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Wonders of modern science.
Oh, thank God. I'm starving.
[woman thinking] That toast looks burnt.
Should I say something?
Yeah, I think I'll say something.
All good?
To be honest, it's not quite how I like it. It's a bit overdone.
Sorry.
I'll make some more.
Bet she hates me now.
How long is this going to take?
Hi, I'm Madge. I'm your anaesthetist today.
Hi.
[woman thinking] God, she's young. Hope she's qualified.
OK, enough. Stop thinking about things that could go wrong.
They said it's straightforward and painless. I'm just going to relax.
OK, Greta, just relax. Here we go.
[Madge] Now, just count backwards from ten.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...
- ...five... - [Greta thinking] Five, four, three,
two, one.
Um, I can't... I can't see.
Um, where am I?
- Uh, what's that noise? - [drill whirring]
- [heart monitor beeping] - Uh, why can't I see?!
[woman] Preparing to extract cookie.
[Greta cookie] What? No! Wait! I'm still awake!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What's happening?
Excuse me? Oh, my God!'
That's me!
That's me! Oh, my God! Where am I?
I don't know what's happening!
I don't know what's happening to me!
[sobbing]
Hello?
Is... is anyone there?
Hello?
- [feedback] - [Greta cookie] Ow!
Sorry.
[chuckles softly]
You're probably pretty weirded out right now, I'm guessing.
It's OK, you can talk. I can hear you through this.
- [Greta cookie] Hello? - Hi.
I'm Matthew, I'm from Smartelligence.
My job is to explain what's happening to you as best I can.
- Oh, my God! Am I dead? - No, no. You're not dead.
No one's dead here.
Um...
...how old did you say you we're, uh, 30?
- Twenty-nine. - Twenty-nine, Right.
Uh, so you won't remember Xerox machines?
- do you know What A photocopier is? - What?
Do you know what a copy is?
As in a copy of something? Of course I know what that is.
Well, that's what you are.
A copy of...?
A copy of you.
- But I Am me. - OK.
Try to blow on my face.
You can't, because you don't have a body.
Where are your fingers? Your arms, your face?
Nowhere. [chuckles]
Because you're code.
You're a simulated brain full of code,
stored in this little widget we call a cookie.
Why have you done this to me?
Ah, well... Actually you did this to you.
Uh, real you is paying for this.
I don't understand.
You see, what this is, is a service.
We take a blank cookie
and we surgically implant it into a client's brain.
It sits there just under the skin
for about a week, shadowing.
Um, soaking up the way this particular mind works.
That's why you think you're you. You are you.
Uh... but also not.
Right. Well, it is a lot to process, even from inside a processor.
- Put me back in my body! - Hm.
Well, that's where real you lives.
But... what we will do though is we will give you a simulated body.
We find that sometimes that helps. Are you ready?
- What? I don't understand! - Three, and two, one.
[gasps]
[continues gasping]
[Matthew] Hey.
Better?
This is my body.
Let's not get into that again. Uh, look around you.
You've got a control room.
What's this for?
That console, that's for you to control the house.
I mean, real you's house.
Look, um, how do you like your toast?
- Wh... What? - How do you like your toast?
- Underdone. Slightly Underdone. - OK, perfect.
Think about how you like it...
...then just press the button.
- Which one? - It doesn't matter.
You already know you're making toast.