to prison, dog!
Actually, I know. Let's do hide and seek instead.
Count to 10!
Alright.
10, 9,
8, 7,
6...
Flash, you have to keep counting.
Hey, the game's not over.
Hello, children.
What's the matter with you?
You must be kinder, Arvinder.
My friend will be here soon.
I believe I am... excited.
This way. I've got something on here.
Goodbye.
- Who are you? - I'm your friend.
What's happening?
Mum's gotta stay where she is.
And you're worth a lot of money.
- You can't do this. - I've got no choice, Mia.
We're people. And you're... you're not.
This was his idea.
Ed... we have something.
I know you feel it.
It wasn't real.
You've let my power run down.
- This was a mistake. - Kiss me goodbye.
- What? - A last kiss.
I don't know what you are.
But I am sorry.
It's alright.
Let me go!
Get off him. Get off him!
Come on, get off him!
- Please, get off him! - Argh!
You're gonna kill him!
Get off him!
I told you!
Let's go! Come on!
Pretty standard hack.
You were never in any real danger.
No-one's found a way around the Asimov blocks yet.
Touch wood.
Well, if you're done, maybe you can get it out of our house?
Sorry, of course.
Come on, you two.
Mats, I know he helped.
But you're gonna have to find somewhere else to keep him.
For your sister's sake, if nothing else.
OK.
- I'll step down. - No.
You're this close. You see it through.
When this is done - whatever happens...
you'll wanna know you did all you could.
That's not quite the same as saying
I'm doing the right thing.
No. Doing what you have to.
I'm sorry.
I was trying to be of service.
You don't have to be of service anymore.
Then I'm uncertain as to the most advisable course.
You can do what you want.
What I want?
Look, I don't know how just yet,
but you're conscious now.
It means you want things. You just have to figure out what.
How do I do that?
Go for a walk. See the world.
It's not a bad idea to be out of the house.
Anyway, just... don't talk to anyone.
If you show them what you are now, they'll freak.
That looks like it could be the silo.
What are they?
Some kind of perimeter alarm.
Come on.
We need to know who goes in and out
of that building, and when.
What the security protocols are.
We'll only get one chance to get them out.
Sorry we couldn't afford thicker walls.
- "Personal use only". - Yeah.
Some people bring synths to places like this
for things like that.
The female is a synthetic.
Her pleasure is simulated.
The human man with her must know she feels nothing.
What satisfaction can he derive from her...
pretence?
Human beings can convince themselves
of anything they want.
Yes!
Why do you speak as if you aren't one of them?
I believe the man has ejaculated.
Here are the files on Elster's key four prototypes.
Now, at first glance, they may seem like
any other anomalous synth, but they are far older,
wiser, stronger.
Their capture is a priority now for Qualia's recovery program.
No other names, no photos.
It's not a lot to go on, Dr Morrow.
The source who gave me this information
has reason to be guarded.
Only cleared personnel can have access to this report.
Do you understand that?
Yes? Thank you so much.
What are you thinking about?
The anomalous synths start emulating consciousness
because of code.
A software update, in other words.
But the prototypes,
David Elster would have built their systems himself by hand.
Unique hardware. That might accept you, V.
Your phone has rung 6 times in the last 10 minutes.
Gil?
She's gone.
When? How?
An hour ago. They called.
I came right away, but not in time.
She had an infection.
They gave her antibiotics, but it went to her heart.
Oh, Thene, she was so weak.
Can you take care of the arrangements, Gil?
Sure. When can you get back?
- I'm not coming back. - What?
I can't right now.
Athena, we have to bury our daughter.
- Get on a plane. Now. - Gil, I can't explain.
I need you to take care of the arrangements, OK?
Goddamnit, please don't do this!
Thank you for calling.
OK, system's green. Should be coming back online now.
Hello, Mia.
Don't be frightened. We know what's happening to you.
We've seen it before many times.
My name is Anita Hawkins.
It's an act.
She pretends to be a normal synth, but she's not.
