OtherLife Page #3

You have a patient there, Jared Amari.

I need you to tell me if...

Motherf***er.

Here it is.

Missing person, filed last year.

Filed, but never active.

According to immigration,

you've had residency in Italy

for nearly a year.

It... No.

No, I've been in a box.

I've been in a f***ing box

in the middle of nowhere.

All right, take it easy.

Tell us about this government programme.

No, it's not... Okay,

it's not a government programme.

- It's OtherLife.

- So you worked for them?

No, it's...

It's my company.

Ah-ha.

Ms Amari.

There's no charges against you on record

and there's no indication

of any deferred prosecution.

Will you at least take a look at the cell?

Go home, Ms Amari.

I'm sorry.

There's been a tenant

in your apartment almost a year.

What about storage? All my research?

I can't let you in.

Cup of tea?

Mmm.

F***.

Ren!

Thank God you're okay.

I came as soon as I heard.

I know you're confused,

but I can help you

figure things out. I promise.

Hey. Let's get you somewhere safe, okay?

I'm not safe?

Hey! Hey! Can you open this, please?

You're okay. Just go.

Thank you.

Go, go, go. Go around. Cut her off!

Ren!

Listen, there was nothing I could do.

You're not making this

any easier for yourself.

F***!

Go that way. Go!

- Hello.

- Cass.

Cass, it's Ren.

Bullshit.

Oh, my God.

You have no idea how good this tastes.

You didn't think it was strange

when I stopped showing up for work?

Everyone said you cashed out.

Without saying goodbye?

Yeah. I deleted you from my phone.

We all assumed you were off drinking vino

on the balcony of your villa.

Do I look like I've been in Italy?

No, you look like sh*t.

So, where have you been?

It'll sound crazy.

It's all been pretty normal so far.

Okay.

After Danny died, they offered me a plea

- to test the confinement...

- Stop. What?

The sample I gave Danny

must have had bad code.

- No. Hold on.

- Something that I missed.

What?

All I remember is drowning.

I'd almost get out,

then I'd be under again, over and over.

Then I woke up in hospital.

They did tests for a week, but I was fine.

I sent you a million messages,

figured you just wanted to be left alone.

Anyway, five days later, we launched.

- I mean, it was wild.

- Yeah.

First run sold out in three hours.

Everyone's options went through the roof.

Heaps in development.

Education, military training,

huge budgets.

And porn, of course.

And what about confinement?

It's the backbone of the company.

They're legislating consecutive programs,

stretching it to 10, 20 years

served in OtherLife.

There's a senator in the US

who's pushing for multiple life sentences,

we're talking centuries.

That's not what it's for.

I need to see what they've done

to my software.

Look, no one is happier

to see you than me.

Really.

But you're free.

Walk away.

We'll help you do it.

Money, whatever you need.

If Sam's gone this far, who knows

what else he's capable of.

- None of it matters.

- I'll come with you if you like.

- I need to see that code.

- And then what?

- I just... I need to see it.

- You need to regroup.

Go somewhere safe, take your time.

And then when you're ready,

we'll do everything you need.

We'll get a lawyer, talk to the media,

expose how they stole your company...

I don't give a f*** about a company!

I could never understand

why my father wouldn't just

fix him and bring him back.

What's the point of being a genius

if you don't do anything with it?

And we needed money for research

and he kept turning down offers.

So, I registered the patent,

my dad's patent,

and I started OtherLife.

I was gonna do what he couldn't.

I was gonna bring my brother back,

and we would be a family again.

So, I don't care about a company.

That is not what they stole.

Remember how you asked me

to unlink all your research?

Once you were gone, Sam put me

to work sorting through it all.

He was convinced

there were other applications

for OtherLife.

He must've been withholding.

It's all kept on a secure server,

level 20.

What about Byron?

He's on nineteen.

Get to his office

and find an open terminal.

I should be able to walk you

through hacking his account.

His passwords are super obvious.

- Wait a sec.

- Okay.

Sh*t!

Okay. Okay, okay.

Who's that? Is that Byron?

Ren, what's going on?

It's okay. It's okay, we're in.

No, no.

- Don't mess with...

- Sit down.

No. No, no.

It's not here.

What have you done with it?

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Yay. Hooray, you found it.

This is why you locked me up?

What's this?

We gotta go.

F*** it.

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

Cass, we're in trouble.

Uh, guys...

Take the car.

Don't f***ing touch me.

Get your hands off of me.

Get your f***ing hands off me!

Wait! Cass!

Never mind. Ren, we gotta go. Come on.

Is that it? Is that everything we need?

I hope so.

We need a printer.

The only printers in the city

are in that building.

I know where we can find one.

Hello?

What's all this?

A lifetime.

Well...

This is f***ing beautiful.

I don't quite know what to say to you.

Neither of us ever did.

I'm so sorry.

I know.

Oh, f***!

Danny.

Danny Lowe, this is my father,

Dr Robert Amari.

Hi, Dr Amari. I've read all your work.

- The chemist?

- Yes.

Good to finally meet you.

Sam Murphy called my office.

He was exceedingly charming,

so I knew something was amiss.

What did you steal?

It's my work, he stole it first.

I know how that goes.

You filed the missing persons report.

Jesus, I was scared.

What did they do to you?

It all started with

Jared's diving simulation.

A perfect recreation

of that day at the beach.

You took it and you drowned.

The software wasn't faulty,

it did exactly what it was supposed to.

It gave you the experience

of being underwater,

and then your brain filled in the rest.

The result was a seizure.

Right, but I didn't want to drown.

But you didn't know that you had a choice.

The point is,

the simulation wasn't linear.

You were able to choose a path,

and subconsciously,

you chose a bad one.

That's what I was trying to offer Jared.

Choice.

I was hoping that he would remember

the accident differently and...

wake up.

What I created was a version of OtherLife

that lets you rewrite your memories.

That's dangerous. That's a drug.

That's what they're refining.

- Holy sh*t.

- They're not there yet.

Byron's good, but he's not that good.

Okay. Well,

we've got time to stop them.

I'll call the TDA in the morning

and raise a safety challenge.

That'll tie Sam up in review

while we figure out our next step.

How long do you think it'll be

before they finish this thing?

Ren?

You've already finished it, haven't you?

It's gonna work.

Jared.

Hi.

Jared?

No, Jared.

No, please.

No, stop. Jared.

I wonder what he saw.

Nothing.

He hit his head on a rock

and he drowned in 20 centimeters of water.

That's the last thing he remembered.

Well, I saw a brain-dead

patient make an active choice.

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