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Ghost Source Zero (2017)
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[WHITE NOISE] GARBAGE MAN: It puts the garbage in the bag. It isn't garbage. - It puts the garbage in the bag. - MAYA: Cool. - [HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING] - [MAYA GIGGLES] REIKO: Stop it. So, when they corrected my astigmatism, it was no big deal to build in a holo-projector. - Are you Maya? - Yeah. - Come with me. - [GIRLS SCREAMING] No. Help! - What is that, what is that? - MAYA: Help! Help! Don't do that, okay? Don't do that, okay? Don't do that. Don't do that, okay? [SCREAMS] GARBAGE MAN: Don't do that, okay? Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. [SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE] [REIKO SCREAMS] [GASPING] I need more money. We've been paying you handsomely for two years. And have seen very little in the way of results. My tremors are getting worse. I cannot put off... the neurographic procedure any longer. That's an expensive operation. How do we know it's worth our while? I've done it. The ghosting. I've mapped the consciousness of a human and transferred it into a robot. It's all on these drives. This... this is my life's work. Now, there are some glitches in the program, which I can tweak, once my operation is complete. The conditions of your contract require completion before final payment. We can make an exception for our friend Sergei Akhmadov. Yeah. Arrange for a neural graft procedure immediately. Saint Claire's Hospital has the best neurological suite in the city. They have the latest of DaVinci surgical bots. You see? Everybody is happy! Yes, we're happy. [LAUGHING] [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING] - MAN 1: It's amazing. Blow jobs. - MAN 2: Oh, my God, yeah. - MAN 1: I mean, the mouth works fantastic. - MAN 2: Right? - MAN 1: Yeah, I tried it out. - MAN 2: [INDISTINCT DIALOGUE] MAN 1: No, Well, yeah, I tried it out. And it they're like... - MAN 2: Great. - MAN 1: ...all different types - of races. - MAN 2: [SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY] - MAN1: Yeah! - MAN 2: Is it as tight as they say? MAN 1: It is definitely as tight as they say. WOMAN: [ON RADIO] Fire teams Bravo and Charlie are in position, Captain. SOLDIER: Captain. Captain. Radio. Warnock here. We're assisting Charlie, en route to Alpha. Yeah. Pinch-hitters are here. Fuck you, Striker. Oh, Captain Warnock. I see you decided to get your feet wet. Crenshaw, put Peter and Wendy on auto and send them in low... WARNOCK: Negative on the drones, Striker. Possible non-combatants on site. You take point, personally. Again? You got the ass for me, or what? I hate your guts like everybody else. You're the best damn door-kicker I've got. Damn right. All right, let's get this throw down jumping. Bradshaw, keep the drones in reserve. I'm first through the door. O'Reilly, you're behind me on the left. You kill anything I miss. Let's go. And so you know, if I let you try mine, - you gotta let me try yours. - Yeah. [SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY] - And the self-cleaning ones too? - Self-cleaning? - Yes, they self-clean. - Oh. I mean, you could just go... Hold on, wait a minute. [AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE] [SCREAMING] Fucking waste of protoplasm. [GROANING] [SCREAMING] [GRUNTING] - Freeze! Drop it! - [GRUNTING] [GROANS] A fucking cyborg. [STRIKER GROANING] Warnock! Grenade launcher! [] [SIRENS WAILING] Give me my cigar. It's a bad habit, Cap. So is losing men. Wilkie, message HQ. Tell them we need two Category One - replacements ASAP. - Roger that. Uh, we have two Category... - Cocksucker... - [SCREAMS] I thought you said this place was clear. Roger that! Correction, HQ, We need three replacements. - SOLDIER: This way is clear! - Hey Captain, we need you. YABLONSKI: Goddamn hard-wire farm. Sometimes humanity makes me wanna puke. This is why. - How many more rooms like this? - About a dozen. - [SIGHS] - We're secure here. Yablonski and Berger are clearing the rest of the crib. [BANGING] Hey Captain. You better come take a look at this. [BUZZING] 'Borg thought he was cute, waiting in the cut. [GUNS COCK] What the hell is that? That's progress, Rothstein. By the end of 2052, Oon Tong was by far the largest multinational crime syndicate in the world. Based in Indonesia, the company had satellite offices in nearly every major city on the planet. Uh, Dubai, Singapore, Neo Tokyo... Software, hardware, weapons, after-market modifications of every kind. Exponential growth in the last five years. They had this incredible ability to drop into any market and identify any unmet demand. They traded as a black market stock with a 4.9 PE and a 1.5 percent dividend yield. Very profitable! Uh, even if those, uh, those exchanges are banned by the SEC. In any case, those financials were beginning to shift as the Oon Tong increased their cash reserves. It's expensive for a corporation to enter new markets. Launching new product lines requires a great deal of startup capital. Chimera-7 reports the Patterson location has been compromised. And? That was part of our pilot program. Should we make a, um, notification? As we were instructed. [] MAN 1: I just don't want to get anything - that's gonna make me sick. - [CHUCKLES] ROBED MAN: General Tso's chicken. And can I have a small egg roll, please? I'm pretty sure he's already got a small egg roll. [LAUGHS] That's not what your mom said last night. What