CALEB sits in front of the fireplace in the main room. NATHAN joins him, bringing a beer for each of them. CALEB Tell me. NATHAN Sure. CALEB Why did you give her s**uality? An AI doesn't need a gender. She could have been a grey box. NATHAN sits opposite. NATHAN Actually, I'm not sure that's true. Can you think of an example of consciousness, at any level, human or animal, that exists without a s**ual dimension? CALEB They have s**uality as an evolutionary reproductive need. NATHAN Maybe. Maybe not. What imperative does a grey box have to interact with another grey box? Does consciousness exist without interaction? NATHAN takes a drink of his beer. Anyway, s**uality is fun. If you're going to exist, why not enjoy it? You want to remove the chance for falling in love and f**ing? He leans forward, conspiratorially. And, yes. In answer to your real question: you bet she can f**. I made her anatomically complete. CALEB What? NATHAN She has a cavity between her legs, with a concentration of sensors. Engage with them in the right way, and she'll get a pleasure response. CALEB Pleasure response. NATHAN She'll come. So if you want to screw her, mechanically speaking, you can. And she'd enjoy it. CALEB That wasn't my real question. NATHAN No? CALEB No. My real question was - My real question was: did you give her s**uality as a diversion tactic? NATHAN smiles slightly. I don't follow. CALEB Like a stage magician with a hot a**istant. NATHAN Ah. So: a hot robot, who clouds your ability to judge her AI. CALEB Exactly. So. Did you program her to flirt with me? NATHAN Because if I had, would that be cheating. CALEB Wouldn't it? KYOKO prepares dinner in the kitchen area. NATHAN What's your type, Caleb? CALEB Of girl? NATHAN No, of salad dressing. Yes, of girl. In fact, don't even answer. Let's say it's black chicks. For the sake of argument, that's your thing. So - why is it your thing? Because you did a detailed study of all racial types, and cross-referenced the study with a points-based system? No. You just are attracted to black chicks. A consequence of accumulated external stimulus, that you probably didn't even register as they registered with you. CALEB So did you program her to like me or not? NATHAN I programmed her to be heteros**ual. Just like you were programmed to be heteros**ual. CALEB Nobody programmed me to be straight. NATHAN But you are attracted to her. CALEB This is childish. NATHAN No, this is adult. And by the way, you decided to be straight? Please. Of course you were programmed. By nature or nurture, or both. NATHAN stands. To be honest, Caleb, you're kind of annoying me now. This is your insecurity talking, not your intellect. CALEB opens his mouth to reply, but NATHAN shuts him down. NATHAN Come with me. INT. HOUSE/POLLOCK ROOM - DAY NATHAN and CALEB stand in front of the Pollock drip painting. NATHAN You know this guy, right? CALEB Jackson Pollock.Jackson Pollock. The drip painter. He let his mind go blank, and his hand go where it wanted. Not deliberate, not random. Someplace in between. They called it automatic art.Let's make this like Star Trek, okay? Engage intellect. CALEB ... What? NATHAN I'm Kirk. Your head is the warp drive. ‘Engage intellect'. What if Pollock had reversed the challenge? Instead of trying to make art without thinking, he said: I can't paint anything unless I know exactly why I'm doing it. What would have happened? CALEB He never would have made a single mark. NATHAN clicks his fingers. NATHAN See? There'smy guy. There's my buddy, who actually thinks before he opens his mouth. He'd never have made a single mark. The challenge is not to act automatically. It's to find an action that is not automatic. From talking, to breathing, to painting. NATHAN glances back at CALEB. To f**ing. Even falling in love. For the record, Ava is not acting as if she likes you. And her flirting isn't an algorithm to fake you out. You're the first man she's ever seen who isn't me. And I'm like her dad, right? So can you blame her for getting a crush on you? NATHAN glazes a moment. Then comes back. No. You can'