The Jensen Project Page #3

Absolutely. Come on.

I'll walk with you.

Monitor.

Open files.

Next file.

I can't tell you

how much it means to me...

to have both of you

back here again.

This wasn't easy,

you know,

for Claire, I mean, not after

Edwin forced her to leave.

I can imagine.

You two ever talk about

the time you spent here?

That's a subject that's been

pretty much off limits...

for a long time.

Matt, I tried, actually,

to stand up to Edwin...

on Claire's behalf,

but he was

absolutely adamant.

His behavior

that day was...

In retrospect,

it marked a change in him...

that continued

until the day he left.

This is something you should

talk to Claire about,

not me.

Based on the list

you gave me,

we've provided all the

lab equipment and installs.

There's just...

one piece of equipment...

we weren't

able to find.

The molecular assembler.

But my people

are working on that.

Well, the sooner we

get our hands on one,

the sooner I can start

producing nanobots.

So... what do you think?

I think...

it's perfect!

Excellent!

Then I'll leave you

so you can get started.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, now, this...

is beyond cool!

Huh?

Whoa!

You are in violation

of statute 387564,

- breaking and entering!

- No...

no, I... I was just

looking around!

- You hacked my security!

- You call that security?

Uh... yeah!

I built it myself!

And I cracked it myself,

like, in 2 seconds!

Well, you're the one

hanging upside down!

- You're the one who ambushed me!

- Who are you anyway?

- Who are you?

- I asked you first!

Look, just let me down,

and I promise... I... I...

- Save it for the authorities!

- No! No! No!

No, please! Come on!

Just don't call the cops!

No! My mom would freak!

- Your parents know you're here?

- Yeah.

They're here, too.

My mom used to work here

and so did my dad.

- No way!

- Oh yeah, for real!

Matthew and Claire Thompson.

You're Matt and

Claire Thompson's kid?

Well, then...

you must be smarter

than you look!

Next file.

Next.

Stop.

Notes.

Transfer file to tablet.

Com.

Kendrick.

Yes, Claire?

I found a notation

in one of Edwin's files.

It's signed "NP".

Any idea who that might be?

The most obnoxious,

egocentric individual...

I've ever encountered.

I'm not at all surprised

that Edwin's up and left.

Good riddance!

I take it you two

butted heads.

Ah! Endlessly!

Edwin made it

his personal goal...

to belittle my contributions

to the team.

I certainly know

what that feels like.

So I've heard.

Let's sit, shall we?

Tablet on.

I found this diagram

of a prosthesis.

It has your initials on it.

No Jensen project...

can move from a theoretical stage

to a practical application...

without a thorough

investigation from my team.

The Ethics department,

which I head,

weighs the implications

of all new technology:

ethical, moral, philosophical.

What about the prosthesis?

He wanted to

use nanotechnology...

to remotely control

the prosthetic...

through an interface with

nerve remnants in the stump.

But it caused too much

pain for the subject.

Edwin thought the ends

justified the means.

So control the prosthetic,

he would control everything:

the subject's body functions,

brain functions...

- Precisely.

- Tablet off.

That's why Ingrid

tabled his research.

He appealed to me, but...

once Ingrid makes up her mind...

Hard to get her

to change it.

Been there, done that.

Despite the

bioethical concerns,

Edwin was onto something

quite remarkable.

From what I understand,

his work was a continuation

of the tech you invented.

- Who told you that?

- Edwin.

He said if you

hadn't mishandled it,

your work would have

been foundational.

Hm!

I perfected

the nanobot ciliary mechanism.

Look!

Hey, it's remarkable,

and you are amazing!

If only you had worked...

Good news!

We found our assembler!

- Where?

- Laboratoire Tech-Gen.

In Montreal? I'm surprised

they'd actually sell theirs.

Well, they won't.

You'll help Ken retrieve it.

You're wheels up

in 2 hours.

I... I...

I don't understand.

It's simple, Edwin.

Ken and his team will

break into the laboratory,

and you'll identify

the assembler.

And steal it?

You're crazy!

I'm not gonna do that.

You'll do it, Edwin.

Trust me.

The people who've paid

for all this...

won't take no

for an answer.

Look, I didn't know

who you were.

Some random stranger

cracking my space.

For all I knew,

Edwin could've sent you.

I mean, we are operating

at DEFCON 5.

You hung me from the rafters,

like a smoked ham.

And I'd do it again.

What's that?

- My orb.

- Your what?

It's what they give you

when you become an apprentice.

So what's an apprentice do?

Every 6 months I rotate

to a new department...

until I pick a specialty.

Right now, I'm with Dr. James

in Acoustical Engineering.

Wow! I usually

have to ditch class...

in order to do

something that cool.

So...

where your parents?

Gone.

Why did Edwin leave?

You sure ask

a lotta question, dude.

- It's Brody.

- Whatever, dude.

Ugh!

So...

what did he take?

Out of the loop

on that one.

When I asked Ingrid,

she said there are things

I don't need to know.

That was a first.

She never pulled a

"cause I said so" card.

Lucky you! That's pretty much

the only card in my mom's deck!

It's not cool!

Them keeping stuff from me,

it's like, hello?

If you're not gonna be straight,

what's the point?

How we supposed to

help each other?

Well, don't spaz over it.

I mean,

in my family, we never

share anything important.

Gotcha!

Follow me.

This way.

Over here.

Let's sit!

- Alarm went off on other side.

- Now who's pulling this sh*t...

Come on!

Let's go! Let's go!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Anything?

Crones disease, Hodgkin's lymphoma,

sickle-cell anemia.

Edwin's been doing backdoor studies,

on all of these for months.

That fits with Ingrid's theory...

that he's focusing

on nano-med technology.

Module up.

Research facilities

all over the world...

put it at least

Honey, have you forgotten

where we are?

This the place

where nanotech...

Funny how all conversation ceases

when we walk into a room.

And you are?

Samantha Cortez, the youngest

apprentice in Jensen history.

Pleasure's all mine.

Did you know

your dad, like,

invented the treatment

for macular degeneration?

You never told me.

Ah, old news.

- Where'd you find Ms. Cortez?

- Hotwiring a car.

I caught her red-handed.

But... when I warned her

that it was impossible...

because of its

computerization...

- she bet me.

- And I won.

You have a knack

for finding sharp ones.

Is everything

a holograph around here?

Looks like an early design

for a mobility module,

from, like,

the '50s or something.

Try mid '90s!

- This is the neural network.

- The brains.

Yeah, you can communicate with the

nanobot remotely via computer.

This is the mobility module...

and this is the delivery device.

For hormones,

vaccines, fluids.

This has to be the greatest

medical invention ever!

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