Virtuosity Page #2

I want you, Clyde.

Queen to knight seven.

I want you inside here with me now.

Come on...

- "Program terminated."|- I have a more productive idea.

You've been trying to|incubate a nano-tech android.

Mr Wallace thinks that my software|is the solution to your problems.

May I suggest we begin|by incubating Sheila 3.2?

Brilliant. Genius.|Grab her module and follow me.

Enacting Sid 6.7.

Sid!

Reilly's right. She's one of your...|finest compositions.

- Nice.|- "Yes..."

Tight cords.

- Do you like this, Sheila?|- "You know I do."

- Do you like this, Daryl?|- "Come on."

Module out.

Was I bad?

- "Are you gonna punish me?"|- Be quiet, Sheila.

Why don't youjust kill me?

Module out.

If they want to destroy you, Sid,|let them try it in the real world.

Are there any limits to|Sheila 3.2's interactivity?

With me she's become|quite an expert chess player.

With you...well.

Get that f***ing thing away from me,|you stupid idiot!

Come here. Check this out.|Did he scare you, Elizabeth?

Yes...

Watching your people in VR auto-reset|gave me this idea. Put them on.

Millions of nano-machines are|suspended in chlodial solution.

They're absorbing the glass molecules|and using them to generate the snake.

The nano-cells are silicon-based,|so they need glass to regenerate.

But if you separate the character|module from the polymer neural net...

Don't bite, Liz.

You get...

...nano-death.

Her module, if you please.

Sheila...

Look how they react to the organising|principle of the character module.

Communicating efficiently.

It's a new world, Daryl.

Hi, Daddy!

Parker!

Sheila...?

No, I'm Oedipus.

Hey-ho, daddy-oh.

Gravity.

Daryl?

Daryl?

A good year.

I like it here.

Parker Barnes is the best cop|I've ever worked with.

He's the only one that|even got close to Sid 6.7 in VR.

I can't put a convicted murderer|on the street.

If you wanna catch Sid,|I'm afraid you don't have a choice.

These were taken inside LETAC|a little more than an hour ago.

The victim's name is Clyde Reilly,|one of the company's young turks.

Surveillance cameras caught a picture|of the perp as he left the building.

You recognise him?

Somehow Sid 6.7 got himself out|of the computer and into an android.

A nano-tech synthetic organism,|to be precise.

Mr Barnes...

This is a full pardon.|It authorises your immediate release.

You catch Sid 6.7 for us|and you're a free man.

And if I don't?

You serve out the remainder|of your sentence.

- What if I try to escape?|- You can't.

They'll tag you|with a micro-Iocator implant.

We'll know where you are every second|for the rest of your life.

Y'all got me out of my bed for this?

You want me to be tagged and|to risk my life to clean up your mess.

If Sid doesn't kill me|and I don't catch him,

all I got to look forward to is|my 1 7 back in the penitentiary.

That's the deal...for your freedom.

Ready to begin?

I already have 80 officers|out on the street looking for Sid.

Meanwhile, Mr Daryl Lindenmeyer|has made himself very scarce.

Implant is ready.

Ready for incision.

Establishing entry point.

Secure it.

Ready for verification.

- Initiate signal code.|- Received and locked.

Increase resolution to magnitude|500...1,000...5,000...10,000.

Host's location confirmed to|within 0.25 metres of actual.

- I'd like to go with him.|- What?

- No way.|- Why?

I can help you find Sid 6.7|and I can monitor Barnes.

Too dangerous. This isn't|a scientific study, it's a field run.

And maybe put a positive spin on|what is decidedly a PR nightmare.

Or maybe I should just go public now?

If she gets run over, hit by a car,|get shot, whatever, it ain't my problem.

- I told them.|- It's not my problem.

Here, I pulled this out of mothballs.|Figured it might come in handy.

I pulled out the personnel files|on Daryl Lindenmeyer.

There may be something here|we can use.

We should start at his apartment and|try to find erasures of the Sid program.

They may give us an insight|into his behaviour model.

What?

Where's my gun?

They won't let us bring|our cameras any closer...

Our understanding is that Mr and|Mrs Edwards have been murdered.

It's Sid.

Oh, God.

He's armed himself.

Charles Manson.|It's the LaBianca murders.

"Death to the pigs" was scrawled|in blood across the walls of their house.

He's copy-catting.

of the Glendale couple.

had been severed and a message...

"Death to the pigs." You have no idea|what you're up against.

a single suspect in custody.

Jesus Christ! What the hell was that?

- What the hell are you doing?|- I'm very sorry.

- You been inside?|- We're waiting for a search warrant.

- You're waiting for a warrant?|- That's right.

Stop. Next hex.

- Couldn't find a keyboard?|- It's voice-actuated.

- It's what?|- Voice-actuated. Open files.

Next hex. Open Sid 1 .3.

This is using some kind of|genetic algorithms.

Sid's too complex to design.

He had to grow him up like a real|person with a personality disorder.

The program learns like a child|but much faster.

He put killers in Sid's nursery and|let him watch them killing each other.

And only the strong one survived.

Open Sid 6.7.

Combine.

Looks like there's almost 200|different personality structures.

The battle raging inside him|must be amazing.

Wait, wait, slow that down.|The names, slow down.

- You're not in here, if that's what...|- Right there.

Matthew Grimes...

He killed my wife and my daughter.

He's not necessarily dominant,|he may not even be emergent.

- But he's in there. He's part of Sid?|- Yes.

I'm beautiful.

I'll make this quick.

- Hey, Mum.|- Hey, sweetheart.

Sit with your mum.|I need a hug.

Grimes was a terrorist so why|did he take Parker's wife and child?

Parker was getting too close.

He was cutting Grimes off|from potential targets.

Grimes figured if he murdered|the man's wife and child,

it might distract Parker|from the manhunt.

Grimes was wrong.

- How are you doing?|- Why don't you come inside?

I just...need to listen to the radio.

Do you think it's important|for a first baseman to be left-handed?

You look mighty parched, partner.

To think you constitute|one of my ancestors.

Rum and Coke.

- How about a lime in that?|- I'm vaguely offended by that.

On your f***ing knees!

Now!

Don't.

Don't.

Stand up!

Aim and shoot.

Good girl.

Okay, people.|We got a lot of work to do.

We have a symphony to compose.

- Do you think my mum is pretty?|- Yes, she's very pretty.

So do I.

- Is that a real gun?|- Yes, it is.

Did you ever have to shoot anybody?

at Sixth and Figueroa.

the photo from LETAC.

Could you go and get|your mother for me?

- There she is. Keep an eye on her.|- He's got a gun!

- What were you doing?|- Talking baseball.

- Gotta go, gotta go!|- Bye, Mum.

- What did I miss?|- Sid's got hostages.

And...scream.

What have you got for me?

Diaphragm! More! Stop.

Well done.

Every orchestra is divided into sections.

sit with like instruments.

What kind of instrument are you?

- We have to find a way around.|- No time.

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