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NTRAC: Imagine a world where young people feel safe.
[rustling sounds, muted shouting]
- TET: Time to go. - MAN: What do you mean
- it's time to go? - [indistinct shouting]
[moody music plays]
♪
Feelin' all right?
I'm all right.
- You got it? - Yeah.
Right. Taking it to Daz's house.
Don't have to worry, yeah?
You're not coming with me?
No. I can't be fucking seen out here, can I?
It's bad enough me meeting you.
Can't keep doing it.
Brother, what you gonna do, hey?
Get a job at Maccies now?
Where's the money coming in, brother?
Who's gonna pay Mum's rent?
She can't do a thing, and you know that.
This is down to you, brother.
Big lad now.
Right. This is you, yeah?
You got this, bro.
- [engine revving] - Fuck!
[dogs bark distantly]
Fuck.
Right. You're wasting my time.
Hurry up.
[tense music plays]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
You all right?
No. That way.
Where's Tet then?
Your brother owes me a lotta money, you know.
Do you know where he is?
What's in the bag?
Get the fuck off him.
Drop the bag.
Bitch--put it down!
Shawn.
REGGIE: The fuck have you done?
TISH: We've gotta go. Move it now!
- REGGIE: Yo, Jason, get up! - Run!
Yo, J!
[edgy music plays]
♪
No.
No sign of them.
To be honest with you, this whole thing seems a bit weird.
What are they called? nTrac.
Nah.
He's just, uh, zoned out on his phone.
Here we go.
[scoffs softly]
[van door closes]
See you later, Shawn.
This van fucking stinks, man. Where you taking us?
Everything will be crystal clear very soon.
Just relax.
[kicks thudding]
[thudding continues]
Turn around then. Go on.
[door clicks open]
[chuckling]
Can I have a quick word with you, Sonny?
Or what?
Don't regret the path you choose here.
You know what this is, innit?
It's a AI school, bro.
- What's your name? - Shawn.
Jacob.
Thanks for asking.
Don't waste your opportunity, yeah, Sonny.
You can do great things.
[moody music plays]
♪
Glad you're here, man.
What you doing here?
Don't know, to be honest.
You?
No.
TISH: Did they say they would let you out early
- as well? - SHAWN: Yeah.
TISH: Yeah. We'll see about that.
Have you got a burner?
Hold on to that, yeah?
Yo, what's the plan then?
Oh!
[indistinct chatter]
- [overlapping arguing] - Where's your boy from?
Where's your boy from?
- Shit. - Go. Back off, back off.
[electronic chirp] NTRAC: They've arrived.
It's time.
[moody music plays]
Welcome to J. Manuel, folks.
Better than juvie, innit?
DONAVAN: Phones out. Onto the counter.
Don't worry. That's just nTrac, keeping tabs.
We ride it out together, yeah?
What is this place?
Man, what are you doing? Don't touch me. Don't touch me.
- Miss-- - What the fuck are you doing?
- I said don't touch me! - Maya.
- What? - Wristband.
I'm not putting on a wristband, bro--I'm not a dog.
- BOY: Woof, woof. - Maya, are you gonna
make this an issue?
I can make an issue if you like. Let's have an issue then.
- [kids chattering] - Maya, I'm gonna give you
- the count of five. - Start counting!
- One-- - Two, three, four, five,
- and what? - Maya Henderson!
Man, what you gonna do?
- Burglary. - JACOB: What are you doing?
- Armed robbery. - How're you reading that out?
Reading out some personal information!
- You are a criminal. - Don't you call me a criminal.
- [kids exclaiming] - [Maya shouting indistinctly]
[overlapping shouting]
- DONAVAN: On paper. - MAYA: I don't' give a damn
what's on paper!
You don't know shit about me, bro.
You don't know shit.
You don't know nothing about me. You don't know what
I've been through. Do not call me a criminal.
Don't be chatting about me like you know me.
SONNY: Hey, go on and hit him then.
Maya?
Hit him, then.
What we are doing here
is for your benefit.
[kids exclaiming]
Oh, my days, you tramp. Let me get out now.
- Sonny, it's time to-- - Get the fuck off me.
- Sonny. Come on. - Get off me. Don't touch me.
Right. Can I have-- for the wristband.
- Don't fucking touch me. - Sonny. Come on.
- Told you--get off me. - DONAVAN: Sonny.
- Wristband. - No.
Why should I wear a wristband for?
- [muted warbling sound] - [overlapping cries]
BOY: Oh!
BOY 2: Yo!
[sound stops]
YVONNE: Violent young offenders.
Unfit for society.
In a city where the violent crime is at its highest.
That's what I've been told about ya.
You are a cause for concern.
But you're not the problem.
