Vice Page #4

about 10:
00 last night, right?

Copy that.

Where does all this

footage come from anyway?

This is a municipal system set

up on one of our relay towers.

Oh, yeah? What's a relay tower?

You know what a relay tower is.

All right, let's find the explosion now.

Just scroll through it.

There's nothing there.

What do you mean, there's

nothing there, Stace?

The image is everything.

I want you to find it.

There's a cut in the feed

between 9:
30 p.m. And midnight.

It's like the system

went offline or rebooted.

You mean, that's what

these little time codes are,

- The way they

skip? - Mm-Hmm.

In other words, somebody

hacked into the system

And deleted everything.

Well, that's not possible

Unless they had access

to the root database.

Roy, I gave you strict orders

That you're not authorized to

go anywhere near that facility.

And then I find out from

the officer in charge

That you entered that

facility without approval

And questioned Julian Michaels?

I don't know, it wasn't

really a questioning.

I think it was more like a conversation.

- Give us a moment, please.

- Sure.

Yeah, thanks, Stacey.

All right.

Oh, here, you forgot

your cookie. You want it?

I want it.

All right.

Was I not clear?

Yeah, but check this out.

Don't you think it's a little odd

That the most well-Guarded

facility in the western hemisphere

Has no surveillance footage

of the exterior of the building

Between 9:
30 and midnight

the night of the explosion?

Check it out. There's a missing piece.

It's like... it just

like disappears... poof!

It's gone. It's missing, huh?

All right, I've had

about enough of this sh*t.

- I've had enough of this f***ing sh*t.

- Right.

You were assigned to a

homicide case on the west side.

Yeah, which I should be investigating.

So what the hell are you doing, looking

at stuff that doesn't concern you?

Um...

defending the greater good?

You're a good cop, Roy,

But you're one step away

from losing your badge.

Oh, look, it's right here.

Any time you want it, cap,

Come and get it.

Come and get it.

Roy, I've got something for you.

Yeah, talk to me.

Got the results back on the D.N.A. Swab

Off the victim of the alley shooting.

The bartender was right. We're

looking for a girl in her early 20s.

The bad news is she's already dead.

Already dead? I don't get it.

Michelle Lund,

Died nearly five years ago of cancer.

Got a history on her?

No, we tried, we don't got much.

I got you an old address

for a next of kin...

Evan Lund.

- Send it to me.

- All right.

Here you go.

Thank you.

How did all this come about?

When we first introduced the technology,

The people panicked.

It was just too real.

They could never allow

you into the real world.

So they passed a law banning all A.I.

Then how did I end up where I did?

I started building

you as a side project.

I didn't have any kind of plan.

I just wanted

To spend another five minutes

with the woman that I loved.

And Vice?

Julian Michaels...

This guy... he somehow talks his way

Into getting a special license

To operate artificials

in the strictly controlled

Confines of Vice.

You gotta believe me, the second

That I found out what his plan was,

I tried to shut it down,

Walk away.

But he had a controlling interest in

the company, so he seized everything,

Including you.

And all my memories,

Everything I feel?

Listen, you have real emotions,

But they're built on the fragments

Of someone else's life.

I don't understand.

The human experience...

it's really the only thing

That separates us from machine.

So by limiting those experiences

To a select few,

Michaels is able to control the units...

nurture versus nature.

But you could have been so much more.

So we had solid tracking on her position

Until she reached this point here.

Then 6126 fell off the grid.

It can't happen.

Charlie, let us have it.

Did you check the presets?

Yeah. Take a look.

That's from her last day.

She's an artist. It's part

of her character shading.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

But there's no template

for this particular image,

Meaning she created it herself.

That's not possible.

It's a real temple.

We cross-Checked the

location against our records

And we got a hit.

Her genetic designer lives there.

Evan Lund.

I remember you.

It wasn't just the one

time we saw each other.

Really? What's in it?

It's not bad. It's not bad.

I would like to see you again.

Michelle, this place is perfect.

You gotta see this. Come on.

This might be hard

for you to understand,

But I lost the most important thing

In the world to me.

I know I was just

torturing myself, but...

there were days when

I would miss her so much,

It would almost feel

like I was drowning.

And then I would come and see you

And it was like, "okay,

I can breathe again."

What are you doing?

You can't be too safe.

There's a place where we can go,

We can blend in, and no one

would ever know you existed.

Where?

In the Caribbean, called St. Helena.

It's a tech-Free zone.

How would we get there?

I know a guy who can

hack us into the grid.

Hello!

This is the police.

Take this.

My name is detective Roy Tedeschi,

With metro police. Is anybody here?

Hello!

How can I help you, detective?

Hi.

Yeah, I'm looking for

a guy named Evan Lund.

Sorry, there's nobody here by that name.

Well, maybe you can help

me with something else.

I'm looking for a girl.

She was seen in this area

a couple of hours ago.

She has blond hair,

very pretty, mid-20s.

You think somebody

like that would be here?

Sorry.

This is a place of worship.

Oh, is that right?

Huh.

Anything else I can help you with?

You wouldn't mind if I imprinted you

Before I left, would you?

Yeah, sure.

Great.

Yeah, it's just part

of the job, you know...

a routine imprint.

Oh.

Yeah, that's gotta sting like hell.

Yeah, and let me tell you, pal,

I had that f***er on

the lowest setting, okay?

So let's not f***

around. Let's not f***...

I haven't seen one of

those since the academy.

Now let's be straight with each

other. Where's the f***ing girl?

- I don't know.

- Don't f*** with me, pal.

- Show me where the girl is. Where's

the f***ing girl? - I don't know what...

come on.

Get in the car.

Down. Stay down.

All right, come on. It's just up here.

Wait a minute. What are we doing?

Just leave it. It's the

only way they can track us.

It's confirmed...

all three of our men are down.

What about the girl?

Nothing on 6126.

We'll track her the other way...

microwave emissions.

When artificials process fuel,

They emit tiny amounts

of microwave radiation...

not much, but we should

be able to detect it.

We've already drawn too

much attention to ourselves.

And now civilians have

fallen into the line of fire.

Collateral damage.

When you look at the pyramids,

you think about the pharaohs,

But the pharaohs are all dead now.

F*** that.

This facility is just

the tip of the iceberg,

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