I don't take house visits. Potential clients
have to come to my office and that's just the way it is.
But this one says they have trouble travelling.
Shit. I don't like making exceptions.
My wife,
she has been sick for a few months.
Honey. Get up.
The guy is here.
Do you have a license?
Not anymore.
So many photos, right?
My daughter is all that I have.
I understand
she doesn't want to be here anymore.
We're an old couple.
What did the police say?
They asked a few questions. Never heard from them again.
That's why you're here.
You take half of this.
You get the rest if you find her.
They don't have enough to pay me.
They want to soften me up with that video.
I never work below my rate.
I accepted the case anyway.
Shit. I don't like making exceptions.
Her parents gave me an address to start looking.
Not exactly a five star hotel.
A photo always saves me time and many questions.
Something very useful,
especially with people too high
to remember how to speak.
Evo'd.
Street slang for "evolved".
People who get an operation to make themselves part machine.
Mostly machine.
Expensive.
I found your daughter.
Is she with you?
She's safe?
Why didn't you tell me she became an Evo'd?
If I had, would you have looked for her?
Enough!
I no longer want
to keep hurting the honor of our family.
Please, find her.
I'm begging...
I don't look for Evo'ds. Period.
It's my rule.
But I needed the money.
I don't even have to ask why Kobe did the operation.
If you ask any Evo'd,
they'll say that it is to be more than human.
Transcend.
To meet their true self, and all that hippie bullshit.
But no one will tell you the truth.
They're too selfish to admit it.
They're afraid to die.
They want to be forever young and wonderful.
Receipts from a fast charging station.
If you are an Evo'd, you don't have to eat or shit.
But you definitely need to power up.
Not everything was going to be perfect, was it?
These streets are crowded with Evo'ds
paying off their surgery debts.
It's ironic.
They get the operation to get the ultimate freedom
and wind up as sex slaves
in the sleazy market.
These Evo'ds could have been anyone in their previous lives.
Anything.
I bet Kobe didn't think she would end up down here.
Your friend isn't one of ours.
She used to work at the Blue Ribbon.
She must be quite skilled to get into a place like that.
Wait. She used to work there?
She's here now.
Green. A lost angel.
Always beautiful. Always young.
You always deliver. I owe you one.
She's been in business longer than I can remember.
She's got her eyes and ears down here for me.
Green gives me the address for a repair shop in the Candy district.
A black market where you can get operations for half the price.
Sometimes even cheaper. The downside?
If you're lucky enough, you can get a med school dropout of a surgeon
that lost his medical license.
Either way, opportunistic parasites
who take advantage of desperate people.
Parasites like Junk.
This one? You sure?
Yeah.
Okay. One second. One second.
Hey, hey!
What the fuck are you doing?
I told you to make the pitch higher.
The client wants it that way.
This one is a 48 year old guy.
He wants to be a 10 year old child that men abuse.
Who am I to say no to that kind of cash?
I'm sorry, baby...
Who?
Who did this to my Kobe?
This...
was the last thing she saw.
This is fake.
No.
No, this... this is a lie.
No.
Honey.
He's our son.
How could you?
He's our son.
Not this thing.
She came home.
I didn't know who she was.
She kept calling me "Dad".
I kept it up just for you.
Just for you, honey.
But everytime I see her, I'm reminded of my son...
that was taken away by...
by this lust body!
By this thing!
He's not my son!
There are more and more of these people now
than ever before.
Anti-synthetics. New religious movements. New hate.
Kobe wanted to change.
But what good does it do
if people you love don't change with you?
Anyway, who am I to judge her?