Black Museum

Black Museum S04E06

Black Museum

Black Mirror

Peter Dawson, médico - Casal: Jack e Carrie - Clayton Lee…

Peter Dawson, médico - Casal: Jack e Carrie - Clayton Lee

MUSIC: “Always Something There

To Remind Me” by Dionne Warwick

I walk along the city streets

You used to walk along with me

And every step I take

Recalls how much in love we used to be

Oh, how can I forget you?

When there is always something there

to remind me

Always something there to remind me

I was born to love you

And I will never be free

You’ll always be a part of me

Never trust a guy in tech. - Authentic criminological artefacts. If it did something bad, chances ar…

Never trust a guy in tech. - Authentic criminological artefacts. If it did something bad, chances are it’s in here.

My domain was med tech. neuro tech was my background.

“This is Dawson’s symphatic diagnoser” - a university hospital: San Juniper - It was the perfect mix…

“This is Dawson’s symphatic diagnoser” - a university hospital: San Juniper - It was the perfect mix of business and healthcare. - Idea was, folks with no coverage signed up for free healthcare in exchange for consenting to occasional experimental treatments. - If I’d known she was on tricyclics I would’ve nudged the dose. You couldn’t have known. - Pioneering brain enhancements. Neural interfaces. - Turns out, we haven’t discovered how to share knowledge… But physical sensations. All of the experience, none of the physical cost.

What’s the biggest pain in the arse with patients?…

What’s the biggest pain in the arse with patients?

Finding out what’s wrong with them in the first place.

Half of the arseholes that roll in here can’t even describe their symptoms.

They’re… They’re either out cold or concussed or drunk or dumb or 2 years old

or they can’t speak English. Imagine if you could feel

exactly what a patient feels minus the physical consequences?

Like reading their minds.

Dawson gets to work with the ailing public Starts building up a kind of library of physical symptoms…

Dawson gets to work with the ailing public Starts building up a kind of library of physical symptoms. Plan was, he’d get to know how things felt so that he could diagnose them quicker. So, start small in the ER,

minor fractures, that sort of thing. Soon graduates to bigger stuff.Major injuries. Diseases.Late-stage terminal stuff.Dawson grit his teethand went through it all.Say a kid comes in obviously in pain.Doctors suspect appendicitis,they’d hook him up to Dawson just to be sureDawson had felt appendicitismany times by nowso he knows if it’s something more.Caught thingsthey weren’t even looking for.Blastomas and so on.

Dawson’s symphatic diagnoser came in handy in the bedroom. His implant received pleasurable sensatio…

Dawson’s symphatic diagnoser came in handy in the bedroom. His implant received pleasurable sensations, too. Son of a bitch was experiencingmale and female orgasms at the same time. - It’s a pain he’s never known. Turns out the senator had been poisoned.

A rare poison at that, some kind of Russian shit.He’d been into that whole thing.But Dawson had experienced deathand come out the other side. At the moment of deatha whole galaxy of synapsesfritzes out of existence.Tsunami of endorphins.And then there’s this rolling dark waveof nothing rushes in behind. To go through all that without dying?

Fucked up his implant like that. Fair to say his relationship with pain

had shifted a little. Now he was into it. He really threw himselfinto his work after that.He tried to hide it at firstbut thanks to that little nubbin the more pain he felt, the more pleasure he got. Plays for time. Figures he can ride that pain train

all the way through to Nirvana. Eventually, they have to physically pull Dawson away from her.

we can’t have you near patients so just go home, put your feet up and binge a mini-series, whatever…

we can’t have you near patients so just go home, put your feet up and binge a mini-series, whatever. He didn’t have patients

to leech pain off any more. So he started inflicting it… on himself. When he worked on himself, there was a crucial ingredient missing. Fear. You can inflict pain on yourself

but not terror. He’d enjoyed one big old speed ball of fear and pain and death.

It’s how they wound up

with a digital consciousness transference.

What they call “cookies” today.

Uh, like when they upload old people

to the Cloud?

You ever had one of those relationships where you just can’t get someone…

You ever had one of those relationships where you just can’t get someone

out of your head? So the guys at TCKR have been working on digitally extracting a consciousness out of one brain and kind of rehousing it in a host brain. OK, so, even on a good day we only use 40% of our brain capacity. There’s this whole other 60% of our noggin hanging around like an empty Airbnb. - how long can happiness realistically last anyhow? No privacy for him. No agency for her. - Maybe if you had the ability to place Carrie on pause… Jack put Carrie on pause,

except for the weekends. Jack got it on with the neighbour. And Carrie didn’t take it so good. We tried limiting her to an hour. But you can tell that she’s in there, like that, judging and bitching.

Anyhow, in the end Parker got tired of his new toy. That’s kids. They’re ingrates.

A couple of years back

the UN made it illegal

to transfer human consciousnesses

into limited formats like this.

Got to be able to express

at least five emotions

for it to be humane, apparently.

Human rights for cookies. Right, Carrie?

Thirty-eight-year-old Clayton Lee was today found guilty of the horrific murder of WNL weather repor…

Thirty-eight-year-old Clayton Lee was today found guilty of the horrific murder of WNL weather reporter Denise Stockley whose mutilated remains were discovered one year ago… - After TCKR kicked me out my plan was to branch outinto celebrity consciousnessSign up famous peopleand reincarnate themas holograms after they die.Kind of like a livingMadame Tussaud’s. But celebrities, that’s just a quagmire.Too many rights issues,arsehole representatives. But convicted killers? - So, really, it’s just signing over the rights to your digital self in case the worst happens and I promise your relatives will receive the lion’s share of any profits. - He’d be the first guy on death row

to survive his own execution.

See, I knew just seeing the guy walking around captive, that was good but that wasn’t much of a draw…

See, I knew just seeing the guy walking around captive, that was good but that wasn’t much of a draw. But pulling the lever yourself? Now, that’s an attraction. - Every time you finished juicing him out pops a conscious sentient snapshot of Clayton. Not a recording a true copy of his mind perpetually experiencing that beautiful pain. Stuck forever in that one perfect moment of agony. Always on, always suffering.

Not dead, but hardly alive either. Even the perverts didn’t want to pull a… a lever on a vegetable. …

Not dead, but hardly alive either. Even the perverts didn’t want to pull a… a lever on a vegetable. Where’s the joy in that? - Turns out that it is possible to transfer a fresh consciousness inside a virtual one. My daddy’s giving you a ride. - I took off the 10-second limit so Daddy will get a full hit of juice. Should be enough to set him free. You, however… buried away inside there, Mr Haynes, you’ll feel it all. - All the pain. - How’d I do, Mum?

All good?

Just great, honey.

I’m proud of you.