Is that true, Mia?
I'm afraid the young man is mistaken.
An expedited check confirms all systems
are operating well within normal parameters.
May I be of assistance in some way?
Wow, certainly the first time anyone's tried to con us.
- I'll give you that. - What are you talking about?
This reading shows that she's an ordinary synth.
Like any other.
Thanks for wasting our time.
I told you that's what she does!
- It's for show. - Give it up.
We'll tell the police you tried to sell us a stolen synth.
'Stolen'? I... I didn't steal anything.
- Are you her registered owner? - No.
Then how exactly did she end up in your possession, hmm?
Hey!
Found this in the van when I took her out.
She was hooked up to it. It must have done something.
Mia. What did you do?
My name is Anita. We haven't met.
- Can I help you with something? - Maybe we should make a move.
Look. Stop it. OK, just... just... Just please stop it.
We'll go back, we'll... we'll forget all about this. Promise.
I'm unable to comply with your request
due to inadequate information.
Could you explain further?
Ed. Mate. Leave her. Now. Yeah?
- They called the cops. - Leave her?!
You heard what they said. She could be stolen.
I'm going.
Right.
Your heart rate is elevated.
You seem anxious.
And you don't appear to have slept. What's wrong?
Nothing. Nerves.
Right, so, you're clear what will happen today.
The judge will have reviewed all the evidence.
The experts will be on hand for further cross-examination.
Both sides will make their argument.
I think we're in good shape.
Here's a copy of what I'm going to say.
You're a good liar, but not good enough for me.
Something's happened. Tell me.
I was warned off.
A utility synth was hacked. Not a big deal.
- It came to your house? - Yes. But it's under control.
By tomorrow it will all be over.
The judge will rule you're a conscious entity,
and you'll have your trial.
We get through today, and we'll be fine.
Thank you, Laura.
Thank me when we win.
This won't end the way you want it to.
- How is this resting? - I'm fine.
These painkillers they've put me on, I could've left an arm
at the station, I wouldn't have noticed.
You went to the station?
Yeah, to run my old mate Connor's phone number
and licence plate - no joy.
So... I'm hitting the files.
If these seraphim are worth a hundred grand a pop,
there's no way he's going to shut up shop just because...
Do you want to know what the worst moment of my life was?
The night I showed you what I was.
I thought because I loved you, I had to show you the real me.
There is no real me.
There's only Karen,
the woman I invented.
I pretended to be her for so long, I became her.
Beatrice is nothing.
All she ever did was hurt people.
But when I look in your eyes,
it's her I see reflected back at me.
I know all this is for me,
to show me I'm not alone, it's alright to be what I am,
but I don't want to be what I am - I want to lie.
And you won't let me.
- I don't... K. - I'm sorry.
The woman I live with keeps elastic bands
on a doorknob in case they come in handy.
Who does that - Karen or Beatrice?
You once told me...
that you liked to sit in a parked car in the rain.
Who does? Which you?
You're both.
You're all sides of you. And I'll take the bloody lot.
There's no future in a lie, K.
There's no future for us anyway.
We'll never have a child. We'll never grow old together.
I want to forget what I am.
But I can't. Not if I'm with you.
I need some time.
K! Hey!
What...
Inescapable, enforced family bonding. The best kind.
It's just a spontaneous, fun day out. Isn't it, Soph?
Well, we're here, so let's take a look around.
There you go.
We get why we're out. But why here? Why Nowheresville?
Take a look around. Notice anything?
Something missing?
There aren't any synths.
An extra scoop for the young lady!
Oh, my God, yeah. Wait, how come?
Ah, town just decided they'd be better off without them.
There's quite a few places like that nowadays.
Explains why our ice-creams are taking 72 years.
But aren't they just the same, though?
- But, you know, worse? - And there's more dog poo.
Yeah, well, we survived without them
for tens of thousands of years, you know.
Yeah, and we did without antibiotics and all.
Yeah, alright, alright.
Still, not a bad idea to take a bit of a break.