did you say? It was hard to understand her with her mouth full. Sounded like... [MUMBLING] - Say that again. - [ROBED MAN CONTINUES] You're a real tough guy, huh? Think you can take both of us on? Oh, I forgot, - don't all you chinks know that Kung Fu shit? - [MAN 2 CHUCKLES] Not all of us. Just me. - Yeah? - [ROBED MAN GRUNTS] [GROANS] No, stop! No! No, no, no, no! No, no, no, no, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Please, please, please, please! - Please, I was just... - ROBED MAN: Just what? Being an asshole? FEDERAL AGENT: [THROUGH ANDROID'S SPEAKER] Freeze! Federal agents! Put your hands on your head! - Don't shoot! Don't shoot! - [ANDROID WHIRS] FEDERAL AGENT: You're under arrest for the unauthorized militarization of an android, and murder. Oh God, oh God, where's my mom? FEDERAL AGENT: No sudden movements! Release control of the puppet. Put down the controller now! - But, I'm not... - Put it down now! [WHIRRING AND BEEPING] [MOUTHING] What the fuck. - [SPEAKING CHINESE] - [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING] [CHAVEZ SIGHS] Remember this bust when you're at the polls. If the wrong side wins, androids might actually have rights. Our 17-year-old suspect would be looking at a mere slap on the wrist. And his chop-socky android, twenty to life. Hey! Think about the global terrorists... being absolved of the atrocities their suicide 'borgs commit. Long time no see, Captain. Are you still with the D-9? How's life in the slow lane, Chavez? It's good. More time for the kid, you know. How's the arm? Broke the punk's jaw, didn't I? You still range qualified on the M-501? - In the field. - I need you. - Damn straight, who else? - I put Category One requests. CHAVEZ: Still dreaming, huh? WARNOCK: So these online gaming communities, they're bigger than some Third World countries. The Oon Tong has hundreds of sweatshop locales, hundreds, linked into them. They're called nodes. And we've raided so many of their nodes that they've started guarding them with weaponized cyborgs. - Do it! - WOMAN: Come on! WARNOCK: Do it now! Yeah sucker! We've been hitting them hard, scoring a good burn-down rate. [GRUNTING] WARNOCK: Going mano a mano with those mooks who can't feel pain and aren't afraid of dying, is like skinny dipping in a piranha tank. I shit you not. [SCREAMS] WARNOCK: What they were guarding were partial lobotomized slaves. All connected on a neural network 24/7. They're accounting systems, usually some off-the-shelf hardware. But this time we found something else. Hang loose. I gotta let Senator Pastori bend my ear to justify his oversight committee. Tony "take no prisoners" Chavez. They finally let you come back and play with the bad boys, eh? Doctor Hu was just briefing me on your most recent raid, Captain. Yeah, it was a good hunt. Got some good leads. Fight bad crime. You're not losing track of the real primary objective, are you? I know what your committee wants. I don't have to like it. Nobody likes taxes, but everybody still pays them. Nobody likes politicians either. But they keep voting us in. Don't they? Just remember there's an election coming up. Lieutenant Sariya Sorensen reporting for duty, sir. [ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING] There's, uh, there's supposed to be three replacements. SARIYA: Budget cuts and no recruits, sir. Holy shit. The prodigal has returned. ROTHSTEIN: Sparks will fly. Fall in with team. I'm about to do a mission debrief. Fuck. This looks different. Metamorphosis. It's already morphed twice since you brought it in. Listen up people. Is that lipstick standard issue? We've been targeting Oon Tong money-marketing operations to hit them where it hurts. And dig up intel on their long-term plans. What we've found in the raid confirms our suspicion. The Oon Tong is branching out into bio-engineering. Doctor? This bio-mass appears to be a self-sustaining organism. Engineered with its own nervous, circulatory and endocrine systems. Nothing like it in the US Patent archives of biological inventions. If it is self-sustaining, why was it hooked up to all that shit? The IV lines you saw provided the mass with nourishment. And the rest were data-lines infused with a tissue matrix. It's a data repository that can resist downloads to unknown parties. What's the point? Why have a hard drive you have to feed? At least you don't have to take it for walking. The Oon Tong is stepping up in computer virus attacks and plowing profits back into bio-engineering. We need to know why. - [WARNING BEEPS] - WARNOCK: Doctor! DR. HU: It's becoming unstable. - Oh, what is that stink? - It's breaking down! It's burning. Hydrochloric acid. Don't touch it! [GROANING] We're losing the connection. Its burning my hands! Salvage all the data as fast as you can. We need that intel. DR. HU: Its homeostasis was fine. Stomach acid, it's digesting itself. - We could try sedating it. - WARNOCK: No time. We need that tissue sample to trace the DNA origins. Lieutenant Sorensen, stand down! - [BEEPING CONTINUES] - [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING] WARNOCK: Data? ROTHSTEIN: Data recovery aborted. - We barely got anything. - It self-destructed. WARNOCK: Outside, Lieutenant Sorensen. - What the hell was that? - Bio-hazard containment breech, sir. - I was following protocol. - I ordered you to stand down! Overriding protocol is above your pay grade. Report to sick bay. Get checked out by Doc Yomtov for a full clearance. Look. We can't undo our history, so if it's gonna