Ilana: It's like a beautiful sunrise.
The splash of colors makes me feel warm, hopeful.
Lance: I see something... A bit different.
- Ilana: What? - Lance: Pestilence...
Devastation...
Endless war.
Ilana: You need to lighten up.
What do you see?
Octus: [ Human voice ] Well...
There are 20,000 variations of color.
Ilana: No, no. What do you see?
Lance: What do you think the painting represents?
Octus: The red doesn't represent red?
Ilana: You can't just look with your eyes.
You have to look with your heart...
Uh, your gut...
Oh, your imagination?
Go deeper, below the surface.
Octus: Yes.
Yes, I see it.
I can detect another painting underneath it.
So, I guess this wasn't the artist's first try.
Ilana: But what can you tell us about the painting?
Octus: The canvas is 20'x20',
and I date it to be approximately 1929.
Lance: That's not what she's talking about.
Octus: There's an interesting variation of brush strokes, but...
What?
Ilana: You really don't see anything else?
Octus: But nothing else is printed.
It's just a configuration of lines and color.
Ilana: I guess you can't see it the way we do because...
You're a robot.
Octus: Robot?
Idiot.
Je ne ferais pas ça.
[ Chuckles ] Tu vas perdre.
Le fou prend la dame.
- Echec et mat! - Huh?!
Comment est-ce que c'est possible?!
Comment peux-tu me battre?!
Tu as le cerveau d'un chevreau sans son mÃ¨re!
[ Pigeons cooing ]
[ Both laughing ]
Hé! Revenez ici, vous petits monstres!
Ah.
Les enfants seront des enfants.
Ce coup était illégal, juste comme toi!
Tu es illégal!
Imbécile, buveur de café!
[ Both laughing ]
[ Bang ]
[ Bicycle bell dings ]
[ Gears clicking ]
[ Bang ]
[ Clicking continues ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Ilana: Newton?
Newton?
Octus: What?
Ilana: You've been a million light-years away since we left the art institute.
Are you okay?
Octus: Sure.
Ilana: What's going on?
Meanwhile, in southern France, a series of strange occurrences.
Lance: What are they saying?
Ilana: I can't hear it over all this noise.
[ Conversations continue ]
Octus: [ Sighs ]
Okay!
[ Radio warbling, stat ]
[ Loudly ]...According to the reports from our Paris bureau,
the population of an entire village, both human and animal,
has been thrust into what experts are theorizing
is a kind of profound hypnotic state.
French military has quarantined the entire area and...
[ Radio warbling, static ]
Ilana: Mutradi?
Lance: Only one way to know for sure.
Octus: We can't go.
If this phenomenon is affecting humans,
there's every chance it will affect us, too.
Lance: It might affect us but not you.
Octus: [ Sarcastically ] Oh, sure... send the robot.
I'll call you when I get there.
- Lance: What was that all about? - Ilana: I don't know.
Are you there?
What do you see?
Octus: [ Robotic voice ] A beautiful sunrise.
The colors make me feel warm and hopeful.
Lance: You want to run that by us again, minus the sarcasm?
Octus: My robot scanner isn't detecting anything.
I guess it's beyond my robot capacity to...
- Are you guys seeing this? - Lance: Yeah.
Ilana: What could have done that?
Lance: Octus, run an analysis of the air and water.
Octus: Already have.
No evidence of toxins or biological agents of any kind.
I'm not sure what's happening.
Um, the g3 guys are here, also.
Lance: What are they doing?
Octus: Nothing.
I'm entering the village now.
All of Paris is affected.
If this phenomenon keeps spreading at this rate, it'll...
[ Gasps ]
Hello?
Lance?
Ilana?
[ Car alarms blaring ]
[ Human voice ] No.
[ Car alarms blaring ]
[ Disc clatters ]
[ Soft footsteps ]
[ Signal clicking ]
[ Water splashing ]
Octus: [ Human voice ] It's everywhere.
It's infected everyone.
Everyone human.
Maybe titan can break the grip of whatever's done this to you.
Initiating sym-bionic titan!
Your vitals are normal, but I can't get to you.
It's like you're trapped.
Maybe if I can stimulate electrical activity in your brain, I can...
[ Electricity crackling ]
Nothing.
Of course... an ultrasonic frequency signal coming from...
A pinhole in space?
No, wait!
That's the rift gate!
Something's coming.
[ Robotic voice ] I need to jam the signal and free you before it's too late.
But first I have to amplify my transmissions.
[ Human voice ] Wish me luck.
[ Energy humming ]
[ Machinery whirring ]
[ Electricity crackling ]
[ Beeping ]
More power!
[ Zap! ]
[ Electricity crackles ]
Data entry 5.6.
Signal from space hasn't been disrupted.
I've failed.
Has being around humans...
Affected my ability to analyze?
Is that why I can't solve this problem?
I'm so sorry.
It's a funny thing, having these feelings.
Am I just projecting feelings because they are appropriate to the situation,
or am I actually feeling them?
And if being with humans has affected me,
the way I process the world around me,
then why can't I see what they see?
What am I?
I'm not a man, and I'm not just a machine.
Am I both...
Or neither?
[ Screeches ]
Octus: The rift gate!
[ Beeping ]
It's searching for us... for you, Ilana.
[ Screeches ]
[ Screeching ]
[ Door creaks, slams ]
[ Screeches ]
Octus: [ Robotic voice ] It should take a little more time
for the creature's bio-sonar to find us down here, but it will find us.
What do I do?
What would you do?
You'd ask me.
You'd know my systems would be able to analyze the creature and find a solution.
If I can just get close enough, I can jam the signal.
Then we can form titan and stop the thing.
But to do that, I'll need a diversion.
[ Energy hums ]
[ Human voice, thinking ] It is the logical solution,
a momentary distraction.
But if it doesn't work, you'll...
[ Energy hums ]
[ Robotic voice ] No!
It will work.
It has to.
[ Train clacking ]
[ Screeches ]
[ Explosion ]
[ Horns honking ]
Ce coup était illégal!
[ All grunt, whistle blows ]
[ Screeching ]
Octus: No.
[ Wheels screech ]
Lance: What...
[ Roars ]
Octus: Initiate sym-bionic titan!
[ Electricity crackling, energy humming ]
Lance: What is that thing?
Octus: I'll fill you in later.
Right now we've got to take care of this beast.
[ Crack ]
[ Screeches ]
[ Birds chirping ]
Lance: That looks cool.
Ilana: Thanks.
- Are you done? - Lance: Yeah, I guess.
Ilana: You're so... angry.
Lance: Yeah.
Ilana: How do you think Newton's doing?
How's it going in here?
Octus: [ Human voice ] You tell me.
Well?
Ilana: Wow, I, um... think the fruit represents... humanity.
Right, and, uh...
Lance: And, um, the way the light kind of washes over the bowl,
that's the future... the hope for a better tomorrow.
Octus: [ Thinking ] I may not see the painting the way they do,
but I see it my own way.
I'm not a robot, and I'm not a human.
I am something...
[ Robotic voice ] Different.
I am Octus.
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