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how to make it explode?

Okay.

All right.

Here you go.

- You got it?

- Mm-hmm.

Awesome.

Shouldn't we be wearing

lead vests or something?

Probably.

- All right.

- Thanks.

You know what you're doing?

Yeah.

Just, uh,

talk about something else,

so I don't get all

freaked out, okay?

We can do that.

- So...

- Mm-hmm.

Ryan,

why don't we ever

go to your place?

I only bring girlfriends

to my place.

You don't want me

to be your girlfriend?

Mm.

I live

in a tiny studio apartment

with my grandma.

Not exactly

the glamorous lifestyle.

What about your parents?

My mom died when I was 16.

I'm sorry.

What happened?

She'd been sick for a long time.

It was one of those awesome,

slow, agonizing cancers.

- What was that?

- No, it's okay.

You broke through

the arachnoid matter.

It means you're in.

Keep talking.

My, uh, dad...

Remarried about a month later.

Turned out he'd been

cheating the whole time.

Told me he had a new family now

and that his dead wife's

kid and grandma

were no longer

his responsibility.

That's it.

Done.

Thanks for telling me that.

Whatever, I was just trying

to keep Dr. Pansy over here

from cracking

under the pressure.

No, you weren't.

How long does he

have to hang like that?

Long enough for gravity

to take the nanotubes

into his brain.

And, uh, how long is that?

I don't know.

No one's ever done this before.

You're back.

Just for a little bit.

I'm picking up

Angela's shift later.

Um...

Where's...

where's Lana?

She's in the bathroom.

She was covered in paint.

Where is the TV?

We needed it in the garage.

Right.

Okay, I'll admit it.

If this thing works,

I'll be thoroughly impressed.

And don't you forget it.

But if it cooks my brain,

you just remember my glory days.

Yeah. Spent in a garage

playing with yourself.

Okay, how are we gonna know

that this thing is working?

Ryan's thoughts should appear

on this output screen here.

Let's start the party!

All right, here we go.

Please, God, don't let him die.

Ryan? Ryan?

- You okay?

- I'm fine. Careful with that.

Okay, what just happened?

The array struggled to enumerate

the number of electrode cycles

flowing through,

let alone to analyze

the input frequencies.

I'll have to apportion the feed

to sector designated processors

before we're even able to fathom

a conscious filter algorithm.

It means it worked.

Whoo!

Sir, it's one

of the university leads.

They've shown progress.

That'll be all, Gates.

Next suggestion:

"Kill the dog."

Suggest:

"I want to kill the dog."

"I must kill my dog."

"I have to kill my dog.

My life depends on it."

We need something new.

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Traction...

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