Major. Hey, Major!
What was that? Virtual reality?
I'm on vacation. Don't be so casual
about entering my cyber lobby.
My condolences. There's been a
t*rror1st bombing in Nishinouchi.
The vies were an executive at a
foreign-owned water company,
a Trade Ministry official, and
a domestic weapons manufacturer.
The top-priority entry in the
terrorism prediction list
you gave Public Security
was right on target.
I assume they were in a secret
meeting to agree on water prices.
Everything's in smithereens, including
some Foreign Affairs guards.
There was also an expl*si*n at
the Yamanote Dam, by the way.
The dam?
Dunno if it's related.
But it essentially belongs to a
foreign-owned water company,
and there's a retired
Trade official on staff.
The bureaucrats' turf wars are
intense in that industry.
So, who asked for us?
Section 9, as usual.
They failed to put your list to good
use, but they did track the preps.
They say they can't secure
'em, though. Too outgunned.
Call everyone in. I'm coming too.
Work calls?
I'm sorry.
That's a record-length vacation for you.
Are you consulting for the police today?
Or the Cyberbrain Development Bureau?
I'll make it up to you.
Don't forget what we talked about.
Are you serious?
Of course.
You should get going. All your
customers are impatient types, right?
Yes.
Wow, you've been with that guy for
Don't be so casual about using
that Ghost infiltration key.
Your precinct ID'd him as
Detective Naoharu Mizuki.
Is that right?
Yeah. He's my senior.
Is this all he had on him?
His holster was empty.
His piece must've been
washed away or stolen.
It's hard to believe the g*n under
his jacket would get washed away.
And it'd be odd for someone to steal
his g*n but leave his wallet.
A prosthetic specialist...
He sure doesn't look cyborg.
Lieutenant, your guys rounded up all the
unclaimed property in the area, right?
Let's look for something
else that ties back to him.
You want me to be your errand boy?
If the darn incident was
really an accident, yes.
Lieutenant! I found something odd.
What are these?
They look like prosthetic, but...
Mermaid's Legs...
Report.
Lots of injured cops.
They're on their way to Ward 4.
They see right through
the police strategy.
They secured an escape
route ahead of time.
This group is highly trained.
They have a commander somewhere
out there. Ishikawa!
I picked up their line!
The 7th one.
This is their leader.
This is a cutting-edge ghost lock.
Don't waste time resisting.
I'll make him order his
friends to surrender.
Ishikawa, run a forced
recognition program.
Roger.
Abort the operation. Throw
down your g*ns and surrender.
Repeat." Abort the
operation and surrender.
Huh?
Aw, no sh**t?
I captured one!
Hey, you're pretty useful!
We got the last one.
Good. Hand them all over
to Public Security.
A virus alert?
It's the man you captured!
This pain...
The ghost lock released?
Major?
sh*t. Saito!
Don't k*ll him!
No more of that!
Damn, it feels gross having someone
infiltrate my Ghost-even the Major.
Truer words...
Your fault for aiming for the head.
Don't hand them over yet. We'll take
them to a lockup with cyber facilities.
You telling me to play
interrogation partner?
I'm not interested
in fake memories.
Memories?
I'm interested in their
contaminated Ghosts.
Sorry I had to call you down here.
It's my civic duty.
I understand you're in charge
of the dam. Let's see...
Dr. Zhinzhee Bekka Arr Thied.
Please, call me Thied.
You've got quite the
tough-looking secretary.
He's very reliable.
The conflicts continue in the Republic
of Kuzan, where you're from.
I hear the Qhardi ethnic minority in particular
is still waging a w*r of independence.
It's a heartbreaking w*r.
You're Qhardi, correct?
Yes. Like the majority of my comrades,
I wish for a peaceful solution.
So, the expl*si*n at the darn...
I'm told it was a
valve malfunction.
Your company sells water, right?
For what type of use?
It's for precision machinery businesses.
That industry relies on 100% pure water.
Precision machinery... Prosthetic
manufacturing, for example?
Yes.
Chief...
You idiot!
The Trade Ministry got them
invited to set up a plant here!
You want to make an enemy
of the local precinct, too?
But...
Stop, that's evidence!
I'm very grateful to you for finding
the goods stolen from our warehouse.
Please, take them with you.
Chief!
Back off!
A detective d*ed, sir.
You think I don't know that?
You go to Nishinouchi
and get me information.
Nishinouchi? What's there?
A bombing, apparently
by Qhardi t*rrorists.
Now listen: You consult your superiors
before any moves on this case.