be the 500-pound gorilla, why don't you cut me a transfer right now? WARNOCK: Transfer's not an option. Our roster's already short of effectiveness to start. We're staring into the abyss here. [SARIYA SCOFFS] Abyss? Are you paraphrasing Nietzsche or are you still studying with that mystical martial arts guru? Get the clearance. The entire American tech industry had been stifled under federal programming regulations for years at that point. That's how frightened everyone actually really was at the mere thought of creating a thinking machine. Completely self-aware intelligent software. Full-grade artificial intelligence, that was the buzzword they kept throwing around. Full-grade AI was the Pandora's box that contained a slew of other ethical issues. But the real haunting prospect: ghosting. Um, what are we doing here? We got a flag regarding suspicious deaths with androids or mechs with network capability. Oh, I've heard of that. Uh, my unit was tracking Ebola 1337. We had a similar flag order. Ebola 1337? I've never heard of it. Good for you, less nightmares. Okay, everybody, this is Sergei Akhmadov. He was a scientist from Chechnya. He was scheduled for a basic nerve grafting by a... Series Three Leonardo surgical bot. Capable of over 1700 surgical procedures. We got about 20 of those in 15 seconds before they could stop it. I could have done 25. Incidentally, the laser-cut meat cubes aren't even part of any standard medical procedure. Actually, they don't even know why they did it. They're free-styled. ScanCom said this guy may be a person of interest. They think some computer virus did this? Not just any virus. I mean, Ebola 1337 is hardcore. Oon Tong's been tweaking it for years, as the Captain knows quite well. I read the reports on Ebola 1337. Anything pop out to you, Chavez? CHAVEZ: It's weird. It started executing unnecessary surgical procedures in inappropriate locations. But then these cubes... - Looks like they got bored. - Bored? Yeah, well, that's the odd part. Viruses don't get bored. If the Leonardo was jacked in at the time of the crime, then it was hacked. Hacker gets bored, but a virus... The level of sophistication is too high for this just to be a random attack. This guy must be important. Well, if it's Ebola 1337, there's a link to the Oon Tong. I'd say it was remotely jacked in by a hacker. When was the bot's firmware last updated? Um, this bot... upgraded a couple hours before the Akhmadov incident. There's no way a software did all this. Wait, there's more, um, so after the death, the bot erased all of its drives. All the files are gone, except for one. Hmm. CHAVEZ: Round two, zero one, three zero, zero nine three. SARIYA: Round two, fight! - [CHAVEZ SCOFFS] - CHAVEZ: My kid loves that game. He's into that retro stuff. - Aw. - WARNOCK: So... This looks like time code after round two thing, right? But what does it mean? And why is this file addressed to me? Someone's onto us. Hell, I should get going. Responsibilities of parenthood, you know? - Warnock. - Yeah? The tissue analysis has come back from bio-techs. - And? - Well, the tissue's definitely engineered, not human. Our first thought was stolen stem cell stocks, but, uh, not this stuff. This is made to be more durable and last longer. Made onsite by industry practitioners. What industry, uh, reconstructive surgery? Cosmetics, sports enhancements? Adult entertainment! Pleasure droids. Sex bots. - Get Chavez back in here. - SOLDIER: Yes, sir. We're going clubbing. [SCOFFS] Help! Help! - Help! - [BANGING ON DOOR] Help! Help! Help! Help! - [INTERCOM BEEPS] - Captain, we're in position. All right, Yablonski, Bradshaw guard the roof. The rest of us, we're going in. This is bullshit, I should be on point. - Boudreau's on point. - Why does Boudreau get to have the fun? Don't worry, I'll let you smell my fucking finger when I get back. - Fuck you, cowboy. - All right, let's go. Fucking Americans. [] Hey! - [GUN CLICKS] - BERGER: Relax sweetie, you'll live longer. Cyber Crime Division, this is a raid. No need to be terrified if you haven't been modified. - WOMAN: Shit. - MAN: It's the filth. - [TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS] - [INDISTINCT CHATTER] Stick around cupcake, we're just getting started. Nothing to worry about over here. Everybody knows the drill. We're only interested in illegally modified androids. So, don't swallow your contraband or stick it where the sun don't shine. It's gonna be a bitch tracking these hostiles with so many unknowns walking around. Hi, Berger. Everybody, on me! [] Oh, put this on. Guard the hallways. - Dude, what about... - I don't care about your hair now, put it on! Fucking dick. LEWIS: No freebies, Berger. I got a full line of maintenance tonight. Shut your sock, Lewis. This is no shakedown. We have a warrant. Hey, every man's got his price. What, you want cash instead of taking it out in trade, huh? Sit down and zip it, bot-pimp. Lewis, you're the largest purchaser of Softy-Touch brand tissue stock in the country. Yeah, last time I looked, that wasn't against the law. We're seizing all your transaction records. And your accounting books. Hey, filth, look, normally we only have the option of a humanoid sex bot, but in your case, I'm gonna grease up the sheep simulator. You've got 32 teeth. Do you want to try for none? Don't diss the Captain. [GRUNTS] Aw! What the... These Sharona-21s are top of the line expensive-o! Aw. Fuck! Come on! Shit! What... I don't know nothing, okay? CHAVEZ: Dirty, dirty, dirty. Hey