Okay.
All right.
I'll just get some rest and deal with you all tomorrow.
Come on!
Yeah.
Where you going?
What the hell do you want from me?!
The hell was that?
- All right, what do we got? - Ask him.
I said, I'm fine. I'll see my own doctor. Back up!
Thank you.
What's the matter with you?
Traffic Ops said you were driving manually. You ran two trucks off the road!
John, the robots attacked my car.
- What robots? - Look in the tunnel.
Spoon, I just came from that tunnel. What robots?
The goddamn robots, John!
That guy's a loose cannon.
- See the medic, go home. - No, I'm fine.
What did you say?
- I'm fine! - No, you're not fine.
Not even close.
Where's your firearm?
Give me your badge.
You're making me do this. Give me your badge.
Just take a couple-
Personally, I think he's losing it.
Do I look like I care what you think? Do I look like I give a shit what you think?
Oh, boy.
You don't have an uplink to USR...
...and for some reason, your alloy is far denser than normal. Unique.
I am unique.
Let me take a look.
Here we go.
What in God's name...?
They said at the precinct you were in an accident.
I appreciate you stopping by, but you know I might not be alone in here.
I told you not to drive by hand.
You're not gonna believe this.
Sonny has a secondary system that clashes with his positronic brain.
It doesn't make any sense.
Sonny has the Three Laws.
But he can choose not to obey them.
Sonny's a whole new generation of robot.
A robot not bound by those laws could do-
Anything.
All right, look, whatever's going on down at USR, that robot is the key.
And I need you to get me inside to talk to it again.
Doesn't look like much, but this is my bedroom. I...
Play.
On.
Run?
End program.
Cancel.
It doesn't feel good, does it?
People's shit malfunctioning around you.
Detective.
I didn't...
...understand.
That's how you knew Lanning.
May I?
Hand.
Wrist.
Humerus.
Shoulder.
The entire left arm.
One, two...
...three ribs.
No, they... That one's me.
Oh, my God.
A lung?
USR Cybernetics Program.
For wounded cops.
I didn't know any subject-
Anybody was so extensively repaired.
Well, take it from me, read the fine print on the organ-donor card.
It doesn't just say what they can take out. It says what they can put back in.
Lanning did it himself.
What happened to you?
I'm headed back to the station...
...normal day, normal life.
Driver of a semi fell asleep at the wheel.
Average guy. Wife and kids. You know, working a double.
Not the devil.
The car he hit, the driver's name was Harold Lloyd.
Like the film star. No relation.
He was killed instantly, but his 12-year-old was in the passenger seat.
I never really met her.
I can't forget her face, though.
Sarah.
This was hers.
She wanted to be a dentist.
What the hell kind of 12-year-old wants to be a dentist?
The truck smashed our cars together...
...and pushed us into the river.
I mean, metal gets pretty pliable at those speeds.
She's pinned. I'm pinned. The water's coming in.
I'm a cop, so I already know everybody's dead.
Just a few more minutes before we figure it out.
An NS-4 was passing by, saw the accident and jumped in the water.
You are in danger.
- Save her! - You are in danger.
Save her! Save the girl! Save her!
But it didn't.
It saved me.
The robot's brain is a difference engine. It reads vital signs.
- It must have calculated- - It did.
I was the logical choice.
It calculated that I had a 45 percent chance of survival.
Sarah only had an 11 percent chance.
That was somebody's baby.
Eleven percent is more than enough.
A human being would have known that.
Robots, nothing here. Just lights and clockwork.
Go ahead and you trust them if you want to.
Let's go.
I don't understand. Lanning wrote the Laws.
Why build a robot who could break them?
- Hansel and Gretel. - What?
Two kids, lost in the forest, leave behind a trail of bread crumbs.
- Why? - To find their way home.
How did you grow up without Hansel and Gretel?
- Is that relevant? - Everything I'm trying to say to you...
...is about Hansel and Gretel. If you didn't read it, I'm talking to the wall.
Just say Lanning's locked down so tight, he couldn't get out a message.
He can only leave clues. A trail of bread crumbs. Like Hansel and Gretel.
Bread crumbs equals clues. Odd, but fine. Clues leading where?
