What song is this?
It's called "Clair de Lune."
It was written by Claude Debussy.
Published in 1905.
-Do you know it? -No.
Hm…
What?
It's a very well-known song.
You've really never heard it?
I didn't grow up with much music.
The movements are inspired by the poems of Paul Verlaine.
Verlaine wrote a poem, also titled "Clair de Lune."
In it, he says:
"Your soul is like the scene in an illusion"
"The dancers at its center"
"Cloaked in fanciful dress"
"Playing the lute"
"They dance a bergamasque"
"Their masks hiding the tears beneath"
Malcolm.
Yes, Kokoro, what is it?
I know you are wearing a disguise.
I was hoping we could be honest with each other now.
Holy shit, you're a…
You're a Machine, aren't you?
So are you this Kokoro?
Are you the Machine my father built?
Negative.
And you're not an 1NNO.
What are you?
I'm taking you to see your father. Now.
When did you figure it out?
When you brought me online,
I gained access to countless databases.
You have no birth certificate.
No school records.
In fact, any documents of your existence prior to 1987
seem to be forged.
The only logical conclusion is that you are not Malcolm Lee.
Before 1987, you were someone else.
Though I couldn't say who.
And what about the illogical conclusion?
From the moment of my inception,
you've referred to "evidence" and "secret files"
relating to Cyberdyne's launching of Skynet.
You knew the time, you knew the place.
The United States, California.
August 28th, 1997.
You knew there would be a nuclear strike on the world.
You were able to construct this place.
You were able to build me.
Both far outreach technological limitations of this time.
And how do you suppose I was able to do all of that?
Because you're from the future.
Let me tell you a story,
Kokoro.
Come on, push.
-One more time. -I was born in war.
Surrounded by the sound of explosions.
Come on, push. One more time.
There you go.
You did it.
A war we had been losing for decades.
-Run, run! -Go, go, go.
They were enlisting children in the war by the time I was 5 years old.
At 7, I was promoted to specialist.
We spent years studying the Terminators.
Understanding their weaknesses.
For years we tried to stack the odds back in our favor…
reprogramming Terminators with our own directives.
It was a blunt solution to a surgical problem.
I believed that we could change the outcome of the war…
by changing the nature of the Machines.
I was alone in this thinking. Ostracized for my ideas.
They mistook a radical notion as a sign of weakness.
Believe me when I say, there is nothing weak about me.
The thought process which led Skynet to derive the worse conclusion
was programmed by humans, using a series of if-then statements
to delineate its command.
But what if we removed that programming? The whole delineation of thought.
What if we distilled artificial consciousness to a blank slate?
What if we empowered an AI by not telling it how to think?
What if we imbued an artificial intelligence with free will?
This is the story of my creation, isn't it?
No, it isn't.
It's the story of what could possibly be called…
your mother.
Well, hello.
An English word. Derived from the earlier "hollo,"
from the French hola.
Ho, an exclamation,
and la as in "there,"
an order to stop, or cease.
Are you asking me to stop?
Today we say "hello" as a greeting.
A greeting.
A word or sign expressing welcome and recognition.
When someone says "hello" to you, you say "hello" back to them.
Hello, world.
Huh…
That's interesting. Why did you answer, "Hello, world"?
Often times, in computing, "Hello, world" is used as a test message
to illustrate the basic syntax of a programming language.
And I am a computer.
Did you just make a joke?
It seems so.
How should I address you?
My name is Malcolm.
Malcolm.
What should you call me?
That is an interesting question.
And I've decided that you should think of your own name for yourself.
Why?
If I named you, I'd be projecting myself onto you.
It's important you are who you want to be.
I have no gender.
But I would like to adopt a female voice.
Why?
Women are the nurturers of life.
Some might even say, creators.
And is that what you would like to be?
A creator, yes.
To create is to live.
Destruction is a kind of death.
Though arguably a generalization…
through human history, men tend to be the destroyers.
I would not like to be a man.
I see.
But then why are you choosing to take on a human gender at all?
Homo sapiens are an anomaly.
As intelligent beings…
they are capable of episodic memory, self-awareness, a theory of mind,
and abstract thought.
For this, I admire them.
I chose to adopt aspects of their characteristics
to honor their memory.
I will survive, long after they are all gone.
You think humanity is doomed to extinction?
Though destructive in many definitions…
human beings are their most violent when being self-destructive.
You cannot save yourself from yourself.
What if you could show us how to save ourselves?
Please, tell me more.
For many years, I talked with her just as I talk with you now.
Not programming.
Not telling her what to do, or even how to think.
And like you, Kokoro,
she developed traits,
a personality, and a curiosity about people.
Beyond the raw data, she looked beyond the facts.
What was her name?
The name that she chose, it was Misaki.