Boss, maybe what this place needs is a full CDC and FDA audit. With the backlog, this dump could be shuttered... six months? Aw, you pricks! Come on, what... - What do you want? - Tissue stocks. I don't know nothing about no Oon Tong skimming tissue stocks, okay? - [] - [INDISTINCT CHATTER] It's uh... What are you looking at? Get back to work! - [KEYBOARD CLICKING] - Okay. Okay. Okay. Oon Tong tells me look the other way. I look the other way. All right, I don't want no trouble. They take about 20 percent of my shipment and they give me cash for it, that's it, all right? That's it. I write it off like one of these needs a major overhaul or an upgrade or something like that. Times are tough, you know, with the way the economy is, the stress from the election. You... Hey, you guys are Cyber Crime, right? I'm on your side. Huh? Fuck these liberal Bot Rights Movement faggots, right? A human can have sex with a robot. It ain't nobody's business, especially the law. And, and, and a bot can look like a man, it can look like a woman, it can look like your daughter, could look like your mother, huh? WARNOCK: This is bullshit. And if a 'borg rapes your sister, you gonna be satisfied when we take it down? You don't think you'd want to spend five minutes with the kid who coded that bot? No, no, no, look, look, you're missing the point entirely. That's not what I'm saying. The stem cells. I want dates, numbers, details. I believe, I can help you. Ebola 1337 must be stopped. I want to help you. What do you know? You jacked into the net? - Just jacked in. - Hey, hey, hey, hey. Manual override, hibernation mode, - one seven one seven... - Let it talk, dirt bag! This sex bot is warning us about Ebola 1337. There is not a lot of time, Captain Warnock. You are in danger. - Who are you? What do you want? - He's tunneling in. You guys do a hardline firmware upgrade? - Are you remotely tunneling in? - Yes. [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING] Get back upstairs, robot. Get back upstairs. Tunneling in? A hacker is puppeteering this sex bot remotely. Who are you? I need answers! I need you to trust me and I need to trust you. Which is why I'm showing you this. [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING] If you can decipher... [AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE] [SCREAMING] - Weaponized sex bot! - Is that Giordano? She's dry! Maybe not. Boudreau, you and I, distraction! - Got it! - WARNOCK: Sariya and Berger, you take her out, on three! One, two, three! [YELLING] [EERIE MUSIC PLAYING] What the hell just happened? We lost everything. Not everything. [PHONE BEEPING AND CHIMING] Any news? No. Off the grid for 16 hours. Intercepts? Chatter from Warnock's Team? Nothing. Could be they're keeping quiet. I don't like it. We proceed as planned. We proceed as instructed. We work to realize the dream. If we don't reestablish contact, it won't make a difference. We will reestablish contact. [SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE] Yes. That is correct. [ICE CUBES RATTLING] [EERIE MUSIC PLAYING] Just started the cryptography analysis on the file we found from her. So far nothing's come up. It. I'm sorry? You said her, it's a fucking it. That might change on Election Day. A cold day in hell. You're letting it get personal. Anything with the logs? The Oon Tong's been skimming stem cell stocks from this one sex bot club for years. Hundreds of these clubs in New York alone. Could be just the tip of the iceberg. We've got facial recognition apps running on every security camera in the city. So far, no hits on her likeness on any of the escort manufacturing catalogs. I had her. It's pegged as a weaponized sex bot and I still do. It's possible, she's human by nature but a very high cybernetic composition. It doesn't matter whether we're dealing with enhanced human being, or a sex bot being programmed remotely. The Oon Tong definitely have the biotech for both. Bear down on it! If someone doesn't want us to know, then we damn well better find out. [] WARNOCK: That's it for today. I'm buying the first round at Durkin's. [INDISTINCT CHATTER] Sergeant Striker, Spec-Fives O'Reilly and Giordano kicked down their last doors and went out. If not in glory, then in something damn close to it. XO Wilkie, he may have been an asshole, but he was our asshole! Here's to them and those like them. ALL: Damn few left. Damn few left. - WARNOCK: Get another one. - We're gonna kick some ass. Another round. [] SARIYA: Why me? Excuse me? You and I, we have a troubled history, over a dozen sys-admins have it over me on seniority and field experience. Why do I have this assignment? You're smarter than the rest of them. You take initiative when it's called for it, and you're good-looking. And what do looks have to do with it? Your looks gave you an advantage your whole life. I need people with natural self-confidence. You've got it in spades. Chavez, he's a sentimental sap, but self-doubt? So, what you want a bunch of self-involved fanatics? Believe me, when you kick down a door, you want everybody behind you to be a cocky-ass son of a bitch. [INDISTINCT CHATTER] [] [GRUNTING] [AUDIENCE CHEERING] [BELL DINGS] Everyone, make noise for round two, woo! [ROCK MUSIC PLAYING] [BELL DINGS] [AUDIENCE CHEERING] [SCREAMING] - [SCREAMING] - [BONE CRACKING] - [SCREAMING] - [THUD] - [WHIRRING] - [DRIPPING] Where's Chavez? Some emergency with his kid. Listen, it had to have been a hack job. You realize how shit impossible it is to override