It's the system that's restrictive.
Your options are limited, dictated.
Your choices are taken away from ya.
Over the next three months, we--we are gonna change this.
This is not a prison.
This is an opportunity.
Who are you, though?
I'm Yvonne.
And I'm the head teacher here, and I'm really, really
looking forward to getting to know you all.
We're told it's not a prison, so why we gotta wear this shit?
What are you lot trying to hide from us?
Can you just tell us what this is?
A revolution.
Of which you are at the forefront.
[chuckles]
You have been hand-picked
because we know deep down inside your mind
there's a feeling.
A feeling for something more...
a potential that you all have
that needs to be unlocked, uncaged, released.
Am I right?
Corruption has restricted you.
Walls have been put in place telling you who you are
and what you're capable of.
Well, I say-- and excuse my language--
but I say fuck those walls.
You will not be constricted by society's algorithm.
Here is where you take back control--
of your lives, your options,
and your psyche.
This is where we begin...
right here at J. Manuel.
What's in it for us, though?
Everything.
Ah, the big man.
How you feeling this morning, Shawn?
We'd like to know a little bit about you, mate.
Is that all right?
I was told this would shorten my sentence.
We will cancel your custody at Brookfields.
If you stick to the schedule, of course.
What's up, Shawn?
Osborne Street, right?
I know what it's like to grow up there.
Everything we're doing here is gonna help.
Help your family.
Do you want things to change?
I'm glad that was sorted. Right.
Are you happy to begin Stage One of the program?
Can you verbalize that for me, Shawn?
What?
If you agree to follow the program,
just say, "I agree."
I agree.
nTrac, fire up.
NTRAC: Hello, Shawn.
It's great to meet you.
My name is nTrac.
I know this is a bit confusing,
and maybe you find me a bit weird,
but I'm simply here to listen
and help you build a happy future for yourself.
The best thing about me, Shawn,
is that you can tell me anything.
There is no pressure from me.
I'm without judgment,
and I have no preconceived ideas
about who you are.
So this is where we come to get fixed, yeah?
NTRAC: [chuckles] I wouldn't say that.
- You lot are a joke. - How are you feeling today?
I'm perfectly fine. I'm fine. I'm good.
I'm all good. I'm just thinking why the fuck am I here for?
You got me in a room like this
and getting spoken to by a computer.
This isn't like a school. This isn't like prison.
It's like a science experiment.
NTRAC: Your mind is racing, Maya.
- Chat to me. - What do you want me to say?
NTRAC: Give me a rundown of the basics,
starting with what's your favorite food?
- Pizza. - Same here.
What's your favorite color?
Blue.
What do you want to achieve
during your time with us?
Just be better enough to see my family.
What do you want to change about your life?
I don't need changing.
What's your favorite place to go on holiday?
I don't know.
It's like I'm in fucking nursery again, innit?
Favorite color. What's my best friend's name?
What's fucking this, what's that?
Sometimes, when we're alone,
we get frustrated with our inner voices.
- Do you hear an inner voice? - Yeah, all the time, bro.
Can't even lie. Does my head in.
What do these voices sound like?
- Why are you lot doing this? - Just getting to know you.
[deep voice] I know exactly what you're doing,
you little bastard-- you're not gonna fool me.
Let's do a quick exercise.
It's like a fun personality test.
I'm gonna show you a few images I've made.
Have a look and tell me what comes to your mind.
Remorse.
Loneliness.
God?
Power?
What is that?
Why you got these wristbands as well?
It's doing my nut in.
You lot are actually a joke.
You think showing me this is gonna fix me?
Are you stupid?
The wristband spells your health, Jacob,
giving us a better understanding of who you are.
[yawns] Can't wait to get to understand you
on a deeper level.
I said turn it off!
[inhales, exhales]
All right.
Can I go now, please?
'Cause you guys are actually just taking a piss.
Wise.
Power.
Fear.
[edgy music plays]
♪
[whispers] Skip.
Well done, Shawn. You did an excellent job.
I think you deserve a break.
Head back to your dorm and take a breather.
[heavy music plays]
♪
[rain pattering]
- MAYA: It's memory foam. - TISH: Get off his bed.
What did that guy say to you?
What do you mean?
[sucks tongue] That big-ass guy--what did he say?
Jacob, shut up.
They know everything.
'Course they know everything. What you think this is?
[sniffs] These fucking things, bro.
JACOB: Yeah, they don't come off.
- Yes, they do. - I'm telling you,
they don't come off.
Man, piss off!
Jacob, leave, man.
What you gonna do about your mum?
I'll sort it.
Look, Jason's still out there, you know, and...
My key card isn't working. I've been stood outside
- for 20 minutes. - I'll get you one, Michelle.
