In the Cloud Page #3

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Ohh!

Man, I was having a pint with

the Doc like two days ago.

You were talking again?

Yeah, we were talking again.

[Theo]

He hasn't been himself.

Exer squeezed our funding.

Lab's been stressful.

[Doc] There's gotta be

something more than this.

I don't know,

some gated place,

the only gatekeeper

being a mirror.

If you can stand

the sorry sight of yourself

then you're free to enter.

Well, if the cloud is solved

before that comes a-knocking,

then it's basically choose

your own adventure, right?

Yeah, I'm telling you,

there's something's not right

about all of this.

Myoclonic epilepsy.

It's, you know,

it's unpredictable.

The inescapable feeling

of being watched.

It corrupts

the true self, always.

Truth burns.

Right.

Ben goes bye-bye

under the bright lights

and 24 hours later

we're hunting a Nazi.

I don't buy it.

Well.

We've got his brain map.

His research

on the memory dives?

The maths adds up.

He cracked it.

Don't get me wrong,

there's pieces missing,

but there's a chance

that we could sort this.

Then sort it.

Sort, sort, sort, sort, sort.

I can't go lone wolf.

Why not?

I got the software,

but you have the hardware.

Cirrus 8?

Man, that is some serious sex.

Next level.

God level.

God level.

God level.

If we can reprogram your chip

to process memory data

from a brain map

as virtual space,

then maybe we can dive

into Doc's memories.

Dive nice and deep.

Doc's and Max's.

I don't play well with the law birds.

(clears throat)

Government greysuits

climbing my walls.

I want nothing to do with

London's Next Top Terrorist.

Exer could fund

this whole operation.

Play hide and seek

with the cog army.

Nah, sorry.

It's not my style, man.

I may look good

in a suit, but I'm no cog.

I've opened every door

at Wolff for myself.

And for once,

I'm not sorry about that.

I legit just blacked out

the last 30 seconds.

What were we talking about?

(exhales)

I said you built

something remarkable here.

Congratulations.

Doc's dive notes.

[Hale]

Is Theo planting the flag

on this hush-hush

little project you're doing?

[Doc] You know,

it really kills me

that you two are...

Why don't you just call him up?

[Hale]

What's behind your gates?

I don't know.

Maybe your return

to the true self.

Heaven for some.

Hell for others.

(festive folk music playing)

(people chattering, laughing)

(banging on door)

(gasps)

(woman screaming)

(gasping)

(coughing)

It's okay, it's okay.

- Shh.

- (groans)

It's okay.

You dreaming again?

What were you dreaming about?

(mumbling)

I don't know. It was just so...

Mm-hmm?

Vivid.

Tell me.

(groans)

They want me to go work on

one of Doc's leftover projects.

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