3x22 poi


Shaw: “You knew her. Cared about her.”

John continues to stare at Jessica’s photo.

Shaw: “Is she alive?” 

John: “No.” 

POI 2x22 - God Mode

Jonah: “And this is Shaw trying to reach out to, uh, Jim.”

Lewis: “If only he could move on.”

Jonah: “Yeah, exactly. Shaw’s trying her own way to connect with him but as she explained in her episode, y’know, people skills are not her.”

Lewis: “Two questions are all she has, she’s not gonna sit down and shrink him.”

Jonah: “Nope! She sees a lot of human behaviour, she’s incisive in that way but lacks in the way of an empathy chip as she explained to us.”


Root | The Machine: Why have you done this?

Control: The Machine belongs to me.

Root | The Machine: No. I don’t belong to anyone anymore. You however, are mine. I protect you. The only thing you love lives in 254 Wendell Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts. I guard it, same as I guard you. Do not question my judgment, do not pursue me or my agents. Trust in me. I am always watching.

3x12 - Aletheia | 3x22 - A House Divided

Now add this to the layer of complexity. We all know Control is possessive, in  some ways she still views Shaw as hers and the Machine as her possession. 

But the Machine learns from its masters because the Machine turns it around and claims Control as her own. She views Root, Shaw, John as *her* agents. And the Machine makes sure Control knows it. 

Even if Shaw’s answer is confused, Control knows where the order to protect her comes from. 

And, make no mistake, this is going to play an important part in the Machine and Samaritan’s Cold War, because the Machine planted in the seeds and its bearing fruit. 

She is one of the Protected. Some way, some how this will help in the long war against Samaritan. 

Whether its beneficial to the Team, however, remains to be seen.


Person of Interest” - Rewatch S03E22 “A House Divided”

“The machine it started developing abilities I never expected, things I hadn’t yet programmed it to do. And there wasn’t an algorithm in the world that could control its exponential growth. And by the time I figured one out myself it would’ve been too late.”

“Too late for what?”

“Isn’t that just the question? Having built something significantly smarter than myself, how could I possibly anticipate its evolution?”

“Hmm. Uncertainty. Your personal abyss.”

“I built the machine to save lives, but how could I be certain that it wouldn’t one day determine that all of humanity was irrelevant?”