Terrorism?
If the expl*si*n was intentional,
and he wasn't a victim...
What?
Yes, sir! I'm on it!
Don't make any trouble!
They're a Qhardi weapons smuggling g*ng.
I met them on an undercover op.
Their goal is to send weapons
to their comrades back home.
They've got no reason
to att*ck this country.
Their statements
were crystal clear:
They're against the pricing agreement,
so they bombed the meeting site.
Are you telling me those
are planted memories?
I'm betting they're all infected.
And that the virus interfered
with my ghost lock.
Well done. You subdued
them brilliantly.
We could do it even more easily if you
adjusted your comm standards to ours.
I read your report.
A false memory virus that
can infiltrate, hack,
and brainwash simultaneously?
It's a self-destructing
Stuxnet-type.
Other than the symptoms at its
onset, it leaves no trace.
Electronic manipulation of
memory is incredibly difficult.
No one in the world has
been confirmed successful.
And yet past incidents tell us a
maker and a broker clearly exist.
Yes. Somewhere out there is the
super-wizard-class programmer
known as "Fire-Starter" who created
this high-level cyber-virus.
But until now, no organization in the
world had uncovered his identity.
Did you?
A clue, anyway.
What's this?
All the t*rrorists
had the same tattoo.
It's a symbol used by Scylla, the hero
who once led the Qhardi Separatist Army.
I've heard of him. Word is he's
a master of cyber warfare.
Is he Fire-Starter?
No way. He d*ed during the w*r.
You're going to find out
whether that's true.
I'll authorize limited access
to Section 9's database.
Read the details there.
That's all?
You're complaining?
I gave you all the Logicomas I have, plus
our weapons and permission to use them.
Any lists I make are meaningless
if the organization can't act.
And?
I want special authority
and an approved budget.
And make your flimsy comm lines backward
compatible with ours while you're at it.
Enough! Your team isn't regulation size,
and I'm graciously turning a blind eye!
This unit is standardized
to the perfect specs.
We don't need more people.
Then the whole unit will go
down the second you get hacked.
Just like those t*rrorists did.
Your "perfect specs"
don't merit my trust.
If you want authority and a budget,
get at least one more member
and accept cooperation from
someone with different specs.
If they won't give us money, we're stuck
in this garbage dump for a while.
I'm just glad we've
got a lab to use.
Yeah, high prosthetic performance
takes superior maintenance...
We'll have to pay for upgrades out
of pocket. Costs a lot, though.
Training ground instructors
make pretty good money.
Top-quality maintenance facilities,
authority-we'll get it all.
Stop wasting time bitching
and solve our case!
His nationality's unknown.
He uses multiple bodies
to conceal his identity,
earning the name
Skulla, aka Scylla.
That's the name of a monster
from Greek mythology.
A pro at warfare who led a
separatist army, and whiz hacker...
Huh, his specialty is tunnel ops.
"Tunnel ops"?
That's when you b*mb
someplace's lifelines
and then infiltrate them electronically
during their restoration.
Ultimately you wage a destructive
cyber-att*ck from inside their defenses.
The forces who tried to prevent
independence took a major hit instead.
But Kuzan joined forces
with advanced nations
to manipulate the Qhardis in
order to contain its neighbors.
It was a throwaway w*r of independence,
and this country was especially involved.
No one recognized the Qhardis'
independence after the w*r,
and the guerillas were
disbanded and slaughtered.
But their dead leader
was actually alive,
and he developed a special virus ahead of
all the world's research institutions,
then changed his name to Fire-Starter
and began his revenge...
I follow the logic, but
is it really possible?
In a conflict zone, you can do all
the human experimentation you want.
It's no wonder, really.
Scylla is dead.
A successor of his, then?
Either way, the broker isn't peddling
it without knowing what it does.
So he wanted to use those guerillas to
repeat his old tunnel operation here?
It bothers me that no one
was carrying a detonator.
Borma, check out the crime scene.
Roger.
Paz, you and Saito pay the g*ng a visit.
I want to know who trained them.
Batou and Ishikawa, you look into
the possibility of a tunnel op.
Do you plan to dive into
the guerillas' cyberbrains
looking for the virus?
I'll get a tune-up
on my body first.
A tune-Up?
It's her boyfriend. He's an
ex-m*llitary prosthetics tech.
No, isn't he a Navy sailor?
That was the last one.
They fought on a date,
and she kicked his ass hard enough
to put him in the hospital.
What about that rich one
from the Cyberbrain Bureau?