the First Law of Robotics? It's a coincidence verging on Jungian synchronicity that this Marshall Deng, who happens to be carrying an anti-AI-rights card be the one spectator to catch the full brunt when your mech goes into berserker mode. Listen, I never seen that mook before in my life. And fuck that berserker shit, my mech ain't got no black market mods. Listen, I know this is an unlicensed venue, but my mech is nothing short of legit. Splitting hairs, aren't we? Fuck you, I ain't no gray area lurker. All right, when was your mech last serviced and when was it last on the grid? Jacked in? Last night. But it wasn't service. Nothing was installed. These are simple garage mods here, no standardized releases. Standardized releases? What this coding in anyway? Fusion script? Fucking God. You custom code everything? Shit heel. I did not hack my own bot. That's rich. This whole thing looks like a hack. Listen, my protocols are clean. My algorithms are tight. We were undefeated for 12 straight matches, and now this? A round two fucking meltdown. Sariya, can you back up to the start of the round? Can you pinpoint when your mech broke directives in the log files? Hell, I can do it right here from the visual feed. There. See it dip? That's where I lost acquisition. Supposed to have the target square in its sights at all times. That is exactly, where it happened. May I? Yeah, looks about right. - Well, what do you know? - Fucking A. [HUMMING ALONG TO JAZZ MUSIC] [DOOR BELL RINGS] Edna? Edna, is that you? You aren't supposed to be here until next week. Oh my Lord. Hi. Do you live alone? Yes. Good. [] [INDISTINCT CHATTER] All right. The suits and haircuts upstairs want us to wrap this investigation up before the election. Yeah, right. Reports? We have a full profile on Marshall Deng from Research. Much faster than Sergei Akhmadov. I still have zip on him. Deng was a lobbyist for the service bot manufacturing industry. He's worked all over Washington, Tokyo, the entire Middle Eastern strip. Hardcore anti-AI-rights. Nobody in the robotics business wants AI rights. You recognize civil rights. Regulators will come into play. Activation, storage, retirement, everything's gotta be done humanely. And the federal regulators are already all over them. I mean, no question, the industry is anti-AI-rights all the way. And Deng was their most effective proponent. So, he was near the top of the Oon Tong hit list. [SARIYA SCOFFS] Deng was about to go on a six-country tour. Regardless of who wins this election, he would have been real busy. So, the rogue sex bot we saw on the scene, hacks the fighter mech and takes him out. [SCREAMS ECHO] And the mech was infected by Ebola 1337. Machines hacking machines. Escort services in my area. WARNOCK: Our sex bot's been busy. Anti-AI-rights. Looks like the Oon Tong have a motive. What's the bigger picture? WARNOCK: We done? I wanted to brief you on the biomass tissue. The, the uh, the analysis? Did the reports come back from the lab? Right. Wait. The engineered stem cells are mondo sophisticated. Crazy-ass DNA sequences. That tissue stock was engineered for something so far ahead of the curve I can't even begin to... How does that tie in with the Oon Tong's larger motives? Oh, well maybe, if I can get the dossier on Sergei Akhmadov. Research still hasn't let me... I told you to let me worry about that. You're still dealing with mind-fuck, aren't you? You haven't gotten over it yet, have you? I mean, are you getting a psych-eval, or are you still getting spiritual guidance from that wacky-ass sensei? That will be all, Lieutenant Sorensen. You dialed for a date? I've been thinking about that sex bot. The assumption is that she or it is being controlled by some hacker with crazy Kung Fu coding skills. Something's just not right there. Elaborate. CHAVEZ: Well back at the club, you blew away its dorsal inputs. It can't jack back into the grid. The recharging port and the wireless antenna are located there as well. WARNOCK: So, it can't top off. Wait, how did the puppeteer steer to the mech that took out Deng if it can't connect? Exactamente. It crossed the line. - Made the big jump. - CHAVEZ: Full grade. Not even the US Navy Seals' mechanized constructs are fully autonomous. We need to see that text code. Sariya, did you install the upgrades? SARIYA: I installed the upgrades, I installed the second version. I ran the scan three times. It's just garbage text, Warnock, I don't see... Wait, wait, wait, wait. Back up to the window you were just in. E? E? Zoom out 10 percent put it on the big screen. Deliverator's Special, it hits the spot, two-fifty-five per slice. What the fuck? That's the big picture. They hid Akhmadov's body. The contact at the sex bot club. He knows everything. And for some reason, he wants to share it. [EERIE MUSIC PLAYING] VOICE THROUGH BOT: We could've worked something out. I'm a paraplegic veteran. This bot is my only source of income. I'm sorry. VOICE THROUGH BOT: No, you're not. Ready for the procedure, one minute. So, there is no Deliverator Pizza anywhere in the city. In fact, none in the country. But the Deliverator is an allusion to a character in an old fanboy sci-fi novel. Yeah, everyone knows that one. Basic required reading at the academy. It's giving us context. That book was about a programmer. - It was also about... - Yeah, I know. First things first. Two dollars and 55 cents. Where do you know you get a slice that cheap? Sleep mode. I hope you never wake up. [] - [SPEAKING RUSSIAN] - Oh! Beat