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... | Anyway, these images are stuck in my head, like memories. |
I will save Mayuri! | But what if it fails!? |
...What? | It doesn't mean anything, okay!? |
How was that facetious? You called me by my correct name. You made no mistake. You'll make a good assistant. | Okabe-san... have you sought professional help? |
There aren't many people I can trust... | I, um... think of you as a friend too. |
I'll go anywhere you want -- anywhere in Japan. I'd go anywhere in the world, but I don't have a passport or money. | Okabe... |
Let me go! Let me go! | You can't! They'll kill you! |
As long as you understand. Now for the issue at hand. Daru, give Christina-- | No '-tina' either. |
Z obviously stands for jelly (zeriiâ‘°)! | Jelly starts with J. J-E-L-L-Y. |
Why would I make up something like that? | I don't know, but I don't want to rely on something that may not even exist. |
Anyway, Daru. I'll leave it to you. | Can you show me the PhoneWave? |
From now on, call me Hououin. That or Kyouma. | No. |
It's revenge for ruining my farewell scene, Christina! You shall regret your thoughtless actions! | Okay, okay, fine. What is it? |
What? What’s going on?! | ... |
Stop making her say stuff like that! | The hole is tight... huh. That might not be entirely wrong. |
I see. Nice rebuttal. | ...You're never getting off your high horse, are you? |
I know how you feel, but you're the only one I can ask. | Where did all this trust come from? |
Those are Mayuri's. | Oh, so I don't need your permission, then. I'll go buy new bananas tomorrow. |
How... Didn’t I destroy it? | Yes. You did. |
Guh! | What were you trying to tell me earlier? |
He's open to discussion as long as you're not trying to troll him, and his mail address is public. This is the second time we've exchanged mails. | No wonder you keep referencing Titor's posts. You believe him, don't you? |
Salt didn't gelify. | You mean nothing changed. |
I want you guys to get ready for a party. | And what are you going to do? |
I think you do. It's written all over your face. | Mmmgh... |
Help me... | Tell me what happened. |
I'm time leaping. Back to the lab. | Our enemy? But... |
I am Hououin Kyouma! The insane mad scientist who rules space and time! What I desire is -- that's right -- CHAOS! | <FONT incolor= |
But you were so enthusiastic when we began the experiments. You went along without a single complaint. | In your dreams, maybe. |
...eh? | It's you! |
I'm not done talking! | You trying to pick a fight? |
That my Reading Steiner is genuine! | Fine, I get it. You're a chuunibyou patient. |
She and I are... | Could you come with me for a moment? |
You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Just tell me when you're ready. I'll hear you out. | ...Okay. |
The honor is mine. | ...His name isn't Hououin. It's Okabe. |
What are you... | Tell me, Okabe. |
Not really. | Oh... okay. |
How can you be so calm!? | That's how I am. Sorry. Now calm down. |
Continue, Christina. | While the data is being compressed, we use the PhoneWave to generate a Kerr ring singularity. When the electron discharge phenomenon occurs, we take the 36-byte data, patch it in... |
Have you? | Yup. Yesterday, and the day before. I’ve been here a long time. |
... | ...Who were you talking to? |
Does that suitcase mean what I think it does? | Hm? Oh. Yeah, it does. |
Aomori!? | That's where he lives now. |
Where are you now? | #000000 |
MUHAHAHAHA! It's working! It's working, you guys! | ...Did it arrive? |
Then we have no choice. We need to find Titor and borrow his variable gravity system. | Great idea. Go for it. |
You said 'again' just now. We've talked like this before, just the two of us? | Losing your memory now? Does our little mad scientist have an <FONT incolor= |
What a pain! | #000000 |
I want you to come with me to Yanabayashi Shrine. | Tell me why. If it's a date or something, then I refuse. |
We've already had several successful experiments. You can't deny that. | I'm not especially concerned whether this thing is a time machine or not. |
No. They haven't even met. We don't know where FB is. | #000000 |
Oh, right. Thanks to a certain assistant, I didn't get a chance to present the operation's codename yesterday. Heed me! These D-Mail experiments are all part of Operation Ur-- | The experiments have been fruitful. |