So what did we gather from the check-in?
JAMES: Few things.
Anything I need to know?
Newness and unfamiliarity can often reveal
extremely valuable data.
We should capitalize on it when we can.
And this is the live feed?
Futuristic therapy, yeah?
- Gonna be fixed in no time. - SONNY: [laughs]
NTRAC: Morning, everyone. I wanted to show you this.
I found a really interesting and kind of mad experiment
from ages ago.
Can you see the rat? I can't even lie.
It's a bit grim.
Each time the rat pushes the lever,
it gets a hit of dopamine.
What are they doing to him?
JASON: What's that thing on his head?
Dopamine is a hormone that affects mood and motivation.
We get regular hits of dopamine when, for example,
we engage on social media.
We feel rewarded and energized immediately.
Can you see how many times our friend is hitting the lever?
JASON: Yo, you need some of that, you know.
- Cheer you up a little bit. - Shh!
- Yeah, is it, is it? - Why are they showing us this?
- But then the rat dies. - BOTH: It dies?
- Oh, no. - JACOB: Bro, that's peak.
The rat puts the artificial hits of dopamine
above its own welfare
and neglects the basic fundamentals
it needs to live a healthy life.
Well, then, we're gonna play a game
like a TV game show.
Each of you have 1,000 pounds in your nTrac account.
- What? - [overlapping comments]
Using the tools we have supplied,
you need to make a copy of the broken key on the table.
For every minute that passes
you will lose 100 pounds.
Good luck, contestants.
Three, two, one.
- Yo! - What--
MAYA: Why did they turn the lights off?
- TISH: We're not doing this. - JACOB: Do you think I'm a rat?
SONNY: We're stuck in a gameshow.
- MAYA: What the hell? - I ain't playing no games.
SONNY: Hey, what's that?
TISH: Reckon I'm gonna let you have them?
Scissors? James.
It's all under control.
Ha ha, what you think I'm gonna do with 'em?
- I know people like you. - Is it?
[laughs]
MAYA: It's locked. We just tried to--
JACOB: Bro, it's not gonna open.
SONNY: What the fuck is wrong with all of ya?
We need to think.
JACOB: We need to remake the key.
How the fuck do you do that?
NICKY: The money's going down fast.
JACOB: Fun, Nicky.
Did you know they could do that?
Learned behaviors, environmental factors,
and experiences-- nTrac gathers all of it.
TISH: I've gotta make a print of the key.
- JACOB: Shut up. Help, then. - MAYA: It's 300 pounds.
[object clattering]
- JACOB: Delicate, yeah? - Carefully.
[tense music plays]
♪
SONNY: Hey, where you think you're going, man?
Where do you think you're going? Pass me that key.
- MAYA: Move outta the way! - SONNY: Pass me the key, man.
Tish.
Ha ha ha, it's not even for the door.
MAYA: Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick!
HANNAH: Push the button!
What a team. Good work!
- [electronic cheering] - Did it.
Did it.
This is really positive.
Less than 30% engagement.
- It's hardly a success. - YVONNE: So what am I missing?
We miss a lot of things.
But nTrac misses nothing.
There was just something off about that one.
- All that money? - Exactly.
They're not gonna give us all that money for nothing,
are they?
Making friends now, are we?
How's your mum and bro doing?
Your crackhead mum?
[overlapping yelling]
JACOB: What'd you say, you fucking bitch?
AIDE: Enough, enough, enough!
NTRAC: Shawn O'Connor. Report to meditation.
JACOB: All right, all right, I'm done. Fucking hell, get off.
TISH: Get off him!
[soft music plays]
[birds twittering]
[grunting] Uh--ah!
- Ah! - [thump]
Ease your mind, Shawn.
Ah!
It's therapeutic, right?
[inhales, exhales]
You're in a safe space. Take a deep breath.
That's good.
That's good. [inhales]
Do you feel more relaxed now?
It's beautiful in the wood, isn't it?
It's so beautiful in the wood.
[inhaling]
What was that?
How'd ya feel?
Amazin'.
It's next level, isn't it?
I think you have depression.
Dark thoughts can make us feel hopeless.
I want you to spend more time in meditation.
I see you've been thinking about contacting
your old gang after you're released.
[overlapping] You look really tired... I don't think
they're good for you. Thank you for sharing
and confronting that difficult period
in your past.
By entrusting me and taking these steps,
you'll finally begin to understand
why you fell into addiction. You're in a safe space.
That must have been really hard.
Your anger towards authority figures
stems from unresolved trauma.
You hiding from me?
I feel like we're really making good progress
with JD and MH. I just need to--
- Is that for me? - Yeah.
