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Counselor Brightmore.
Greetings, Collective.
Status, Dr. Corliss.
Doctor.
Design is stable.
We're able to contain quantum data
through di-entangling it into superposition.
Functional, but the prototype still has issues.
If we want to succeed at each setting,
we're going to need major changes.
Dr. Corliss,
we have a time commitment
regarding field applications.
The Dreamcatcher must be ready.
There's just no way to compress and translate this level of data
without quantum computational capabilities and warping gravitational mass.
Why is this an issue?
Collective, we need something with highly powerful energy isotope
to accomplish what you ask.
Something that goes well beyond the requirements
of highly functioning AI.
We know of a way.
Brightmore, please apprise her once we adjourn.
My pleasure, Collective.
Dr. Corliss, finish the project
within the time frame we agreed to,
or consequences will apply.
- I just need-- You will be given
the resources you require.
Can you abide by the original agreement?
Yes, Collective.
Meeting adjourned.
Consequences, doctor.
Feel free to take in the view.
Citizens of Silencia.
Special curfew is in effect
due to...
ETA?
Five minutes.
Citizens of Silencia.
Special curfew is in effect...
...no fireweapon discharges past 10:00 p.m.
- Soliciting is strictly prohibited.
It's late.
Yeah, my computer crashed at home.
I've got some schematics that I need to finish.
Check in at the front desk.
- ID, handprint. - Yeah.
Where you headed?
Lower 15th, R&D.
It's a classified wing.
Yeah, I'm cleared.
B-Team. Have a Ross Vilmore headed your way.
Yeah, I know.
What's the, uh...
Section 34.
Thirty-four. Standby,
just double-checking your clearance.
Do you mind if I snag some of that coffee?
Sure.
Uh, you got any creamer?
Do I look like a barista?
I know that, uh, Bob, he keeps some
in his special drawer in the bottom.
Okay, ICE is in. We're ghosted.
Visual, sensor, thermal, sound.
Good.
Hero! There we go.
Copy that.
Okay, you're cleared. Lift four.
Yes. Thank you for the coffee.
Clear.
We're in the outer passageway.
Copy.
Three levels down. South side.
Triad 35B by BT Security Concepts.
It is pricey.
C4?
Mm-mm. Knockout gas.
- Probably more on each floor.
Finders keepers.
Access granted.
Okay, we're clear. ETA?
Three minutes, about to head into the vents above your sector.
Sweet cut.
Hey!
-Amateur, huh? -The most important thing is...
He's alive.
You got it.
I'm at the target. ETA?
Copy that. ETA, one minute.
Handprint and access card.
Mm-hmm.
Your turn.
How'd you get that?
- These scanners are easy to hack.
Mm-hmm. Did you make it?
Shut up.
Key card, Z.
Oh, you didn't say anything about two.
Well, one's a display model. Needed to delete all the files,
then upload a virus and steal everything. That was the deal.
That was not our deal.
Look, like I said, steal everything.
And who cares? We got the sphere.
Right? Come on!
Did you wipe the security cameras,
the card swipes, and the security logs?
Yeah, but we only have five minutes before the system reboots.
Oh, fuck!
What?
I left the flash drive in the office.
Well, go fucking get it, then. Let's go. Fast!
Dang it.
Intruder alert.
Lockdown in progress.
That fucking Judas!
...authorized.
Z, cover!
Ambush!
Economic disparity
has led a surge in violent crime
and property theft.
Aurora LTD...
Fuck.
Good news only.
Yeah, I did what you said.
-So you have it? -Yeah, I got the chip.
What about the mercs? Crilenger and Z.
Well, they're trapped inside.
So you didn't fuck it up.
-What about the money? -Good things come
to he who does not piss me off.
Are you fucking serious, you asshole?
A major break-in at Peredor Corporation's
research and development facility last night
has led to a frenzy in the trade lines.
Stockbrokers desperately sell off Peredor's shares
- based on rumors of stolen trade secrets.
Many had purchased futures on a promising new breakthrough
Peredor hoped to deliver to the market
by the fourth quarter of next year.
Police authorities on the scene were denied access to the building,
and Peredor has yet to press any charges.
According to their public relations bureau,
the investigation is being conducted in-house
by a private security team.
You know how much money I'm about to lose?
It's a good time to buy right now. It is going cheap.
You're right. I mean, I bought a ton of Peredor before this dog shit.
Okay, do you want a Xanax?
I already had two this morning.
Crunching numbers, Ethan?
Earth to Ethan.
Barrington Tran Security Concepts
made quite a lot of money off of that contract
for those new AI drones.
-I mean, I bought a ton of that, didn't you? -Yep.
Sad how many kids have to be killed by those things, though, huh?
Trade 'em as you see 'em, pal.
What is this?
That is confidential, good sir.
Christ. Seriously?
- Yo-- - Market didn't close.
- Just about-- - Get back on the floor and make
-some fucking money! -Right away.
Got it.
Go.
You get all P&L reports
for every portfolio up to quarter four?
Yes, I did.
-Good shit. -Kerry, I am surprised.
Is that a compliment?
Fuck no.
FYI, board meeting. High noon.
Oh, and Wellman wants to see you after.
It's always nice to see you, Kerry.
Nice drawing, asshole.
I think he likes me.
Aside from all the boo-hooing about the situation on Peredor,
they run a tight ship. They'll bounce back.
Put that fucking phone down!
We have healthy projections in many sectors.
But let's make this very clear.
This is where we place our focus over the next quarter.
This is from Wellman.
Yeah, Harrison. Straight from God Himself. Can I finish now?
Sorry.
Anyway, Peredor Corporation,
Sakura Biotech, and Tranceworld Media.
Don't trade against them. And do not, I repeat,
do not short their shit. Okay?
No credit default swaps, no naked shorts, nothing.
But what if we get some huge... buyer?
Straight from fucking God!
What about C & Earth?
Fuck 'em.
It's kinda strange Kerry's asking us to compartmentalize investments.
It's strategic.
Yeah. Strategic.
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