He didn't last 2 weeks.
So this is the 6th in 6 months?
She's got a sickness.
No, it's instinct. I never sleep
with the same woman twice either.
Because you always end up a
hostage or a target for revenge?
No, because it's my policy.
At least do background checks on them!
What if one of them's a trap?
It's better than hearing,
"I want a family".
Yeah, after all, you
could die at any time.
This is no job for a family man.
So the late detective's
g*n wasn't found?
If Detective Mizuki
had fired his w*apon,
it would prove this was a
crime, and not an accident.
You think someone wanted it
to look like an accident?
The cause of death was drowning, but
he lost a lot of blood antemortem,
and some of his bones are missing.
So the body's too damaged to
tell, but he may have been sh*t.
Detective Mizuki was
investigating weapons smuggling.
His most recent meeting was
with a Qhardi organization.
I suspect he was k*lled
because he found proof.
You feel the dam expl*si*n was
intentional, set up to bury evidence?
You've got a great imagination.
You're turning me down, sir?
No, I like it. I'll allow
you to investigate.
Try to find a connection
between the incidents.
All alone?
You're complaining?
I appreciate it, sir!
Humans can never perfectly
reproduce movements.
A slight slope, our distance from our target,
a few milligrams' weight difference...
The brain calculates all these things
to create yet-unknown movements.
You have the most
original brain I know of,
and you understand the
beauty of uniform standards.
You're exaggerating.
There's nothing wrong with you.
It still hurts?
Try moving your right leg.
Lovely.
What's "lovely"?
Your leg.
The pain is gone now.
Send me a bill.
I'll give you a discount.
In return, don't forget our promise.
You're a strange man.
Not as strange as you.
Hey, you. You're blocking my scan.
Oh, sorry.
What good are your natural
eyes in the cyber age?
It's not normally this hard
to find the epicenter.
You know a lot about the
combustion process?
I learned the basics
overseas during the w*r.
I see.
Are you a full cyborg?
Yeah, pretty close.
I'm no expert, but unless you
get a specialized skeleton,
aren't the basics the
same as a human body's?
But his hands stayed
open after he b*rned...
What?
When a natural human
burns to death,
his muscles contract, so he forms
fists and he bends forward.
The fetal position, or, you
know, the boxer's pose.
Heat rigor? Well, what about it?
This guard's corpse is standing
up straight, hands open.
Must be some property of his
prosthetics, or of the b*mb.
Prosthetics?
Hello?
Oh, a checkup?
Got it. No, I'm working
right now, sorry.
"Checkup"?
Sorry to bother you.
C-4 and dynamite, glycerin,
and chemical fertilizer...
It's a hideout straight
out of a book.
Definitely a b*mb maniac vibe... but I've
got no clue what they actually used.
Orders coming down their line!
Someone calling himself Scylla just
ordered some "Second Army" into action.
Damn bastards! Public Security's
moves are being leaked!
The Waterworks Bureau's server blew,
and took out the whole floor.
What did they use?
The accelerant at the
Nishinouchi crime scene
is spread all the way to the
ceiling, even the ducts.
We're talking omnidirectional blast.
The air itself blew up.
A fuel-air expl*sive?
Then this is a dummy hideout. They've
got a more advanced b*mb lab somewhere.
Damn guerilla hero is
issuing a challenge.
The Waterworks Bureau is starting
repairs. Odds are the hacker's already in!
Figure out their next target.
Don't let them dig
any more tunnels.
I appreciate your cooperation.
I'm used to police questioning.
There've been a lot of
prosthetics thefts recently.
"Mermaid's Legs", eh?
Not a very artistic name, but
it's easy to understand.
My female customers quite like it.
Do you recognize these legs?
They appear to be the
mass-production model.
Look at the tag.
"Ariel".
I've asked around, and there's
no such model on the market.
I don't carry it, either. It must be
a licensed designer's brand name.
Designers use the
mass-production model as a base
and then innovate to
meet customer demands.
Any ideas?
I'll give you my list.
One moment, please.
Thank you.
Cops love lists. He'll be conveniently
absorbed in it for a while.
Public Security took
our dummy safe house.
Are the comm lines here
safe, Colonel Hozumi?
Don't worry. It's one of
intelligence's independent lines.
Why haven't you k*lled
that detective?
He's an odd duck, but he doesn't
have any powerful backers.
The real issue is that
Ariel's been leaked.
We retrieved the sample before it was
analyzed, and the factory is taken care of.
I didn't expect you to
panic and blow it up.