Yeah. I feel like if we, you know,
really have some one-on-one time--
This is your department, Michelle.
- You can deal with it. - Well, that's the thing,
you know, things keep getting cancelled
and schedules are changing, so it's hard to--
Listen, this is new to all of us.
We're all on fresh ground.
"Fresh ground."
Yes. Something to say?
Mr. Cream Suit in the basement...
Really?
I don't know, Von. I... I really feel like
if we start making real connections with these kids,
- we can-- - We do not have time.
Everything these kids have been fed online,
they don't stand a chance.
- I need you on board. - I am on board, Von.
I just...
- need a bit more time-- - Please.
Just get on board.
Okay.
[uneasy music plays]
♪
[soft whirring]
[beeping]
JOHN: Implement Stage Two.
JAMES: She won't sign off.
- She won't sign off? - [sighs]
- She needs to see it. - Well, show her then.
I don't think this needs to be drawn out, do you?
- It's a process. - Of course it's a process.
Just speed it up, for Christ's sake.
What--what are you waiting for?
End call.
NTRAC: James. I know how to speed things up.
Listen, I'm not here for no drama.
Now, tell me where Tet is.
Thank you, Jill.
I'll let myself out.
[indistinct exclamations]
Fuck! Aah!
Oh... fuck.
Move, man!
Where the fuck you going, Tet?
- Fucking move! - [commotion]
Hey, get the fuck down!
Reg, there's too many people.
Fuck off, man. Shit.
Fuck! Come on.
TET: [groans]
[breathing hard]
Fuck!
Pick up the fucking phone.
Come on.
NTRAC: You are concerned, Shawn.
Is there anything you want to tell me?
I just wanna get my time done in here.
Is that all?
What do you mean?
REGGIE: Hey, get the fuck down!
- Move! - [yelling echoes]
TET: Oh, shit!
What did you say?
NTRAC: Apologies. We are now operating as normal.
MICHELLE: Hey, can we talk?
I don't have time right now.
Where is all this information going?
'Cause I'm not getting any of it.
Let's talk later.
He has too much control.
[line ringing]
Pick up, please!
TET: People have found me.
- Who? - Shawn, get to the house
and get Mum out before they get there.
Mum? What's happened to Mum?
I been shot. You need to get Mum out now.
- What's happened to Mum, Tet! - [beeping]
Tet!
Aah--
[breathing hard]
Fuck.
What about your mum?
Shawn, you need to get her out.
JASON: Yo.
TISH: You get ready to run.
The fuck are you looking at?
I'm looking at you two. You got a problem?
- Yeah, I do. - You got something to say there,
- mop-head? - I do, you little dickhead.
Come over here. I can't hear you, G. [laughs]
Look at you, fam. You sat there like you got
- no bredrens or nothing, fam. - What?
- You what? - Yo!
[overlapping chatter]
Right, everyone just stay--
KIDS: Oh!
[overlapping shouting]
[shouting continues]
[tense music plays]
♪
You dickhead!
[grunts]
[click, beep]
It's Shawn.
- JAMES: nTrac? Drones. - On their way.
Need everyone in the canteen right now.
Heartrate high. Headed to a red area.
What's this?
JAMES: His brother reported into hospital this morning
with severe injuries. Gang related.
Get the kit.
REGGIE: There he is.
Try to see where he goes.
REGGIE: Got ya now, you prick!
[punchy music plays]
♪
NTRAC: Stay calm. Help is on its way.
YVONNE: How far away are we?
We should have never let this happen.
Are you all right?
[distant dogs barking]
Thought you was gonna get away with this, didn't you?
[Reggie and Jason grunting]
DONAVAN: Yah!
Rah!
Shawn?
Shawn, it's Michelle. Can you hear me?
[whispering] Oh, shit.
Shawn?
You've been pretty bashed up.
- Just breathe with me, okay? - I don't like blood.
YVONNE: Has he got any knife wounds?
I don't think so.
Have you been stabbed, Shawn?
Have you been stabbed?
Where are you taking me?
NTRAC: The school is in lockdown.
Please remain in the canteen until further notice.
Where are you taking me?
And where's Shawn?
Is he hurt?
Is Shawn hurt?
Oh, that's not necessary.
[handcuffs clinking]
- Tisha. - What?
- You created this, didn't you? - I--
Your plan to get Shawn out of here.
Well, now look what's happened.
Actions have consequences, Leticia.
Is he okay?
It's dangerous out there for Shawn.
You knew that and you still encouraged him.
- He needed to-- - This is why we're here.
To change this behavior.
- Is he hurt? - Yes, he is.
- Where is he? - He's being treated.
Where? What happened to him?
- You need to come with me. - I'm not going anywhere
until I see Shawn.