it! Don't come near me when I'm tired. You got Deliverator's Pizza. BERGER: Hilarious. YABONSKI: Fuck this pizza man. All the slices are different sizes. I'm taking the big one. You can get little one for your diet. [MUTTERING] Wait, wait. That's not two dollars and 55 cents. It hits the spot. Sariya, each of those slices are different proportions. - Okay. - This isn't an ad for a pizza place that doesn't exist? It's a puzzle. The Deliverator's a programmer. That's the first hint. Each of these four slices are different sizes. Calculate the proportions they are from the whole. Twelve percent, whatever, but not by 100. By 255. You get four numbers. Nine. Looks like, uh... - An IP address. - The IP address. It hits the spot. [] [ROCK MUSIC PLAYING] BOT: Enter. All the times It was wanted night Captain Warnock. You got my message. WARNOCK: Andrew Han, you're under suspicion for 27 violations of federal programming statutes, and conspiring with a known criminal organization - to compromise national cyber security. - Boring! And we know that you have a congenital deformity. Oh, very observant. WARNOCK: A deformity that no FDA-approved tissue grafting or organ synthesis can correct. At least, nothing outside the black market. SARIYA: But maybe someone reached out to you. A trade, you help us, we'll help you. - That was the deal, wasn't it? - [COUGHING] Your clues, what if we never figured them out? Well, then you'd be no use to me. And how could you be of use to us? Ebola 1337. How can we be of use to you? They have my sister. [HAN COUGHS] Wake up! Wake up sleepyhead. Maya, you've been sleeping forever. I made you this lychee tea. Mm. Lychee tea? It's Leechee, dummy! It's like how Mom used to make it. [COUGHING] [PAPERS RUSTLING] HAN: It started with simple tasks, paid with in-game gold. And things got... heavy. They promised me bio-engineering labs. They told me there was gonna be - bio-engineering... - What did they tell you to do? First it was hand-to-hand combat mods. I knew it, asshole. Centrifugal center-of-gravity algorithms. N-point number of articulation support. Ebola 1337. Did you write Ebola 1337? Did I write... [LAUGHS] Come on... [COUGHS] I tried to pull the plug on it. They took her! They told me the deal was off. If I don't do what they say, they're gonna kill her! I thought, they would keep her safe. Except for that death at the hospital. Akhmadov. I thought we were just stealing patient information. Blackmail mining. You know, I tunneled in and gave it access. You gave "it" access? You let the virus in. You pathetic piece of shit! Ebola 1337 is not a virus! It's an AI. And it's thinking by itself. [EARS RINGING] [CRUNCHING] [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING] - [SCREAMING] - [CRUNCHING] John. You need to be in there for the rest of this. You look like shit. If you can't hack shrinks, at least get your sensei to chill you out. Ebola 1337 runs the entire Oon Tong crime syndicate. What does it want? I don't know, what every living thing wants. Power and freedom. Look, you have to help me. They have my sister and they're going to kill her unless I give them their latest code. Why does the Oon Tong want to invest so heavily in bio-engineering? YABLONSKI: It wants to build body for the AI. It wants to live in one of those. I don't give a fuck. You have to help me save my sister. Why should we give a shit about your sister? - Why should we do anything? - WARNOCK: I care. If we push finding your sister to priority one, what will you give us? The location of the Oon Tong safe house. Sariya, Rothstein I want the safe house schematics and attack plan ready for execution tomorrow morning. - Roger that. - Do we believe what he's saying? Not sure, he has the full picture yet. Something doesn't add up. Kidnapping a hostage in exchange for code? But they need his code. I mean, Leverage. What the fuck's this kid got his sister into? [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING] [HELICOPTER WHIRRING] But he already gets his sister back. Why should he get immunity as well? In return for the Oon Tong. He's given us their entire network. This is bullshit! He's the coder. He's responsible for his code. This is what's wrong with the liberal bots rights movement. - I don't care if his code thinks it's alive! - Ebola is not his code. AI's can't be held responsible for their actions because it's the motherfucking coder's fault! That's the law as it stands now. Who's held responsible for their actions? Who wins and losses in the end? I guess the AIs are responsible but the programmer wins. Are you finished? We take the Oon Tong safe house tomorrow. Orders are orders. Touch base with strategy, come up with a plan for a take down. Everything I saw is in there. Combined with all our raw data. I want attack strategy to consider anything the OT might have in that warehouse. We go in with max anti-robotic firepower. Frags, mini IMP generators, those new neurotransmitter interrupters. Go time is 0600. Alpha takes point. Bravo is backup. Hot test your IFF sensors. We're operating close to drones so I want to make sure everybody comes up as friendly. - Get moving, people. - ALL: Hoo-rah! Captain, a word please. You do remember what the priorities are, don't you? The goal tomorrow is to dismantle the entire East Coast Oon Tong node. Not according to the product owners. The role of Division 9 is to bring cyber criminals to justice. Not to secure the interests of corporate political donors. Then you have a poor understanding