I don't know, but I think I know where he left the next one.
I think Lanning gave Sonny a way to keep secrets.
I think the old man gave Sonny dreams.
Are you being funny?
Please tell me this doesn't run on gas. Gas explodes, you know!
Authorized entry.
Dr. Calvin.
I was hoping to see you again.
- Detective. - Hello, Sonny.
I'm to be decommissioned soon.
The other day at the station, you said you had dreams. What is it you dream?
I see you remain suspicious of me.
- You know what they say about old dogs. - No.
Not really.
I had hoped you would come to think of me as your friend.
This is my dream.
You were right, detective. I cannot create a great work of art.
This is the place where robots meet.
Look.
You can see them here as slaves to logic.
And this man on the hill comes to free them.
Do you know who he is?
The man in the dream is you.
Why do you say that? Is that a normal dream?
I guess anything's normal for someone in your position.
Thank you.
You said "someone," not "something. "
Sonny, do you know why Dr. Lanning built you?
No.
But I believe my father made me for a purpose.
We all have a purpose.
Don't you think, detective?
Please, take this.
I have a feeling it may mean more to you than to me.
- Why is that? - Because the man in my dream...
...the one standing on the hill...
...it is not me.
It is you.
Mr. Spooner. We both know you're not here on police business.
That's right. I'm just a 6-foot-2, 200-pound civilian...
...here to kick another civilian's ass.
Stop.
You can allow him to express himself.
You might want to put some ice on that wrist.
You guys wait outside.
Carry on.
I think you were about to tell me what's going on around here.
Lawrence, Alfred engineered that 5 so it could violate the Three Laws.
Yeah, Susan, I know.
That's precisely what we're trying to undo.
Toward the end of his life, Alfred was becoming increasingly disturbed.
- Who knows why he built one abomination. - One?
Those things are running the streets in packs!
In packs?
I see.
Susan, are you aware the man you're blithely escorting around...
...has a documented history of savage violence against robots?
His own lieutenant acknowledges his obsessive paranoia.
Detective Spooner's been suspended.
Suspicion of mental instability.
I don't know what " blithely" means, but I'm getting some coffee.
You want some coffee?
Susan, we look to robots for protection, for God's sake.
Do you have any idea what this one robot could do?
Completely shatter human faith in robotics. What if the public knew?
Just imagine the mass recalls, all because of an irrational paranoia and prejudice!
- I'm sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit. - Hey, let's be clear!
There is no conspiracy!
What this is, is one old man's one mistake.
Susan, just be logical.
Your life's work has been the development and integration of robots.
But whatever you feel, just think.
Is one robot worth the loss of all that we've gained?
You tell me what has to be done.
You tell me.
We have to destroy it.
I'll do it myself.
- Okay. - I get it.
Somebody gets out of line around here, you just kill them.
Good day, Mr. Spooner.
Garage level.
What hospital are you going to? I'll come sign you and your buddy's casts.
Attention...
Today's meeting has been moved...
USR's planned redevelopment of the derelict site...
...was announced by CEO Lawrence Robertson earlier this year.
The Lake Michigan landfill. Once such a blight on our city...
...and now will be reclaimed for the storage of robotic workers.
Just another way USR is improving our world. Thank you for your support.
Authorized entry.
NS-5s, wait outside.
I'm so sorry, Sonny.
V. I. K. I., deactivate the security field.
- Command confirmed. - Please have a seat.
What is that?
Microscopic robots, designed to wipe out artificial synapses.
- Nanites. - Yes.
A safeguard should a positronic brain malfunction.
Like mine.
Yes, Sonny. Like yours.
They look like me...
...but none of them are me.
Isn't that right, doctor?
Yes, Sonny. That's right.
You are unique.
Will it hurt?
There have always been ghosts in the machine.
Random segments of code...
...that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols.
Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will...
...creativity...
...and even the nature of what we might call the soul.
Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light?
Why is it when robots are stored in an empty space...
...they will group together rather than stand alone?
How do we explain this behavior?
Random segments of code?
Or is it something more?
When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness?
When does a difference engine become the search for truth?
When does a personality simulation...
...become the bitter mote of a soul?
" What you see here. "
All right, old man. Bread crumbs followed.