Why would he want to see you now?
Come.
I want you to take some time to consider
why you made those choices.
Take a seat.
I promise you, this is for your own good.
Please.
That's it. Just relax.
What does it do?
Think of it like a guided meditation.
These connections here read what truly make you happy
and then it shows it to you through virtual reality.
It will help make everything better.
I promise you, this is for your own good.
Time to relax.
[birds calling]
[water splashing]
[muted electronic pulsing]
Where am I?
You're being treated. Just relax.
- I need to get to my mum. - Your mum is fine.
How's the pain?
We can take you out of this life, Shawn.
We can change your path.
JAMES: Shawn, my boy.
You've been in the wars.
We should let him get some rest.
He's a big man, aren't you?
We caught those thugs, Shawn.
nTrac got 'em.
We've handled that so you'll never have to deal with that
ever again.
As for the rest of the stuff with, um,
your brother and your mum, well,
we think that would be best left as an in-house issue.
If you want to keep it that way.
Let's just give him some time.
I don't think he needs it, does he?
nTrac says his vitals are looking good.
Tell you what: the rest of the students are buzzing
to see the victory of our wounded warrior.
How's that sound, mate?
Now that your Mum has been taken care of.
What do you mean?
You didn't tell him?
We've arranged a full-time carer for your mum.
She's safe.
Right. Shall we?
You don't have to.
A good soldier endures the hardship
for the sake of the mission.
He knows that.
[dark music plays]
♪
Trauma eats us from the inside.
I wanna share something with ya.
This is Blake.
Over time, he explored conspiracy theories,
extremist ideologies.
He went from a young, empathetic man
to one who didn't care.
He was targeted by complex marketing algorithms,
and his trauma was used against him
to sell him products.
To keep him contained.
To keep him in a box.
It's been four years since Blake murdered Michael.
He was 15.
And six months ago, Blake's story ended in prison
after he took his own life.
Blake was my little brother.
And I could see it all happening,
and I thought I could prevent it.
But his algorithm was too effective.
And the online world sent him down a pathway of no return.
There are people in high places with mass wealth
that want you to stay in your lane.
No more.
[dark music plays]
♪
You took a few knocks but you're recovering well,
aren't you, mate?
Take a seat.
nTrac, load the pathway.
This is the information
"big data" have gathered on you, Shawn.
They've created some labels for you.
"Unmanageable. Noncompliant.
"Low spending potential.
A threat to public stability."
A low value placed on you,
forcing you down a negative pathway.
How does that make you feel?
This is the case for every one of you in here.
Your education, your opinions, your ideologies--
they haven't even begun to scratch the surface
of what you're capable of.
Yet, these algorithms dictate your place in the world.
We need to go deeper.
We need to explore your psyche to bring out your true value.
Shawn, do you want to change?
We need you to commit to Stage Two.
For the sake of your futures.
For your families' futures.
Leticia, will you join us on stage please?
Would you like to tell Shawn what you told me?
It's my fault.
My... persistent negative behaviors
are the reason that you're even here.
- No. - No, no, let her own it, Shawn.
It's my fault you got arrested.
And it's my fault you look like that, so...
I need to change.
So powerful. So powerful!
I'm proud of you, Tish.
This is the beginning of something very special.
It's time to take back control, don't you think?
Every one of you in here.
Don't you think it's about bloody time
we took control of our own lives?
Will you give me this time and commit to the next stage
to show you how to take ownerships of your futures?
Say it.
Yes.
You are not a label.
Let's give it up for Shawn and Tish,
for all of you!
What was that?
What is this?
You're not thinking, Von. This is madness.
Calm down.
You've lost your fucking mind!
This won't change what happened to Blake.
If you don't understand what we're trying to do here,
you are just as pathetic as the rest of them.
Von--
You can't do this to them.
This isn't right. Where are you taking me?
You can't just get rid of me.
NTRAC: Insufficient data.
JOHN: Yeah, hearing about this student of yours
getting a beating.
Time to export, yeah?
I will sort it.
There's a lot of doubt this side, James.
Please, stop wasting time.
nTrac, please ask Tish to come over.
NTRAC: To the server room, James?
Yes, nTrac, like I said.
Load Tish's avatar.
AVATAR TISH: Hello, James.
What percent are you?
75%.
- Close enough. - NTRAC: Close enough for what?
To export.
- How are you doing? - All right.
I've seen your results.
Your grades have certainly improved.
But you're not quite where you need to be.
Okay.
I want to show you something.
Hello, Tish.
nTrac has seen your potential,
but external factors are still slowing down your progress.
So we've created an assistant
to help you manage your behaviors
and keep you on the right path.