How did you know I was here? | You said you wanted to be alone. I ran the numbers and concluded that I had the greatest probability of finding you here. |
Assistant! I didn't raise you this way. | You didn't raise me at all. |
It's July 31st. I'm sure of it. | #000000 |
Furthermore, genius girl, you just contradicted relativity. | It was just a joke. Don't take it seriously. |
Kiryu Moeka's apartment. | #000000 |
... | ... |
Why are you mad? Also, your face is red. | Is not! |
No, nothing. | Okay... |
...Everything is the choice of Steins Gate! This is the power of my magic eye, Reading Steiner! Muhahaha! | Aaaand he's at it again. |
No, you were definitely crying. | Don't be ridiculous! Where's your proof!? |
He actually looked pretty much the same. He was always androgynous, so much you couldn't help but think he was secreting excess female hormones or something. | He looked like she does now? |
Oh? You're a fan of the Doc, I see. | I've lived seven years at its birthplace, after all. |
These are Nixie tubes, right? Whoever made this has taste. I'd happily dub it Future Gadget No. 9. | How exactly does it work? It shouldn't be possible to measure changes like that. |
That's not what I meant. I meant Dr P drinking buddies. | Is that all you drink? |
...I’m sorry. | Don’t apologize, dummy. It was your choice, right? So have confidence in it. |
I said all members assemble, didn't I!? | Haah, haah... why do I... have to... |
Who else!? | When did I become your assistant!? |
Then IBN 5100. It's a retro PC from 1975. I'm looking for one. | Yeah? What are you going to do with it? |
Kurisu. You're good at remembering dates, aren't you? | Huh? Well, sure... |
...pfft! | Hey! What's with that 'this is awful, rofl rofl' laughter!? |
Moeka's D-Mail wasn't about a model exchange. | #000000 |
Do we look like a couple? | Huh!? Uh... well... umm... |
Which data set survives? | ...Logically, the present should change as soon as you send your memories to the past. |
What are you doing!? You've ruined my perfectly-staged exit scene! And you call yourself my assistant!? | No, I don't call myself your assistant! And besides, I still have something to ask you! |
15 minutes early... | Then you just need to decide where to take her. Movies, art galleries, strolling through town, and food are all safe. |
You live in a hotel off of your parents' money. You could never understand the plight of poor students like us. | ... |
...Ah. | Exactly. An hour ago. August 13th, 2010. 2:00 PM, or thereabouts. |
Christina. Stop eying Lukako's entire body from top to bottom like that. | I-I wasn't doing that! |
I'm close to discovering our true enemy. | Our enemy? But... |
That won't happen. | Then why don't you come to my hotel, Mayuri-san? |
You at the lab? | #000000 |
Because the path through the ring singularity is open. We've been over this already. | We don't know if there's actually a black hole at work here. It could be an entirely different phenomenon that just happens to resemble SERN's experiments. |
The manager of that junk shop you work at. | It's not a junk shop. It's a CRT specialty shop. |
Ah... | Could you come with me for a moment? |
By the way, what does this word mean? | Why don't you look it up? |
Hahh... | I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. |
Oh...? | ...Out of time? |
Just a little tear in my coat. | Is clumsiness one of your character traits? |
...Do I have to tell you? | You've never hesitated to ask me for help before. |
No, she's my assistant. | ... |
I've been busy. | Busy. Right. |
Huh... | So this meter lets other people check worldline divergence? |
You want to be introduced? Properly? | It's unnatural notâ‘° to be introduced in this situation! |
Not entirely. But there are several points in his story I do agree with. | Really? I can't see it as anything but fiction. |
And that's why we must investigate the phenomenon of sending emails to the past. You shall assist me! | No. |
Meaning? | Leap to an even earlier time. |
Y-yeah? | I wasn't crying or anything, okay!? |
Looks like my assistant has zero naming sense. | I don't want to hear that from a chuunibyou headcase like you. |
You've glared at me before, haven't you? | That's because you keep doing pervy-- |