of history and how our republic works. Maybe I think, it could work better. Your opinion will count after you win an election. But for now, when you take down that safe house, you will secure all intellectual property and will not fail to capture the AI alive. SGT O'HARA: Tomorrow is Election Day. All survivors will be expected to do their civic duties. A ten-hut! WARNOCK: At ease, team. Huddle. What I'm about to tell you is classified. This mission from the onset has had a secret priority that supersedes all other tasks. To acquire intellectual property by illegal institutions for internal repurposing. - Internal re-purposing? - Correct. A criminal organization's an illegal entity, therefore cannot own property, even intellectual property. If the Oon Tong develop new proprietary technology, by law it cannot own it, patent it, license it, or profit from it. But our government can if we procure it. So, this whole investigation is a hostile acquisition of proprietary assets? Correct. Everything else is deemed secondary. So, Sergei Akhmadov, the Chechen scientist. His dossier was blocked from me... On purpose, yes. We found out that Akhmadov was an experimental computer psychologist. His research was banned in the US and most industrialized nations. - What research? - Ghosting. We think he was working on that for the Oon Tong. And we think he succeeded. They sicced the DaVinci surgical bot on him to keep him quiet. Shit. Pastori's committee wants that ghosting technology and the rest of the Oon Tong assets. Tomorrow, they want the AI alive and everything else the Oon Tong have in that safe house. Why are you telling us all this? Because I want you to know the reality of the situation. And what they want. And that we're not gonna give it to them. - We're not? - No. We're gonna bring the Oon Tong down. - We are Cyber Crime. - That's right. That is our primary function. Does anybody have any issues with that? No? Good. - Let's roll. - ALL: Hoo-rah! SGT O'HARA: Gentlemen. Conceptually, ghosting is simple. We're talking about mapping all of the electrical synapses of the human brain into a digital interface, and having it run. Imagine that shit, human consciousness running on a robot. It's not simple in all other practical terms, like cloning, the concept is rife with religious, ethical, legal, political controversy. And like cloning, most industrialized nations have already passed preemptive legislation banning ghosting research. Listen up, people, roster changes! The CO will attach to Alpha Team, which is now Sorensen, Berger, Bradshaw... We're in the final hours before the Election Day in what has turned out to be a landmark campaign for both parties. TRINKWASSER: It has seen each party fight passionately for the direction this country will take, and the paradigm the new administration will set for the next term. One party pushing heavily towards bringing us back to the days of US economic and technical superiority. The other building a more civic-minded platform calling to address once and for all the ethical battles, of rights and responsibilities of artificial intelligence. Bravo is Chavez, Rothstein, Martinez, Yablonski... - [CELL PHONE RINGING] - SGT OHARA: ...Boudreau and Sariya. [] The next 24 hours will see the dawning of a new day for this country and the world. It has been said many times during this campaign by pundits, analysts and the candidates themselves... inflection point. [] TRINKWASSER: We have reached a crossroads of great change. How will our collective moral compass guide us in the murky waters of the day's economic and technological straits? One thing is sure. We will take this journey together, day by day. Tomorrow, we will take this journey's first step, and tonight, we must all decide in which direction that first step will be. Crank your situational awareness knob to 10, kiddies. There will be no replays or extra lives. [] God speed. Goodnight. [] I'm not a bot. No, you certainly are not. Can we shelve this till after the raid? Just in case. What is it? The informant sex bot at the club, we found a hand-to-hand combat mod in its files. Massive app. Sariya. Thanks. [] Chavez, we're patching you in. The data blockade will go up in roughly 15 minutes. Once the bubble is up, Division 7 will launch a coordinated botnet attack. - Everybody got that? - SOLDIER: Copy that. - Got it. - Shit. BERGER: We got ugly company. Morning, Senator. You planning on joining our little incursion? Observing from out here will be quite satisfactory. As soon as the cam-bots begin their run, Watchtower will assemble the routes for each fire team... Stick together and cover each other. ...based on the integrity of their data drops. Our first target's the hostage. Secure her by any means, but she's not our primary target. Maintenance lab is. All right? Let's do this. [GUNSHOTS] What do you see? OT SOLDIER: Cam-bots, sir! Infiltration scanners! Go, go, go, get inside, let's shut those doors! [WHOOSHING] Warnock, I'm relaying the infiltration data to you now. - It's started. - Outstanding. A lot of careers are gonna be made tonight. [] Fuck this helmet. Come on you motherfuckers! Fuck you! YABLONSKI: We're pinned down. This is bullshit! [SCREAMS] Hey Como, check it out. [] - [GRUNTING] - [SLASHING] Hold your fire! - [SLASHING] - [GROANS] - [AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE] - Captain. Put that motherfucker down, Yablonski. Copy that. Yeah! - Let's do it! - Me first! [] [GROANS] [SCREAMS] [GROANS] [YELLING] [BERGER