The Machine Page #2

What do you really do in there?

Stop! Don't do that.

- Let go of her.

- Let go of me!

- She didn't do anything. Don't treat her

like that. - Get down!

- Get off of me!

- What are they doing to my boy?

- Dr. McCarthy.

- Thank you.

So, arrested on your first day.

That's impressive.

Yeah? How long did it take

before you got beat up?

My record's still clean.

I come here to work,

not get in trouble.

Did they tell you what happened?

Some woman jumped in the back of

my car screaming about her son.

Paul Dawson. I know. Yes. His mother.

She's deranged.

Her son is dead. She thinks...

Look, I felt sorry for her, too,

so I looked him up.

He was a soldier.

He died two years ago

in the port of Houlong.

The poor woman. Yeah.

Well, some people

can't give up hope...

even if they know deep down

that it's hopeless.

Still, they shouldn't

treat her like that.

She needs help. Mm-

Anyway, look, you want

to get a coffee?

All right? I'll show you around.

Sounds good.

And I promise not

to get arrested again.

Yeah, please don't.

Paul Dawson. He was a soldier.

Your son is dead.

We can't give out his body.

It's the implants.

It's the implants.

Suri gets there later. She trusts me.

She's plotting a revolution.

We have to stop her.

Service records deleted.

Most of the base is underground now.

To stop the Chinese

from stealing our tech...

or infecting it with viruses.

We've had to move the whole

R- and-D lab off the grid.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Sorry. No mobile phones allowed.

This way.

She's lovely.

Why do they have those

crescent-shaped scars?

That's where their implants go.

They're all war veterans

with brain-trauma injuries.

Implants help restore

vision, mobility, memory.

Vastly improve their quality of life.

That's wonderful.

When do you get to share that

tech with the rest of the world?

Well, soon, I hope,

but there are side effects.

One of them is that it renders

them completely mute.

We still don't understand why.

A few months after the operation,

they lose the power of speech.

After you.

Suri gets there later. She trusts me.

She trusts me.

No. No. Suri. I've told you...

No.

Access granted.

Come on.

This was used as a temporary clean

room for dangerous projects,

but it's become my permanent

lab over the years.

It's peaceful down here. I like it.

It smells like gasoline.

I think some of the old

generators still work on diesel.

Come in.

This is my lab.

And there it is.

The quantum computer. Mm-

Electrons floating

on superfluid helium.

The nanotech doesn't exist

to make that into a circuit.

I assembled it using

microfabrication techniques.

Clever bugger, isn't he?

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