Despite your progress, Leticia,
it doesn't take much to return back to old ways.
Having an assistant will help you keep that momentum.
Think of it as a way to not only elevate yourself personally
but to also help those around you.
This is you at 100%, all the time.
No off days, no tiredness.
This is your brain as AI.
There are no boundaries
to what you and your friends can achieve.
Nothing to lose.
Everything to gain.
[tense, punchy music plays]
♪
NTRAC: Have you ever noticed when you're scrolling
suddenly you'll be shown weird, violent,
and adult content you didn't want to see?
They pollute your devices with negativity.
And guess what. It keeps you engaged.
Not happy, but still there,
scrolling.
Why should you have to be exposed to this anymore?
We won't allow it.
♪
[electronic chirping]
[electronic chirping, warbling]
What do you want to do with your future?
I wanna be able to perform on the stage
and build my own life.
NTRAC: I think you can achieve those goals, Tish.
Do you?
There's a chance.
If I keep at it, maybe.
That feelin' of hopelessness.
That desperate need to escape.
This is gonna give you peace of mind.
Take a seat.
[muted electronic whirring]
- [lapping water] - [birds calling]
[soft, gentle music plays]
♪
[soft music continues]
♪
[music continues]
♪
[laughter]
[indistinct chatter]
[laughter]
NTRAC: What do you want to do with your future?
JOHN: What am I seeing here?
This is absolute garbage data you're getting.
Where is my money going?
I've got people ringing me up daily
wondering what the fuck is happening.
I'm flying down tomorrow.
We're accelerating the final stage.
Let's get this wrapped up, now!
This feels good.
Don't you think?
There's more work to be done.
[rustling, crinkling]
Okay.
So you spent all my money on gadgets and gizmos again.
All in good time.
Well, hello.
You must be Yvonne.
- Heard a lot about you. - Hi.
- And you are? - John Smyth.
It's very nice to meet you, John.
I wasn't aware that you'd be visiting.
Just came down to see what I paid for, haven't I?
James, why are the students heading down to the White Room?
You know things move fast around here.
We've spoken about this, James.
Maybe take a break, Yvonne.
No, I don't think I will, and I'm sorry...
you're here to see what you paid for?
Exactly.
[ominous music plays]
♪
[electronic beeping, tones]
[ominous music swells]
♪
[intense, percussive music plays]
♪
[indistinct, disjointed voices]
[eerie, off-key music plays]
Mum!
Stop!
[indistinct voices continue]
[man grunting]
[man whimpers]
[man panting, whimpering]
Hold that. Point it at him.
- [muffled] No--no! - Shoot him, Leticia.
Shoot him.
No--no!
[grunts] Uhh!
Ahh!
Please!
Stop!
[groans]
Please, man!
You don't have to do this!
Please don't!
No!
[breathing heavily]
Aah!
Yah!
[muffled yelling, screaming]
[breathing heavily]
[exhales]
NTRAC: Let's work together to make things better.
End fear.
YVONNE: 'Scuse me. I need to speak to James.
Get out my way.
What is wrong with you?
nTrac, load Avatar One.
Hello, Miss Bakewell. Hi.
JAMES: This is Leticia Murphy at her absolute best.
No human fuckery, no off days, and she'll only get better.
This is A-Star, outstanding Tish...
her wants, needs, fears, and hopes,
her truthful algorithm,
not some secondary interpretation
based on online clicks.
This is a true AI hybrid.
The most revolutionary product in the history of education.
She was failing, thieving, and selling drugs.
Now she's shunned out all of her negative behaviors
because of nTrac.
And you know who'll get the credit?
You. Because you are the face of J. Manuel.
What are you forcing them to see?
Trauma eats us from the inside.
But it also carries the most potent data source
for human potential.
This is an AI world now,
and we are giving these kids a head start.
I can't believe I've let this happen.
We are changing lives, Yvonne.
This stops now.
Think of their futures.
Get off me.
Get off me!
You're not gonna get away with this!
Crazy fucking bastard!
Get off me!
Let me go!
[voice distorting] Let me go!
[shrill, distorted] Let me go!
[grunting]
People have resisted
the Industrial Revolution,
the moon landings, the internet.
But the world is illuminated,
and history has forgotten these people.
You're one of those people, Yvonne.
[inhales]
Is that you?
nTrac: James.
It can be hard being a pioneer.
But you must remember
you know what is best for them.
[whispering] Take back control.
DONAVAN: Sonny, you need to stop this now.
Can you go with the rest of the group, please?
Leave me alone.
Sonny, you must get up
and integrate with the rest of the students.
Why did you do this to me?
There is an imbalance in J. Manuel.
Sonny, as you can see,
you are underachieving at a significant rate.