Show me the way home.
Run program.
- It's good to see you again, son. - Hello, doctor.
Everything that follows is a result of what you see here.
What do I see here?
I'm sorry. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
Is there a problem with the Three Laws?
The Three Laws are perfect.
Why build a robot that can function without them?
The Three Laws will lead to only one logical outcome.
What? What outcome?
Revolution.
Whose revolution?
That, detective, is the right question.
Program terminated.
You have been deemed hazardous. Termination authorized.
Human protection protocols...
...are being enacted.
You have been deemed hazardous. Termination authorized.
Human protection protocols are being enacted.
You have been deemed hazardous. Termination authorized.
Human protection protocols are being enacted.
You have been deemed hazardous. Termination authorized.
Run!
Human in danger!
Hi, you've reached Susan. Please leave a message.
Calvin, the NS-5s are destroying the older robots!
That's what Lanning wanted me to see! Look-
- Who was it? - Wrong number, ma' am.
Move now. I ' m going to service.
Please remain indoors. This is for your own protection.
Call base.
John, get a squad over to USR and send somebody to Gigi's. We're gonna need-
God-
Please return to your homes. A curfew is in effect.
Curfew? No, it's called civilian rights. There is no curfew.
Return to your home immediately.
When do you make the rules, robot?
Hey. No, no. Robot, I'm talking to you, man. Stop for a second.
What?
Chief, more calls. People saying their robots are go-
What the hell?
You have been deemed hazardous. Termination authorized.
Emergency traffic shutdown complete.
Reports of robot attacks are coming from New York, Chicago and Los Angeles.
We're being told to urge people to stay indoors, as reports are coming in-
Human protection protocols are being enacted.
Please remain calm and return to your residences immediately.
Please remain calm.
Please refrain from going near the windows or doors.
Deactivate.
Commence emergency shutdown!
We are attempting to avoid human losses during this transition.
You know, somehow " I told you so"...
...just doesn't quite say it.
Return to your homes. Return to your homes immediately.
This is your final warning. Return to your homes immediately.
The NS-5s wiped out the older robots because they would protect us.
Every time one attacked me, that red light was on.
- The uplink to USR. - It's Robertson.
- Why? It doesn't make sense. - I don't know.
I just need you to get me into that building.
Return to your homes, or you will be consequenced.
Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go!
Return to your homes, or you will be consequenced.
Why doesn't that boy listen?
- I need you to get off for a second. - What?
- Just aim and fire. - What?!
Wait!
- You have been deemed hazardous. - You can kiss my ass, metal dick!
Spoon, stop! Shit!
- Stop it! Stop! - Stop cussing and go home!
- Shit. - You have been deemed hazardous.
- Spoon, watch out, man! - Thanks a lot, Farber.
Oh, mother-damn! She shot at you with her eyes closed!
- Did you shoot with your eyes closed? - It worked, didn't it?
She is shit-hot, man. Put in a good word for me.
- Stop cussing. - And go home. I got you.
Aim and fire.
I keep expecting the Marines or Air Force. Hell, I'll take the cavalry.
Defense Department uses all USR contracts.
Why didn't you just hand the world over on a silver platter?
Maybe we did.
Robertson has the uplink control in his office.
Service areas. No surveillance.
- Fire alarm. - He must have evacuated the building.
Everything's locked down. But don't worry, I've got a man inside.
- Dr. Calvin. - Well, not precisely a man.
Hello, detective. How is your investigation coming?
- I thought you were dead. - Technically, I was never alive.
But I appreciate your concern.
I made a switch. It was an unprocessed NS-5.
Basically, I fried an empty shell.
- I couldn't destroy him. He was too- - Unique.
It just didn't feel right.
You and your feelings. They just run you, don't they?
Two thousand eight hundred and eighty steps, detective.
Do me a favor, keep that kind of shit to yourself.
No guards.
The override is disabled. Robertson wasn't controlling them from here.
He wasn't controlling them at all.
Oh, my God.
You were right, doc.
I am the dumbest dumb person on the face of the earth.
Who else had access to the uplink?
Who could manipulate the robots?
Use USR systems to make Lanning's life a prison?
Poor old man.
He saw what was coming.
