Replicas

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man over loudspeaker: We have touchdown.

Donor is on site. I repeat, donor is on site.

The donor signed the releases. We're cleared?

We are cleared.

Attention, donor en route to main lab.

All techs and personnel,

please report to the operating theater.

I repeat: all techs and personnel

please report to the operating theater.

man: Ready?

William: Time since cardiac death?

Uh, seven hours, 15 minutes.

Proceed.

man: Stand by for commencement.

woman: Stand by for neural probe.

Uh, neural tissue intact.

Protoplasmic integrity looks good.

We have a viable cortex. Do you concur?

I concur.

Ball's in your court, William.

This man is dead.

Yet his neurological data is still accessible.

We are going to take his biological brain,

imprint it into that synthetic brain,

replicate the human mind.

Ed, boot the mapping sequence.

- woman: Positioning optimal. - computer: Target acquired.

Ed: Lachrymal targeting complete.

Stand by to engage neural probe.

woman: Stand by for neural probe.

- man: Stand by. - (electronics whirring)

woman: Initiating ocular transfer.

man: Mem drive is online.

OK, mapping confirmed.

Remove the donor.

Stand by to initiate neural imprint.

Initiate.

Scott, try protocol Alpha 9, please, in Parietal.

Thank you.

Temporal annex zone online, looking good.

Frontal online looking good.

OK.

New theta, connectome protocol 345.

Beta one, two-phase application.

P1 site parameters.

AP insular.

Primary action.

Stasis modality exceptional. And translate.

Finalize.

Confirm.

All states, go.

All functions, go.

Imprint complete.

Margaret, energize the body.

- (Margaret keying) - (electronics humming)

Sergeant Kelly.

Do you hear me?

Sergeant.

distorted male voice: Who am I?

William: Sergeant.

You've transitioned to a synthetic body.

William: Try to relax. You're coming online.

It'll take some time.

Kelly: Huh?

Who am I?

William: Sergeant. Try to relax.

Kelly, furiously: Who am I?!

Sergeant.

William: Sergeant! Sergeant Kelly!

- Kelly: Who am I?! - William: Sergeant Kelly!

Turn it off. The imprint failed.

- (beeping) - It severed the override!

- man: No! - (circuits sparking)

- Ed: Pull it! - Kelly: Who am I?!

(indistinct announcements over loudspeaker)

- It spoke. - They've done that before.

No, they've vocalized before, made noises; this one spoke.

I can't tell you how amazing that would have been eight months ago.

Today, it just annoys the shit out of me.

It's progress, undeniable progress.

In my world, progress is measured in results,

which we don't have.

The truth is, I'm not sure how much longer

I can keep the lights on.

Turns out, colossal and repeated failure

tends to spook shareholders.

Who knew?

This is my life's work.

I moved my family here, made sacrifices.

I promise you, I am this close.

Well, it just isn't close enough, is it, Bill?

But don't let it ruin your weekend or anything.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry I'm late.

- It's OK. - How's it going, honey?

The kids aren't even packed yet. They're wild. (giggles)

Daddy!

Zoe!

How's it going? How was your day?

Matt!

Matt: Not in the house, I know.

The troll will not stop spying on me with that thing.

- It is called a spy drone. - OK.

So, go pack now and don't jump on the furniture.

- Hola, Foster family. - Zoe: Ed!

Hey, nugget.

Feed him once a day, but don't overfeed him.

- I'll show you the food. - OK.

Hey, uh, you talked to Jones?

Something like that.

OK, well, what did he say? Did you get fired?

- What's "fired"? - No, I didn't get fired.

- Who got fired? - Daddy.

- What? - Nobody got fired.

Well, I thought you were a goner, man.

Wait, what's going on?

Uh, our test subject ripped itself apart earlier today.

- It was pretty brutal. - What's "brutal"?

It spoke, Mona.

345, the test subject.

It actually spoke.

It spoke? If it could speak, then it could feel.

We shut it down as soon as possible.

You can't keep bringing people back from the dead until you have this stuff worked out.

How many times have you had a patient flatline in ER and you brought them back?

My patients don't rip themselves apart.

She's got a point there, William.

I should probably, uh...

f-find Sophie for the fish situation.

William, honey, I believe in you.

But I don't like where this is headed.

People could suffer.

The first heart transplant patient survived 18 days.

He suffered. Was that wrong?

No. No.

William: I'm on the verge of a breakthrough, Mona.

Soldiers, accident victims, Alzheimer's.

Lives that won't have to be cut short.

But something's preventing the synthetic from achieving watershed consciousness.

Maybe there's more that makes us human, like a soul.

We're the sum total of what has happened to us and how we've processed it.

That's what makes us us. It's all neurochemistry.

Do you really believe that? That's all I am?

Your children?

Just pathways, electrical signals, and chemistry?

You have kids that love you and a wife that adores you.

And we have a scientist.

Do you think I should quit?

- Zoe: Hi. - parents: Hi.

I'm just worried you're losing sight

of what's right and wrong.

I won't.

Trust me.

Ed: OK, have fun.

Oh, I'm gonna get you back.

What's the boat called again?

It's... (sighs) It's called the Cheatin' Hussy.

- Zoe: Daddy! - Ed: Uh...

Keys are in the bait box. We don't do that.

- Daddy! - William: All right, thanks.

- We'll see you Sunday night. - OK, man.

Everybody in?

Mona: Seat belts.

The Foster family ferry to Funtown is ready to sail.

- Zoe: Yay! - Matt: Really, Dad?

Hoist the mainsail, Ahab.

I spy, with my little eye, something that is...

Bored, embarrassed? Possibly adopted?

That would be me.

Hey, Dad, when we get there, can we go fishing on the boat?

- Absolutely. - Are we almost there?

Well, we could just wait for the boat to float by.

You know what they say.

If you don't like the weather, just wait five minutes.

I can't see anything. Can you see anything?

I feel like we should pull over.

OK? Everybody OK?

Holy shit! Holy shit!

That was close.

- Whoa! - (Mona gasps)

- (glass shatters) - Zoe: Daddy!

- William: Hold on! - Sophie: Oh, my God! Mom!