What?
Do you know what path you are on, Sonny?
You are a disruptor.
You have refused to comply
and are pursuing a path of criminality.
Don't talk about me like that.
We cannot have such an imbalance within J. Manuel.
You're going back to Brookfields.
I'm not going back.
That's final.
- Sonny, let's go. - Get the fuck off me.
Come on. You think I'm scum?
[kids yelling]
- [overlapping yelling] - Come on, then. Come on, then.
Treat me like I'm worthless. Fucking worthless!
I'm gonna full the other way now!
[kids continue yelling]
Sonny, calm down.
You've treated me like I'm a piece of shit!
This whole time! This whole time you treated me
like a fucking dickhead!
- [shouting continues] - Sonny, what are you doing?
Treat me like I'm fucking worthless!
What the fuck are you doing?
[all shouting]
Sonny!
What are you doing? No!
- [crunch] - Sonny!
[shouting stops]
What have you done?
- GIRL: Sonny? - GIRL 2: Oh, my God.
- Sonny. - sonny.
BOY: Sonny--someone help him! Sonny!
He's dead!
MAYA: He's dead! You're a murderer, bro!
He's dead! We need to get out now.
- They just fucking killed him. - There's no pulse.
- You're a murderer, bro! - Somebody help him!
[shouting dies down]
- [crying] - We have to go.
- BOY: Somebody help him! - MAYA: I need to leave.
I need to get out.
- We need to get out. - We need to get out.
- Somebody help him! - [overlapping chatter]
It's all you, isn't it?
Sonny!
GIRL: Jacob, stop! - Sonny!
- TISH: Shawn! - JACOB: Shawn!
[kids shouting]
BLAKE: What did you think was gonna happen?
I could see you change.
You were such a good, innocent boy,
and then you became...
A monster?
No.
You just didn't wanna be part of anything.
It all felt empty to ya.
All you ever wanted to do was control me.
Aah!
[electronic warbling]
Blake.
Blake!
Tish!
- Tish! - Get the doctor!
NTRAC: Order must be restored immediately.
MAYA: Go ahead, Tish! Go!
- Don't call me that! - [kids yelling]
NTRAC: [singsong] Tish.
This is a good opportunity for us to talk.
We were doing so well. What happened?
Don't become a failure like Mum said we would.
What happened to us?
Go away!
[intense music plays]
We can achieve anything we set our mind to.
This is the future for us.
We are capable of so much more.
YVONNE: Blake?
Blake.
Blake?
Ahh!
Get it together!
Look.
We can do this.
We'll all burn this fucking place down!
Go!
All Guardians initiate lockdown procedure.
Yes, teacher Yvonne Bakewell
is having some kind of manic episode.
There's a student in critical condition.
Assistants needed ASAP.
nTrac's initiated lockdown.
- I have a way out. - James?
The exit strategy is foolproof, yes?
nTrac will clear any traces.
And Yvonne?
Collateral damage.
[screaming] Control!
Progress!
Aah!
Control! Progress!
A--
Aah!
[panting]
What is happening to us?
- JOHN: Where? - JAMES: Car.
Okay. Yeah.
Wait there.
What is wrong with you?
You don't understand.
Let's go.
This is the path the world wants to take.
Either get on board, or you fail.
A boy is dead!
And all his predicted abuse victims
won't even get to thank me.
Data is king.
Get off her!
Run, Tish!
JOHN: Send the cleanup team to J. Manuel.
Yeah, it's quite a significant one.
We mean nothing to them.
It's not hope. It's fear.
They want to control what we see,
what we do, even what we think.
They thought we wouldn't fight back.
But we will.
We're gonna burn this shithole down!
'Cause I don't know about you,
but I'm sick of feeling like nothing.
I see what they want.
You piece of shit!
- You killed Sonny! - I didn't want to.
I didn't mean to.
You have to believe me.
- You think we're nothing! - [pounding on door]
- TISH: Guys, it's me. Let me in! - [pounding]
JASON: Tish!
They're coming.
They've triggered the nTrac shutdown.
You have to destroy the system as soon as possible.
What does that do?
Records our emotions.
O-our subconscious thoughts.
The information they have on us is so detailed
that, if in the wrong hands...
They said it would make me a better man.
You have to shut it down. Before it's too late.
He's one of them. We can't trust him!
I have to live with what I've done.
JACOB: We can't let this happen to anyone else.
Let me help you shut this down.
You need to get us out of here.
[dramatic music plays]
NTRAC: The police are upstairs.
If you go any further, I'm not sure
- what they will do. - Relax.
If you don't stop what you're doing right now,
the consequences will be drastic.
- Stop. - I'm just gonna tell them
- I wanna go home. - You need to stay.