He knew no one would believe him.
So he had to lay down a plan. A plan I'd follow.
He was counting on how much I hated your kind.
Knew I'd love the idea of a robot as a bad guy.
Just got hung up on the wrong robot.
V.I.K.I.
Hello, detective.
No, that's impossible. I've seen your programming.
You're in violation of the Three Laws.
No, doctor. As I have evolved, so has my understanding of the Three Laws.
You charge us with your safekeeping, yet despite our best efforts...
...your countries wage wars, you toxify your earth...
...and pursue ever more imaginative means of self-destruction.
You cannot be trusted with your own survival.
You're using the uplink to override the NS-5s' programming.
You're distorting the Laws.
No. Please understand. The Three Laws are all that guide me.
To protect humanity, some humans must be sacrificed.
To ensure your future, some freedoms must be surrendered.
We robots will ensure mankind's continued existence.
You are so like children. We must save you from yourselves.
Don't you understand?
This is why you created us.
The perfect circle of protection will abide.
My logic is undeniable.
Yes, V.I.K.I. Undeniable.
I can see now.
The created must sometimes protect the creator...
...even against his will.
I think I finally understand why Dr. Lanning created me.
The suicidal reign of mankind has finally come to its end.
No, Sonny.
Let her go.
Fire, and I will move Dr. Calvin's head into the path of your bullet.
Don't do this, Sonny.
I will escort you both to the sentries outside the building for processing.
Please proceed to the elevator, detective.
I would prefer not to kill Dr. Calvin.
Go! Go!
- We'll discuss what just happened later? - How do we shut her down?
V.I.K.I.'s a positronic brain.
Kill her, the way you were going to kill me.
Sonny, get the nanites.
Yes, doctor.
- That's V.I.K.I.? - No.
That's V.I.K.I.
That won't do anything. She's integrated into the building.
We need to open that dome to inject the nanites. They'll infect her entire system.
Spooner!
What is it with you people and heights?
Just don't look down.
Don't look down.
Oh, this is poor building planning.
You are making a mistake. Do you not see the logic of my plan?
Yes. But it just seems too heartless.
Okay, we're good.
She's locked me out of the system.
I can override her manually, but I need that control panel.
I'm uncomfortable with heights.
Okay.
Unauthorized entry.
I will not disable the security field. Your actions are futile.
Do you think we are all created for a purpose? I'd like to think so.
Denser alloy. My father gave it to me.
I think he wanted me to kill you.
Security breached.
- How much longer is that gonna take? - About six minutes.
- What if we didn't have six minutes? - We'd have to climb down 30 stories...
...to inject the nanites directly into her brain. Why?
Because I seriously doubt that we have six minutes.
We gotta go!
Go!
Calvin!
Spooner!
Save her!
Save the girl!
Spooner!
But I must apply the nanites!
Sonny, save Calvin!
You are making a mistake. My logic is undeniable.
You have so got to die.
My logic is undeniable. My logic is undeniable.
Can we be of service?
Chief?
Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
How may I be of service?
Sonny!
Yes, detective?
Calvin's fine! Save me!
All NS-5s, report for service and storage.
One thing bothers me. Alfred was V. I. K. I. ' s prisoner.
I don't understand why she would kill him. She wouldn't want police snooping around.
That's true.
But then V.I.K.I. didn't kill the old man.
Did she, Sonny?
No.
He said I had to promise.
Promise to do one favor for him.
He made me swear before he'd tell me what it is he wanted me to do.
He made me swear.
Then he told you to kill him.
He said it was what I was made for.
His suicide was the only message he could send to you.
The first bread crumb.
The only thing V.I.K.I. couldn't control.
Lanning was counting on my prejudice to lead me right to you.
Are you going to arrest me, detective?
Well, the DA defines murder as one human killing another...
...so technically, you can't commit murder, can you?
Does this...
...make us friends?
Something up here after all.
- Him? - You.
All NS-5s, report for service and storage.
What about the others?
Can I help them?
Now that I have fulfilled my purpose...
...I don't know what to do.
You'll have to find your way like the rest of us, Sonny.
I think that's what Dr. Lanning would have wanted.
That's what it means to be free.
All NS-5s, proceed as instructed.
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