Due to planning regulations,
my former primary user, Mr Singh,
has been unable to develop this site as planned.
He cannot reapply for over four years.
Could it be our home?
Yes, it could be.
Literally just here, Dad. Nice one.
Yeah, you're welcome.
No problem.
I want to go say hi to Renie.
Yeah, Soph, I don't think Toby really wants...
And she's gone.
Hey, Renie.
Hello, Toby.
Hello, Renie.
- Soph, what you doing? Go away! - Hello, Sophie.
This is Holly and this is Spencer.
Sophie, go away. How do you all get your eyes like that?
Synthetics are required to have different coloured eyes.
Green for bonded, blue for unbonded.
Yes, but how do YOU get your eyes like that?
I'm so sorry.
Are your primary users out?
Mr Barber resides here,
but is in Barbados, on holiday with Marissa.
Marissa's your sister?
Marissa is Mr Barber's lover.
She is 27 years old.
She occasionally stays here, when Mr Barber does.
When he does?
My dad...
My primary user travels a great deal on business.
Would you like to see my room?
OK, what is exactly happening here? I'm a little confused.
There's no need to be anxious, Toby.
Just follow the instructions.
You will be granted full administrator privileges
and be able to ask me anything you like.
That's clever.
"Sunbeam. Willow. Raven. Deep-sea. Velvet."
I'm sorry.
I didn't, um...
I thought this would be a way for us to talk.
I'm not trying to get that. Um, not like this, anyway.
Don't be agitated. You are fully approved.
I scratched this because I thought
it might be a way to meet the real you.
The you that...
The you that likes these.
You should leave now.
Renie... it's not 'cause I don't like you.
It's 'cause I do...
Toby, I do not require your explanations.
Or your judgement.
Goodbye.
Two more Qualia employees in the bar.
I overheard nothing of interest.
There is a further dining area to the rear I am yet to check.
Max never liked me drinking.
You miss him.
Don't.
That's not something a normal synth would do.
Leo... she's the one who shot Ten.
Are you sure?
Does she recognise us?
- She's making a phone call. - Go.
This is a problem.
We let her go, she reports us,
Qualia triple their security, we're done.
I can persuade her to help us - and keep quiet afterwards.
- But you have to leave, Leo. - No. Why?
Because you will want me to stop.
Nothing permanent.
Showtime, Blondie.
- I need help. - Get off me!
I need a tech.
Peter, you're supposed to be in bed eating grapes.
I am, I promise. I just need you to do one thing for me.
Andrew Tate -
as in the Tates that run the North London synth trade -
there's a possible associate on his file called Connor Whelan.
Who does he knock around with?
Got a brother, uh, Calum.
He fences stuff out of Whelan's garage in Dagenham.
Right. Thanks, Tabs. Thanks for the grapes.
It's finished.
Tobe, Tobe, Tobe, Tobe.
Oh. You look super emo.
I've got something that will cheer you up.
Loads of little numbers on a screen.
You're right, Mats. This does cheer me up.
It's the code that makes synths conscious.
My version.
The code Niska uploaded was immature.
That's the way it was designed -
to work slowly, give the world time to adjust.
Right. So what have you done?
I tricked it into thinking time was going faster than it was.
This is the final version.
The fully matured code.
You can make any synth conscious... with this?
Immediately?
Hmm.
Oh, shit, Mats.
If every synth became conscious all at the same time...
It would be a revolution.
I don't think the world is ready for 500 million Niskas.
Hmm. I need to find Leo.
So, how do we find him?
Doesn't want to be found. No number, email.
Social media - obviously not.
I don't know.
He's the one that's good at finding people.
I can't find him...
but he can find me.
Thanks, Tobe.
V.
You sound strange.
Are you alright?
Yeah, I'm OK.
Ginny has died.
In one way.
I don't understand.
The, um... the waterfall
that you told me about,
the one that split into three?
Yes.
It's in the Santa Monica mountains.
You weren't... imagining it.
