OtherLife Page #5

Life can be restored.

You know he's gone.

His eye moved.

Oculocephalic reflex.

Mmm-mmm.

No. He's in there.

He's gone.

Everyone knows he's gone except you.

- There's nothing you can do...

- I'll restore function.

With snowboarding?

I needed funding.

And look where that got you.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Byron. Your f***ing code!

The exit routine!

The f***ing exit...

That's impossible.

Hey!

Sh*t. F***!

Oh, my God!

Long-term care, ward 10.

You have a patient there, Jared Amari.

I need you to tell me if...

Motherf***er.

Here it is.

Missing person, filed last year.

Filed, but never active.

According to immigration,

you've had residency in Italy

for nearly a year.

It... No.

No, I've been in a box.

I've been in a f***ing box

in the middle of nowhere.

All right, take it easy.

Tell us about this government programme.

No, it's not... Okay,

it's not a government programme.

- It's OtherLife.

- So you worked for them?

No, it's...

It's my company.

Ah-ha.

Ms Amari.

There's no charges against you on record

and there's no indication

of any deferred prosecution.

Will you at least take a look at the cell?

Go home, Ms Amari.

I'm sorry.

There's been a tenant

in your apartment almost a year.

What about storage? All my research?

I can't let you in.

Cup of tea?

Mmm.

F***.

Ren!

Thank God you're okay.

I came as soon as I heard.

I know you're confused,

but I can help you

figure things out. I promise.

Hey. Let's get you somewhere safe, okay?

I'm not safe?

Hey! Hey! Can you open this, please?

You're okay. Just go.

Thank you.

Go, go, go. Go around. Cut her off!

Ren!

Listen, there was nothing I could do.

You're not making this

any easier for yourself.

F***!

Go that way. Go!

- Hello.

- Cass.

Cass, it's Ren.

Bullshit.

Oh, my God.

You have no idea how good this tastes.

You didn't think it was strange

when I stopped showing up for work?

Everyone said you cashed out.

Without saying goodbye?

Yeah. I deleted you from my phone.

We all assumed you were off drinking vino

on the balcony of your villa.

Do I look like I've been in Italy?

No, you look like sh*t.

So, where have you been?

It'll sound crazy.

It's all been pretty normal so far.

Okay.

After Danny died, they offered me a plea

- to test the confinement...

- Stop. What?

The sample I gave Danny

must have had bad code.

- No. Hold on.

- Something that I missed.

What?

All I remember is drowning.

I'd almost get out,

then I'd be under again, over and over.

Then I woke up in hospital.

They did tests for a week, but I was fine.

I sent you a million messages,

figured you just wanted to be left alone.

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