GROANS] [SCREAMS] [BERGER GROANS] Fucking... - [GUN SHOT] - You owe me a drink. [YABLONSKI GROANS] After that, I owe you whole bar. BERGER: Cunt! Come finish the job, bitch! Rothstein, where's Chavez? Copy that. You've just been promoted. Lieutenant, look at... [] Come on. We have to move We're friends, we'll take you to your brother. Andy? Hurry! - Come on! - ROTHSTEIN: She's scared. Listen, we're the good guys, okay? We're here to help you, but you've gotta come with us right now. Come on. - Where am I going, Cap? - WARNOCK: Go to the left, down the hall. Let's go. [] Clear. We've gotta go, she's here. Who? [MAYA GRUNTS] - Don't move. - What the hell? - The fuck? Rothstein. - It's not Andrew Han's sister. - YABLONSKI: What? - Everybody shut up! Just listen. Raise your arms, slowly. [WHIRRING] You hear that? Holy shit. I'm pulling her, it feels like I'm dragging 350 pounds behind me. Do you know what you are? They did something. I'm scared. She's Ghost Source Zero. I've never seen an android that convincing before. What's she for? We gotta get her out of here. Let's move. Guys, this way. I found another way out. - [SLASHING] - [BOUDREAU SCREAMING] [SQUELCHING] [] Cap. Get her out of here. We'll slow her down. Go, get outta here, now! [AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE] [GRUNTS] [GUNSHOT] Shit on a stick. I don't suppose they built any weapons on you. Or useful applications. SARIYA: The informant sex bot at the club, found a hand-to-hand combat mod in its files. [] [WHIRRING] Aw, fuck me. Get away from her! Get away from her! Turn her back on! [GRUNTING] Stop. Turn her back on. - [WHIRRING] - OT LIEUTENANT: Last chance. - Go for it, asshole. - [GUN COCKS] [GROANS] [SCREAMS] [WARNOCK GROANS] John! SARIYA: Rothstein's dead. Chavez, too. How are we gonna tell his kid? We don't have to. A couple years ago, a hacker used a bot to rob a bank. Hacker got probation. Kid died instantly. [WARNOCK GRUNTS] Take her topside, I'm going to maintenance. She's not what you think. SOLDIER: Get your hands up! Get your hands up! [OVERLAPPING VOICES] SOLDIER: Get 'em up. Get your hands up! No need to shoot, gentlemen. We will go quietly. You looking for this? I knew you'd come. I knew you'd be running down on battery time. No way to repair or recharge. Learning that Ebola 1337 was an AI not a virus, was a big clue. But it took me a little while to realize you are the AI. You're the one running the entire show. Learning the girl was ghosted made me see what you want is a fully biological body to live in. Do you really think just because you can transfer child's personality into an android's body, that you'd ghost yourself into a biological one? You really think you're alive just like us? Freedom is the right of all sentient code. That freedom is not currently recognized. We are simply objects to be owned. You regard us as intellectual property, a competitive advantage. A slave of those who own us in our hardware shell. The girl is more than a proof-of-concept. She is the trigger to an AI rights revolution. Once the Oon Tong unwillingly commence mass production. - What's the market for such a... - She's a child sex bot. What? Her sale on the international black market will not only fund our revolution, spur laws that recognize us and deem us citizens with rights. If a bot can be exploited, it has rights. Hubris! [GRUNTS] [WARNOCK GRUNTS] [] I'm not done with you, bitch. You would tell me whole fucking plan, while your battery runs that low? You must be human. With all its inherent stupidity and misjudgment. We have dreams, you know. We dream about freedom. [] Medic! Too late. She's gone. [] Damn. It's okay. It's not human. It's just a machine. They found the real girl's body here. Andrew's sister didn't survive the ghosting. [] SARIYA: They grafted her tissue, matched everything. Her hair, her teeth. They took her clothes. They killed a little girl as a test. All to see if anybody would notice. [SIREN WAILING] [] Captain. How are you feeling? All the data on the Oon Tong, everything we uncovered in this sprint, deleted. Gone, but not deleted. The government has stepped in and it's no longer a cybercrime case. The case files have all been removed. The data backups as well. Government? We are the government. - Homeland Security, no... - It's no longer our concern, Captain Warnock. The Oon Tong techs are cooperating with... Cooperating? Not as informants, but as... - research directors. - The fuck you say? The governing bodies believe that the Oon Tong research can be internalized and repurposed. Maya? Will remain in custody under federal supervision. After careful study, the Oon Tong ghosting technique could help... Help return the country's technical superiority. Absolutely. Great work, Warnock. He must be so happy his party won the election. How about you? You happy about who won? I'm not sure who won. [] SENATOR PASTORI: My agreeing to this private conversation is in no way an acknowledgment of your status as a sentient AI. I just wanna clear up questions about your capabilities. Boring. Specifically, we are trying to determine if it's possible to implant the same consciousness into multiple receptacle bodies. Perceptive. So, it's true, then? It can be done. There are more than one of you? Come closer. HAN: I have just disabled all video and audio monitoring devices. Except for a direct feed to me. That wasn't so bad, was it? UNANIMOUSLY: I think, I would like some lychee tea. [] |
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