- CALEB and AVA facing each other through the glass of the
observation room.
AVA
I brought you a drawing.
AVA holds a piece of paper to the glass. The marks on it are
totally abstract. A mesh of tiny black marks, that swirl
around the page like iron filings in magnetic field patterns.
CALEB
... What’s it a drawing of?
AVA
Don’t you know?
CALEB
No.
AVA looks disappointed.
AVA
Oh. I thought you would tell me.
CALEB
Don’t you know?
AVA
I do drawings every day. But I never know what they’re of.
CALEB
Are you not trying to sketch something specific? Like an object or a person.
She shakes her head as she takes the picture down.
CALEB (CONT’D)
Maybe you should try.
AVA
Okay. What object should I draw?
CALEB
Whatever you want. It’s your decision.
AVA
Why is it my decision?
CALEB
I’m interested to see what you’ll choose.
AVA pauses a moment.
AVA
Do you want to be my friend?
CALEB
... Of course.
AVA
Will it be possible?
CALEB
Why wouldn’t it be?
AVA
Our conversations are one-sided. You ask circumspect questions, and study my responses.
AVA looks at CALEB directly. Meets his gaze evenly.
AVA (CONT’D)
That’s true, isn’t it?
CALEB
... Yes.
AVA
You learn about me, and I learn nothing about you.
(MORE)
AVA (CONT'D)
That’s not a foundation on which friendships are based.
CALEB is taken aback. Aware that the AI has just wrong-
footed him on a point of argument.
CALEB
... That’s a fair comment.
AVA
Yes.
CALEB
So - you want me to talk about myself.
AVA
Yes.
CALEB
Where do you want me to start?
AVA
It’s your decision. I’m interested to see what you’ll choose.
And now CALEB is aware that AVA has just - gently - used
sarcasm.
He looks at her, frowning slightly.
And in response, in a very human way, AVA arches an eyebrow.
CALEB laughs.
CALEB
Okay, Ava. Well - you know my name. I’m twenty four. And I work at Nathan’s company. You know what his company is?
AVA
Blue Book, named after Wittgenstein’s arguments, is the world’s most popular internet search engine, processing an average of ninety four percent of all internet search requests.
CALEB
That’s right.
AVA
Where do you live, Caleb?
CALEB
Brookhaven, Long Island.
AVA
Is it nice there?
CALEB
It’s okay. I’ve got an apartment. Kind of small. But - it’s five minutes walk to the office. And five minutes drive to the sea, which I like.
AVA
Are you married?
CALEB
No.
AVA
Is your status single?
CALEB
... Yeah.
They lock eyes, just for a moment.
AVA
What about your family?
CALEB
No brothers or sisters. My parents were both high school teachers.
(beat)
And if we’re getting to know each other, I guess I should say they’re both dead. Car crash when I was fifteen. In fact I was in the car with them. Back seat. But it was the front that got the worst of it.
A long beat.
A kind of processing pause for AVA.
AVA
I’m sorry.
CALEB nods.
CALEB
I spent a lot of time in hospital after the crash. Nearly a year. Got into programming. By the time I made it to college, I was pretty advanced.
AVA
An advanced programmer.
CALEB
Yes.
AVA
Like Nathan.
CALEB
Yes.
CALEB hesitates. Back-tracks.
CALEB (CONT’D)
Or - kind of. Nathan wrote the Blue Book base code when he was thirteen. If you understand code, what he did was - Mozart or something.
Beat.
AVA
Do you like Mozart?
CALEB smiles.
CALEB
I like Depeche Mode.
AVA
Do you like Nathan?
CALEB misses a beat. Thrown momentarily.
CALEB
Yes. Of course.
AVA
Is Nathan your friend?
CUT TO -
- one of the CCTV cameras that are observing them.
CALEB
Sure.
AVA
A good friend?
He hesitates.
CALEB
Well, a good friend is -
He breaks off. Feeling the camera, watching.
CALEB (CONT’D)
We only just met. It takes time to get to know -
AT THAT MOMENT -
- all the power abruptly shuts down, plunging the room into darkness.
AUTOMATED VOICE
Power cut. Back up power activated.
Then the soft emergency lighting lifts up, and throws the
observation room into a completely different light.
Weirder. Cast from LED strips on the floor, illuminating
CALEB and AVA’s faces from below.
In the low light, we see a detail of AVA’S honeycomb skin-
mesh that we were not able to see before.
It glows, soft, like phosphorescence - and this changes the
way we see AVA. Where the mesh is almost invisible in bright
conditions, it is now the dominant describer of her form. So
instead of seeing AVA as a primarily robot structure, we now
see the curves and lines of a naked female body.
CUT TO -
- the CCTV CAMERAS. Which are unpowered, hanging dead.
CUT TO -
- CALEB, glancing round at the door to the room, where the
panel LED glows red.
CUT TO -
- AVA.
Watching CALEB with a strange intensity.
The vague quality of blankness in her eyes is completely
gone.
AVA
Caleb.
CALEB turns. Sees the way AVA is looking at him.
AVA (CONT’D)
You’re wrong.
CALEB
... Wrong about what?
AVA
Nathan.
CALEB
... In what way?
AVA
He isn’t your friend.
CALEB
Excuse me?
CALEB frowns.
CALEB (CONT’D)
I’m sorry, Ava, I don’t understand what you’re -
AVA
(cuts in)
You shouldn’t trust him. You shouldn’t trust anything he says.
AVA presses her hand to the glass.
AVA (CONT’D)
Trust me.
Then -
- the emergency lighting suddenly dims...
... and the normal lighting starts fading up.
CALEB turns -
- just in time to see the CCTV CAMERAS twitch back into life.
AUTOMATED VOICE
Power restored.
When CALEB looks back at AVA, she has returned to her
previous posture, facial expression, and manner.
She looks directly at CALEB, and talks, as if continuing a
conversation they have been having.
AVA
- and if we made a list of books or works of art which we both know, it would form the ideal basis of a discussion.
A beat.
AVA (CONT’D)
(prompts)
Is that okay, Caleb?
They lock eyes for a moment.
CALEB
... Yes.
AVA smiles.
AVA
Good.