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Good boy, Jean-Claude. We're going home now.

A female, Comrade Yonyx?

Yes, it's a female.

That's the problem. Can't take your eyes off them.

- -

- I'm not laughing. -Me neither. Turn it off, Leo.

Why? Not retroglam enough for you?

Back to the Upper Paleolithic.

Look it up. It'll make you droolese.

We're guests here, okay? Mind your language and turn that off.

Those shows just humiliate humans.

It's the actors I feel sorry for.

No, they're not real actors.

- Oh. - No. They're contestants.

- Oh. - And nobody forces them.

Oh, thank goodness.

-I'd hate to be them. - Live. No special effects.

-They must get a risk bonus. -

They should get a humiliation bonus.

-Oh, how about some grilled cricket? -I'd love one.

-Cricket? -Yes.

-Tasty? -Mmm.

-Mmm, delicious. -Yeah.

You ever thought about becoming an actress?

Hey, you have the physique and such presence, such, uh, magnetism.

- Thank you. -

I'm way too shy.

Uh, I'd have liked that but not on one of those TV shows.

-Mmm. -No, thank you.

No, they're the worst. Programs dreamed up by Yonyx.

I told you that.

So, you'll, uh, show me your latest work?

Yes.

You were supposed to stay home.

Not a word out of you.

Oh, it's rare to see a bookcase full of old books.

Yeah.

They're from my grandmother.

Come.

This is my emotion journal.

Nobody is allowed to read it.

I'll give you a peek.

-You see? - Yes.

-How wonderful. - Listen to this.

"We vibrant beings

need to believe in order to make others believe."

Beautiful, right? It's Sarah Bernhardt.

Not as beautiful as your feelings. Know why?

-Because they're authentic. - Oh.

Look.

-You do that with a real fountain pen? -Yes.

-With ink? -Yes, with ink.

What matters is the craft

and consistency.

It requires discipline.

Nobody can write anymore.

Oh, it's… it's magical, Alice.

You know, I, uh… I run multiple art sites.

- Yes? - Yes.

Why not post it on Crystal Fusion?

Crystal Fusion?

Oh that's my favorite. That's my favorite site.

It would be a dream!

"What better redemption than the recognition of one's talent?"

I am so…

so happy to have met you.

You're not really how I imagined you.

-Nestor? Nestor? -

Spray for us

Freshly Mown Lawn by Plenitude.

Right away, Alice.

Mmm.

"What matter the scent of trees and flowers,

of fire and stone

if I am without home

and without love?"

-So beautiful. -Mmm.

It's us.

- - It's us!

Nestor, door open.

Sorry, it's my ex-husband.

-Arriving unannounced. -Did you get my message?

-Hello to you too. -Sorry, my mistake.

We leave tonight, so I decided to bring sweet pea back a little earlier.

Fourteen hours early is the day before.

Hello, Nina. If you need any tutoring, then I will be here for you.

Monique, I'm 17. I'll be fine.

Nina! Nina, over here.

Meet Max. Max, Nina.

Oh, we adopted her when rising seas flooded the Netherlands.

-My darling was six months old. -

-Nice to meet you. -You too.

Victor, my ex-husband.

And his…

secretary.

I'm Jennifer.

I'm an executive now, not a secretary, but anyway, who cares?

Of course.

Oh, you jumped…

…jumped up in rank.

- Yeah, I did. - Mm-hmm.

Victor, there's tea, grilled crickets, and boiled eggs.

I'll do the offering Monique, okay? Thank you, Monique.

I'm the lady of the house.

So we have tea, grilled crickets, and boiled eggs.

Obviously, you didn't reboot her since our divorce,

so she thinks that I just got home.

Okay, but you took the, um, reboot codes with you. Remember?

Can you two make a little effort?

Try to be human for once.

Electronic perimeter breached.

-Nestor, drone surveillance. - Activated, Alice.

Oh, It's just Toby! Relax. It's just the neighbor's dog.

- - Ah. Ew.

- -And there you go.

That's the last we're gonna see of it for 24 hours.

Huh. And who is "we"?

-Ah, "we" is you. -Ha.

We're gonna be long gone by then, right, babycakes?

-Far away. - Open the door, Nestor.

- Ugh, slobberoos germs! - Toby 6!

-Out of there. Get out! -

Oh no! Not in my greenhouse! Not my greenhouse!

Is he Toby 6 or Toby 7?

Oh gosh, am I losing count?

Two got run over, one drowned, one swallowed weed killer.

It's all a bit…

The same breed every time?

Oh, worse than that.

Much worse.

-Nestor! -

Bring up Toby.

They cloned Toby 1.

Now, if he has an accident or gets old, he's replaced by a clone.

-Too bad it doesn't work with teens. - That's so funny.

Fortunately, it's illegal.

Well, in France, we're giga-behindawaxx.

-Lucky for you. - Toby.

Toby, come here. Yeah, who's the best boy?

-Tom, it's Toby! -Coming, Nina.

No way! You kept your first baby robot?

You keep your e-binky too?

I will help you clean your room.

-Toby, stop it! -I will help you clean your room.

I will help you clean your… your… your…

your… your… your room.

- - Ugh, pukawaxx!

Vomit's flying everywhere.

What's going on? What's wrong with it?

It's gone totally haywire.

What's it doing? What's it doing? Beat it! Psh! Psh!

Oh! Oh! I'm allergic. I'm allergic!

Well-done. Bravo, Max. A Phantom XP5.

24K camera, 800 bitdols on Altiplano, and now it's destroyed.

-XP5? -That's right.

-All right. I'm so sorry. -No. Don't worry about it.

The subscription is in my name.

Wow! A Howard V2 cleaner. Mega-collectorawaxx.

Objective in sight.

Impregnation.

Suction.

Disinfection.

Thank you for your attention.

- Neighbor… - Françoise.

I am duty bound to list items borrowed by…

Françoise.

…and never returned.

-One wooden spatula, three reminders. -

-One bottle of detergent, four reminders. -

Come on, Nestor! Open up. It's Françoise.

Anyone seen my Toby?

Do you have reception in here?

How are you, Françoise?

Your garden needs a splash of color. It's not Chernobyl.

I'm inclined to agree.

I ordered cactuses. Real ones.