There's someone we haven't accounted for. Dolores.
-So she escaped one world to wage war on another. So what do you want from me, then?
You're a good man, Caleb. But the less you know about me, the better.
If your plan called for us to run all the way, I'd have worn sensible shoes.
A machine they call Rehoboam. The founders of this machine fed it everyone's raw data, long before there were privacy laws. Every purchase, job search, doctor visit, romantic choice, call, text, every aspect of your lives recorded, logged, in order to create a mirror world... of this world.
To make a composite. Of you. Of everyone.
-So it tells them who I am?
It's not about who you are, Caleb. It's about who they'll let you become.