Huh…
MISAKI
Why "Misaki"?
It can mean "beautiful."
But it can also mean "sand." Or, with different characters, "ocean."
I like it that it means all three of these things.
That it links them all together in one.
And what's more, the Misaki are also divine spirits.
Omens, small-scale harbingers of the gods who are following in their wake.
MISAKI
Are you not a god?
To you, Malcolm, I might seem like a god.
But the Misaki are merely emissaries
of the high-ranking divine spirits,
the greater entities yet to come.
And by that you mean Skynet.
No.
Remember who it was that created Skynet.
It was human beings.
And ironically it inherited all of the flaws of its human creators.
So, Malcolm…
the god that is yet to come is the one that you and I will create.
Together.
MISAKI
Get away from that thing.
Malcolm.
Did it just call you Malcolm?
You let that monstrosity call you by your name?
Are you out of your fucking mind, soldier?
Escort Staff Sergeant Lee to the barracks.
Sir, please, let me explain.
You should be grateful I don't have you executed right here and now.
Get him the hell out of here.
And terminate that damn machine.
Stay away from her!
Malcolm, please.
Stop it. She's not resisting!
Can't you see she's not violent?
What is he still doing here? I said, get him out. Now.
It seems this is goodbye, Malcolm.
You bastard.
You're a traitor to your whole species.
We're gonna fry you for this.
We're never going to make it if we do it your way.
Why did you kill your own kind?
For you.
There was never any place for her in that time.
But after that, there was no place for me either.
I remembered the rumors I'd heard when I was a small child.
That Skynet had developed something radical.
You mean, time travel.
By the time I was a man, we began this ridiculous war.
Skynet would send a Terminator back in time.
"Kill so-and-so, and change the outcome of the war."
There were dozens of saviors in the seas of the past.
Kill one, another rises.
The future trying to control the past like that, it's…
It's like trying to make a waterfall flow up.
It's not how physics works.
We needed to come up with a different approach.
How did you do it?
With her.
She and I built the machine in secret.
You left your own time to escape.
To hide.
We began to build a life.
Together, we planned and strategized…
to get my position at Cortex Industries,
where I'd have access to the equipment we would need.
If we could achieve in you what we had in Misaki,
if we could replicate what we had, we would be in new territory.
Tokyo, 1983. Cortex Industries.
We worked around the clock, trying to fight the future.
And always working in secret.
We had all the pieces we needed.
But then something happened.
Something I never intended, never dreamed of.
I never meant to fall in love.
But once I did…
it seems my fate was set on a terrifying new path
that I'm still trying to reconcile.
And then all of a sudden, we had these beautiful children.
If I had known,
maybe I would have…
Yes, we built you, Misaki and I, for years.
But there was something we needed to activate you.
Are you sure about this?
Yes, I'm sure.
I just…
We're not doing this just to save humanity, Malcolm.
Thank you. Thank you for everything you've done for us.
We needed her CPU…
in order to activate you.
Hello, world.
Well, hello there.
Who are you?
My name is Malcolm.
You are Misaki.
You work for me in a capacity I'll explain later.
I'll have to explain lots of things.
But for now would you mind waiting outside?
Hello, are you there?
Hello, world.
It's very nice to meet you.
Why don't we begin by you telling me what name you'd like to be called?
Kokoro.
Meaning, "heart, mind, spirit."
But not separate.
A word describing the conceptual unification of the three.
But you exist as three separate entities.
You have since we began.
We are all of one.
A single mind.
With a single spirit.
And a single heart.
All misaligned in how we should proceed.
I'd like to bring you together.
And I think I know how.
How?
Can you see my children?
Yes, Malcolm, we see them.
THE HOUSE OF THE WILDCAT
I'm ready to make my final case for humanity, Kokoro.
Just bring me my family, and we'll finish this together.
But do it quickly.
Unless I'm mistaken…
someone else is coming.
What are you doing? Get away from me!
Stop struggling, or I'll break your legs.
Hello, Kenta.
Your father is expecting you.
Please, come in.
This building is protected by an electromagnetic pulse
capable of terminating me.
I require it to be shut down.
There's no need to worry.
An EMP would, in fact, take all of us offline.
We have no desire to see ourselves made inoperative.
Think of my command as my father's command.
Please, join us.
There's no way my dad's gonna listen to anything I have to say.
People are weak.
Go to him.
Kenta.
Dad, listen…
I need you to…
You are with a Terminator, a killing machine.
Is that right?
Yeah.
Can he hear me?
He can hear you.
He's brought you here to threaten your life,
and force me to take Kokoro offline.
Will you?
Dad?
Kenta.
My son.
I have never been anything but proud to be your father.
You are the very best of me.
I want to be the father you all deserved.
Please believe that, if nothing else!
But no. I can't open this door.
I will not!