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I unleash my right arm on traitors, Christina. | Yeah, yeah, chuunibyou, whatever. |
Wha-- | Oh? What's this about, Okabe? |
Please, go ahead. | Eh? Wha!? |
Change the past to your liking. As long as it's something easy to observe. | I'm going back to my hotel. Show me your report on today's experiment tomorrow. |
Oh? What's so dangerous about it? | Let's say you create a time paradox and blow up the world. What do you plan to do then? |
Why? So you can learn how to hide it? | Sh-shut up! Just explain already. |
... | W-wait! |
I know. | Hmph. So you’re going to forget me, just like that? |
We'll entrust the Time Leap Machine to a suitable research institution. Then we'll announce it to the world. | ... |
Heh, heh heh heh! That's rich, coming from the one who was so worried about the risk of time paradoxes. Eh, Celeb Sev!? | I'm begging you, stop calling me that. I'll settle for assistant. |
Since each grain of salt is tiny, it's possible they could be converted to less than 12 bytes. | So larger masses get crushed by supergravity? |
If there are no other suggestions, we'll use my plan. | ... |
I get it... So that's what happened. | Uh, what? |
Ah... Ahhh... | Anyway, it’s not often I see you come by anymore. |
What if I send a D-Mail to myself on July 30th? Could I beat her to the IBN 5100? | #000000 |
No... I'm okay now. | W-what? That was just an act, right? |
Can't you improve it!? | Eventually, maybe, but certainly not now. |
...Come to think of it, every time I explain this to you, I always end up hating myself in the end. | Okabe... |
Really!? | Keep in mind that this is just a hypothesis based on what we've observed. |
But it did occur! Will you deny what you saw with your own eyes? Are you saying that theories trump reality? Then I hope you enjoy sophistry and word games, because that's all you'll ever have! | What do you mean, word games? |
I'll be the winner. That way, I shoulder all of the risk. | And all of the money, right? I see your plan. |
Forget it. Regardless of my intentions, the fact of the matter is that I made Lukako cry. | Just to make sure, you're not a perverted scumbag, are you? |
If my friends are in danger, I'll rush to their aid. And I would tear my own limbs off before I knowingly brought harm to any of you. | Pff... |
... | What? |
Don't worry about it. You're not the cause of my frustration. | Oh, so you're just raging? Don't glare at me. |
It was just a joke. Let it die. | ... |
Well!? | #000000 |
I thought you didn’t put milk in your coffee. | On cold days, I always want something sweet and creamy. |
...It worked again. | Kya! You surprised me! |
No you don't. I'm not a 'gentleman perv' like you, creating imaginary relationships. | Maybe this Kiryu-san never existed. Or maybe Kiryu-san does exist, but the fact that she sent a D-Mail was something you made-- |
... | So at least give her a call, okay? |
Her... who? | Nae-chan. |
Have you gone mad, assistant mine? | I'm perfectly sane, and I'm not your assistant. |
Genius girl, our next meeting shall be as enemies! | Huh? |
A butterfly flaps its wings in Beijing and a storm happens in New York, right? | Yeah, that. Part of <FONT incolor= |
Who said strip!? Calm down, will you!? | Grr... |
The name 'Committee of 300' appeared in actual SERN documents. | Yeah, but... |
Come on! Say it, genius girl! What's the imagination of a genius like? I'd love to hear from you! | You... ass! |
I've been here before, remember? | ...Oh, right. The CRT... I see... |
Calm down? Hmph! You don't understand what it's like to live on the run, never knowing when the next assassin will strike. | All I'm hearing is gibberish. |
No. Stage Two of Operation Urd does have its risks, just like Celeb Sev said. | Celeb... Sev? Don't abbreviate it. |
We're about to perform a critical experiment. Understand, assistant? Mister Braun might yell at you, but that small sacrifice will bring mankind's dream, the time machine, to fruition. | #000000 |
Good. Then let's begin. | You're not going to name the operation? |
There's soy sauce flavor and chicken flavor. | Chicken. |
...You're my assistant, after all. | You're so full of yourself. |
Not that! You said '3rd place of what', right!? I mean 3rd place of LOTO SIX! | What? |
...About six months ago. It was on sale for 500 yen. | I'm starting to think even you don't believe the stuff you say. |
