Amanda's smoking and watching the Bucs lose when Daniel comes home, and she does this hilarious Seinfeldian WTF face at him, gesturing at the screen. They immediately start bitching about sports, and he turns the TV off. She wants to connect, have some dinner, but he's too busy worrying about Vergis and wants to hit the lab. She gives him leave to go, but he notices the near-empty ambrosia bottle and asks what that's all about. She gets beyond sketchy, but explains that "we" think there are only eleven bottles left in all the Colonies. She hands him a glass, and he apologizes for working so hard lately. She plays it cool and they share grunts about how good the ambrosia is.
At the door -- "Serge! Sustenance!" -- he remembers to ask where the bottle came from. (Pow!) A friend, she says, playing it cagey, and when he cutely asks if he should be jealous, she says maybe. She tries to be flirty, just like him, but she's off her game, and by the end of their gaze he's gone flinty and so has she. "Let me know, dear," he says nastily, and she wonders about it for a sec before running to her purse for more crazy pills and an instant call to Clarice. If this is getting to him, then it's worth doing more of. And that's all she's thinking about. Nothing else. Nothing!
More makeouts in the beautiful virtual sun, but Zoë breaks the clench to babble some more about her secret robot self. Philo's still caught up in the romance, nodding and staring at her lips with undisguised horniness, but he lets her go as she explains the U-87 to him in graphic detail. "If you were to program a robot using a generative model, like something in nature, it could benefit from modulatory input, like living in the real world." Philo gets there: "And those inputs would be different every time. I mean, each robot would be unique, and uncopyable," he says, already thinking about work again. But that's not the point, she explains cutely/firmly: "My point is that a robot could benefit from being in the real world. You know, let it out, explore, get it out of the lab..." Her acting is so, so good: Innocent and sneaky and excited, all at once. If only you'd done this before the kissing, maybe you could have gotten out immediately, but no: He's back to programming. "No no no... Uncopyable. Because it's analog. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" He traces her lips, and kisses her a thousand times.