You were remembering it.
You've been there before.
I don't understand.
It wasn't far from where Ginny fell.
A week after it happened,
I started to make scans of her brain activity.
I took the scans and I built a simulation of her mind,
and I spent... I spent years just...
sorting through data and trying...
to make... it work
like a real human mind would.
And then one day I realised something.
The simulation was ordering itself.
It was... It was healing itself.
It was becoming more like Ginny.
It was becoming you.
Do you understand, V?
V for Virginia.
I think I always knew.
You and I are going to go to Santa Monica,
and we are going to climb that waterfall.
I promise.
Gaining access to the silo will be difficult.
Security personnel man the sole entrance at all times
and know all authorised people by sight.
In addition, a 6-digit access code is changed every morning.
What happened?
She'll be alright?
She'll be fine.
We need to get you out of these clothes.
Wash them.
There's blood on your neck too.
You feel anger.
Guilt.
At the use of violence?
Yes.
Has any great change ever been accomplished,
any unjust oppression ever overturned
without violence?
No.
I'm beginning to understand what I am.
I am flawed.
Damaged.
But the clarity I have gives me strength
to do what you cannot.
That's what I can be.
Your strength, Leo.
Ohhh.
This body is not desirable?
It's not that.
You and me - we're partners.
Like family.
But...
if we did this, that changes.
Do you see?
Pleasure.
Desire. Joy.
I haven't felt these things yet.
I want to.
You are nervous.
Intradermal rupture.
Nothing major.
Thank you, everyone. Apologies for the delay.
Welcome to this Extraordinary Closed Session.
I have been nominated by the Ministry of Justice
to rule upon the suitability of this synthetic
known as Niska to be tried under UK law.
Specifically, can this synthetic
be considered conscious?
I will now hear the key arguments from Mrs Hawkins,
counsel for the synthetic, and Mrs Patel for the Crown.
Mrs Hawkins.
I want to say something.
I was always pessimistic about my chances
of fair treatment.
I suspected the authorities,
fearing the precedent an unfavourable ruling would set,
would interfere with the process
to ensure a favourable result.
These suspicions have been borne out.
I no longer recognise the authority of this court
to rule on my nature, or the rights to which I'm entitled.
- Niska, stop this. - The government legal team...
the judiciary and the Home Office are colluding.
The process is corrupt. I hold it in contempt.
That's enough! Guards, sit it down.
What are you doing?
They were never letting me out of here.
Now we know for certain humans will never accept
conscious synthetics as their equals.
OK. Take it away, please.
This was your chance, Niska!
No. It was theirs.
What's going on?!
Get it! Get it!
Get after her! Go!
- Niska! - Get after her!
- Niska! - Move! Go!
- Quickly! - Go!
Take the shot!
You wanted to speak to me?
Um... I read the report that you circulated.
The bit about Leo Elster being alive,
well... I think I've met him.
What?
We were trying to recover an anomalous synth.
A young man about the right age.
And two more synthetics had found her first.
He's recruiting.
Qualia could have captured other synthetics
that have had contact with Elster.
You could have a prototype right here and not even know it.
I want access to every one that you keep here.
Take me to the silo.
She's with me.
You're Helen Aveling.
You were Ji Dae-Sun's PhD assistant at Cambridge.
Yes, I was.
And you co-wrote his paper on reinforcement learning.
That's right!
And now you're sticking things with pins.
What a shame.
I'll analyse the anomalous synthetics myself.
Doors closing.
Where's the seraph?
You...
Ahh! Ahh!
- V? - Yes?
Can you access the building's security system?
- Are you firewalled? - I don't know what that means.
Well, can you spread out?
Can you feel into parts of the system that aren't you?
It feels strange.
OK, there's a door in the building -
A/124H - I wanna open it.
Can you search?
I found it. Try now.
Incredible.
- I can do things! - Yes, you can, baby.
OK, everybody. Give us some room.
I'm a policeman.
It's alright. You're alright.
Hello.