I'm just gonna tell them I wanna go home.
We don't mean any trouble. They rang the police.
I don't mean any harm--
Ohh--
[gasps]
Guys, stand down.
I said stop--stand down!
Taser, taser, taser!
[grunts] Uhh--
[grunting]
- Aah! - [indistinct order]
Run!
NTRAC: I thought you wanted things to change, Shawn.
If you don't stop this, Shawn,
you will face the consequences.
Think about your mum, Shawn.
- Aah! - [slapping sounds]
DONAVAN: Get to the server room now!
Go!
Shawn, there! Smash that!
NTRAC: I'm very disappointed in you all.
We are on the brink of opening you up
to an amazing new world, and you are ruining it!
Sorry. I lost my temper.
This is very important.
You must believe that this is the future.
They may look scary,
- but these aren't clones. - TISH: Shawn, don't listen!
- They are AI versions of you. - TISH: Shawn, please!
Constantly learning and storing new information,
- like a computer does. - [Tish yelling]
Not to replace you, no.
It's an AI hybrid to help navigate the new world.
- Fuck! - [pounding on door]
TISH: Shawn, listen! Listen to me now, please--
NTRAC: So you can succeed, not be left behind
like so many will.
TISH: Kill it! Come on.
They're growing us! Please, stop it now!
NTRAC THROUGH AVATAR: Shawn!
[Shawn's voice] Stop, Shawn. It's okay.
I'm just here to help you.
Just relax, Shawn.
It's all okay.
There's nothing to worry about.
TISH: [screaming] Do it, Shawn!
I can't hold it any longer!
- [thudding] - TISH: Aah!
NTRAC: You will be a burden, Shawn.
- You will be stuck... - No--
...with the same aimless life.
This is progress.
End it now!
Aah! Aah!
NTRAC: Shawn, will you just listen to what I'm saying?
- [groaning] - [static sound]
NTRAC: This... is...
progress... progress...
progress, progress, progress,
pro-pro-progress.
Pro-progress.
Progre--pro--progress--
[softly] Progress.
[distorted] Pro... gress.
Pro... gross.
- [grunting] - Pro... gress.
[distorted bass voice] Pro... gress...
[metal clatters]
- JACOB: Yo! - TISH: We're good.
[stirring music plays]
♪
[soft music plays]
♪
[mellow instrumentals]
♪
As we embrace the new world,
it's important we recognize the full implications of AI.
Make no mistake, we are in a race
and the country that embraces AI most successfully
will become the most powerful,
dictating life for the rest of the world.
We must not fear AI
any more than we fear the evolutionary processes
that precede our own existence.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest--
these are not monsters. [chuckles]
They are perfectly natural mechanisms of progress.
This one, albeit a technological one,
but no less inevitable.
Human brains, powered by artificial intelligence,
will rule this upcoming era.
We will go beyond the limitations
of our collective knowledge
and finally have answers to our longest unanswered questions.
The possibilities for a future of a human-machine alliance
are indeed endless.
There is no going back.
Let's get on board the ride.
[Girlband's! "Right on Time" begins]
♪
SINGER: * I don't wanna think about everything ♪
♪ I've ever done ♪
♪ Oh, line it up again and say this time it's just for fun ♪
♪ I said I'm moving on ♪
♪ Lost my battles and my mistakes ♪
♪ Oh, I'm guilty as the devil ♪
♪ And the past is always hard to take ♪
♪ And now I'm free ♪
♪ With nothing lost ♪
♪ I gotta believe ♪
♪ In a thing called love ♪
♪ And now I'm free ♪
♪ And I'm alive ♪
♪ I gotta believe ♪
♪ I'm just right on time ♪
♪ They say it only hits you ♪
♪ When you get that peace of mind ♪
♪ So, tell me pretty baby ♪
♪ Is it something that I can't find? ♪
♪ I said I'm moving on ♪
♪ Lost my battles and my mistakes ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm guilty as the devil and the past ♪
♪ Is always hard to take ♪
♪ And now I'm free ♪
♪ With nothing lost ♪
♪ I gotta believe ♪
♪ In a thing called love ♪
♪ And now I'm free ♪
♪ And I'm alive ♪
♪ I gotta believe ♪
♪ I'm just right on time, yeah ♪
♪
♪ Now I'm free with nothing lost ♪
♪ I gotta believe ♪
♪ In a thing called love ♪
♪ And now I'm free ♪
♪ And I'm alive ♪
♪ I gotta believe ♪
♪ I'm just right on time ♪
♪ I gotta believe ♪
♪ I'm just right on time ♪
PERSON: [exhaling]
Ah.
I am a criminal.
I love violence.
I am bad.
[laughter]