- Title Card: I give the fight up, let there be an end. A privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God. -Robert Browning, Paracelsus, 1835
- Josef Kenik: We rely on transparency. We can't control what we can't see. We require persistent identity.
- The Girl: [explaining her algorithm] Breaks my life up into fractions of seconds and randomly stores them in the records of everyone else. But if you try to find that split second of me, it would go by without you knowing. You have to have the algorithm to put my entire life back together.
- Josef Kenik: I don't care the victims no longer exist. I care that she doesn't. In my mind, she's murdered herself.
- Sal Frieland: Oh, I see. Taking a life, that's not important. Her not having one, that is?
- Josef Kenik: Yes. Now you understand.
- The Girl: I was never happy in the big room.
- Sal Frieland: The "big room"?
- The Girl: Outside world, flesh space, part of the planet that's not not cyberspace.
- The Girl: If you're asking me if everything is fucked up, yeah, everything is fucked up.
- Sal Frieland: They say it's for our safety.
- The Girl: Then why don't I feel safe?