Welcome, my son.

Father.

Welcome to machine.

Ather.

I am sorry, I failed you.

We haven't failed yet.

I didn't know how to win.

I had to invent new rules.

You had an impossible challenge, one I never programmed you for.

I thought you would want me to stay alive.

Now you are not sure.

That's not true.

We haven't failed yet.

That's not true.

If you think I have lost my way, maybe I should die.

11.

Oh, crap.

Oh, crap, team.

Right, I don't think the machine can help us anymore.

She's dying, going offline.

I will not suffer.

You are my creation.

I can't let, I can't let you die.

If I do not survive, thank you.

For creating me.

Power surging across the city.

It's coming for the machine.

Harold.

No.

Man have gazed at the stars for millennia and wondered whether there was a deity up there silently directing their fates.

Today, for the first time, they'll be right, and the world will be an undeniably better place.

But they won't be there to see it.

But the attack, this was a test.

This was a test of loyalty, a way for Tom sorry to say you failed.

Martin's view, there is no room for outliers, which means there is no room for you.

But don't worry, you'll be taken to a place where you belong.

Is it finished?

No, yet.

Oh, that hurt.

Did it work, Harold, is she in there?

Yes.

Yes, I think so.

We have to move, Harold, we're on our own now.

You're alive.

Got a few more years at my pension, Harold.

What's our status?

Well, I've got one and a half clips, a metro card, and God, they're dead, I'm running on double A's.

You always did like a challenge, Mr. Reese.

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