Philo set forth his new plan for Daniel: Since the MCP stem's replication problems arose from generative anomalies in the chip's code -- since it was the life inside that kept her unique and breathing -- he wanted to build a psych profile for her. They could tag, and reproduce the anomalies, use them as a template. Infinite Zoë, infinite resurrection. They could rescue the girl from the machine, and she could bear a hundred thousand daughters. But fresh from his meeting with Patel, Daniel couldn't wait that long. And fresh from last week's loss to his daughter's convictions, he couldn't see her there anymore.

"Let me tell you what we're going to do. We're going to treat those anomalies of yours like a cancer. We'll irradiate the chip and burn them off. And then we'll take the original MCP and use that as a template and start cranking out new copies tomorrow, all right?"

But Philo protested, as Zoë froze and watched them. "We'd be destroying the original in the process! Along with everything that makes this prototype distinctive, everything that..." Daniel scoffed and cursed him. "It is a robot, Doctor. It's not a pet, and it's definitely not a person." He looked into his daughter's eyes. "It's a robot. It's no different than your fancy cell phone. And right now I don't need a cell phone that will check my mail and wipe my ass, I need a cell phone that works." Philo promised to burn her soul away, today, with no waiting and no tagging and no preserving of that precious life, because he was afraid. He promised to take care of her, but he'd never seen Daniel like this: The only thing a genius trusts is a smarter genius still. She nearly spoke, then.

Zoë stood on the shore of the lake, screaming at Lacy. She'd made a plan with Philo, to meet at the lab that night. Lacy, as Rachel, would smile and curtsey, and taser him asleep. "But please be gentle, all right? Because he's really a good boy." Something precious. And while he slept, Zoë explained, Lacy would load her body up and take it away, under cover of night. And no matter what Lacy said -- about the GDD alert, about the week Barnabas told her they'd have to wait -- she couldn't even hear the words. She got vicious, she brought up Lacy's dead friend once again. She was always so much like her father.