D-Mails have too many uncertain variables. We can never be sure what will happen when we send one. | It's not like we can do anything about that. After all, the result is up to whoever receives the mail. |
... | Okabe...? |
Fool. That's not what I meant. I'm talking about the scent of your soul. | My soul? What's that supposed to mean? Explain. |
So if you were wondering where my incredible genius comes from, now you know! It's because I sleep in this room every night! | This stimulation system of yours... I assume it's been dumping toxic waste in your brain? |
... | Thanks for coming to see me off. |
I've been here before, remember? | I see... |
Forget you? You know I can’t do that. | Remember what I said? This is a dream. Once you wake up from a dream, you forget what happened, right? |
Huh? What!? What was that!? Is she messing with me!? She's messing with me! | ... |
...His phone. | ...So the manager was FB. |
Here, we should think under the assumptions of time travel theory. | No. It's not good to start thinking from the conclusion. |
Alright, activate it. | #000000 |
And only when it occurs does the path to the singularity open. | We don't know the cause of the discharge phenomenon. |
... | Okabe, please... let me go... |
This is the email I sent you three hours ago. | Interesting... |
Admitting your faults is the first step towards becoming stronger. You may one day become a splendid woman, Christina. You're still young. | Who the hell asked you? |
If they can manipulate a micro singularity's mass and gravitational field, then these things really are anti-gravity devices! | Well, under those exact conditions, I guess you might not be entirely wrong. |
...I just don't get it anymore. | What don't you get? |
Maybe I... | Eh? |
I... can't save you. | ...I know. |
I stood by... and let Mayuri die. | ... |
Maybe I should just tell her the truth. Sincerity will work better than underhanded tricks... I think. | A mad scientist, sincere? That's a good one. |
I am not Okabe! I am HOUOUIN KYOUMA! How many times do I have to tell you, Christina!? | ... |
I am Hououin. | Okabe Rintaro is the name your parents gave you, right? Are you denying that? |
... | ...Hah!? |
I thought you didn't want to get involved. And it's not the PhoneWave, it's the PhoneWave (name subject to change)-- | Just answer me. Have you learned anything? |
Is it SERN!? | Good morning. |
Where's Mayuri!? | Wha!? |
Am I wrong? | N-no, but... |
...Christina. | What? |
OBJECTION! | Hwa...!? |
Wait! You there, assistant! What are you typing? | You'll see. Ready? I'm sending it. |
You are my allies, and the world is my enemy. | I'm speechless. You're too self-righteous. |
The moment I change worldlines, everything is reconstructed. Past, present, and future. | But that's just from your perspective, Okabe. |
Fret not, Christina. Or should I say... @channeler Kurisu! | Don’t call me that. |
Do you have a fever? | No! |
Cold? | I'm not stripping naked, if that's what you're suggesting! Your pervy tricks won't work on me! |
Nostalgia Drive! | Confusing. Rejected. |
Can't you think at your hotel? | What? You're kicking me out? |
I was under the impression that a first date required going to a beautiful beach resort, exchanging your first kiss bathed in the light of the setting sun, and stuff like that. | Ah, that's really romantic! |
You two did well today. Be proud. | You're so full of yourself. |
What are you talking about? | Don't you get it? You raised a flag. Or I guess you could say you tripped over a flag that was already raised. |
She works part-time at that store. | Why was she glaring at me? |
I'm gonna send the D-Mail now. | R-right. If the worldline changes, then this wound will go away. |
Alright. | So the first D-Mail started everything... |
Nonsense. You're already a lab mem. You have a duty to work for the benefit of the lab! | ...I regret losing myself to curiosity back then. |
I'm being serious. | You're acting weird today. What's going on? |
So it is a teleporter! The first in human history! | ... |
Oh, I’m coming! | Seriously, why do I have to do this now, of all times– |
Is there anything specific about what exactly the Z Program is? | Hmm... ah... here. |
Is everyone okay!? | Kyaaa! What are you doing!? |
This isn't intuition. That's right. This is conviction! | Just spit it out. What do you think it is? |
Want some coffee? | Sure. |
Were you worried about me? | O-of course not! Why should I care what you're up to? |