We're lucky Ariel was mounted in time.
You almost seriously hindered our plan.
Ariel is a way to smuggle expl*sives to
the Qhardis! It's not for su1c1de bombers!
Circumstances have changed.
If previous overseas weapons
development becomes domestic,
distribution channels will vanish.
The Qhardi soldiers are
just sacrificial pawns?
We're upgrading. Fire-Starter can
create all the soldiers we want.
Get the unit that was
arrested released.
I won't give you the
data until then.
They aren't even your compatriots.
Scylla would never abandon them.
Very well. There are three
more usable Ariels.
One of them is in your court.
It really has to be her?
Have you developed feelings for her?
Activate the woman's Ariel.
Release our allies first.
Understand?
Ride with me.
You haven't told anyone that you
and I k*lled Scylla, I trust?
No.
That op is a stain
on both our records.
It would be highly inconvenient
for it to come up again now.
I see you dived happily into the
power games as soon as you made LTC.
They used the m*llitary-industrial
complex to profit from death.
I'll wipe them out, make domestic
weapons engineering big,
and shut down their trade
routes to foreign cartels.
Lt. Col. Mamuro wanted that.
I won't play your game.
Scylla is a game you can't quit.
She has to stay dead.
You used this before.
Bury it and whoever's using Scylla's
name-permanently this time.
Or else the brass will bury
you, and that op with you.
Becoming independent of the
system doesn't make you free.
You're like last century's programmers, who
expected too much from the birth of the Net.
Even Section 9 is only letting you
have your own way to test you.
When they need to, they'll restrain
you with a Ghost infiltration key
and dispose of you.
I have no intention of letting
anyone infiltrate my Ghost again.
No matter who they are.
That woman is Motoko Kusanagi?
Yes, your senior. Can you win?
If you wish.
You really came?
I did promise.
I haven't prepared anything.
I figured.
But first, we'll take care of this.
I checked out the Qhardi g*ng, but there's
no trace of their tactical commander.
Ah, but I've got the
rental server they used.
Multiple invaders into
a public facility...
Bastards have made good
progress on their tunnels.
Do you know where they're going yet?
It's someplace to do with water
and precision machinery.
78 places in the city
fit that description.
Check them all.
Damn... I'd make easier money being
an Intelligence subcontractor.
So, still in your "tune-up"?
Yes. I'm dropping this
connection for a while.
I can hear noise. Your co-workers are
in and out of your lobby nonstop, huh?
I ran them all off.
You think I'll ever get
to be in your lobby?
If you work with me.
If I said I needed one more
person, would you come?
Tuning you up whenever I want
is an attractive proposition,
but I don't get involved with
the m*llitary or the police.
Oh.
I did some first aid on
your sensory components.
Let's do the detail
work in the lab.
The pain is gone. I'll
do the rest myself.
Then let's get started.
I remember when I first
met you, you know.
All the other engineers said you were
the queen of customer complaints.
Is that why they handed me off
to a freelancer like you?
Nope. The truth is,
I asked them to.
What?
You couldn't decide whether you should
treat your body as a thing or a person.
That made me interested in you.
At the facility I was in before,
they thought I was an oddball for wanting
to sleep in a bed and take showers.
When I was prosthetized on the
b*ttlefield, they told me,
"A cyborg doesn't need everyday
life; he needs equipment."
That's why I switched to
prosthetics engineering.
I wanted to be a tech who'd
treat cyborgs like humans.
As a kid, they gave me everyday-living
training outside the facility.
So I'd learn how to be more human.
I don't really remember it.
Everything was so bright...
I remember I came back
ahead of schedule.
But... That day I decided
to make my body orthodox.
I wanted to look human.
Your prosthetic body isn't a
thing. It's your real body.
It mustn't be treated as a thing...
not by anyone.
Not by me.
I do wish that were true.
I'll show you proof.
Proof?
It's a surprise.
We're missing the key
piece: the b*mb.
How did they get it into a
heavily guarded meeting place?
What about the perps?
They say they're the
ones who blew it up.
Despite the fact that they
have no memory of the b*mb.
They're fall guys. They probably
have nothing to do with the b*mb.
We'll monitor all 78 locations until
we can narrow down their target.
Are you serious?!
Contact me if something happens.
You're wearing heels...
Should we assume the ex-m*llitary
prosthetics tech is joining the team?
Maybe that's actually for real.
This is what you wanted to show me?
They're regular customers of mine.
Their average age is 70.
They're all full-body cyborgs...
The affluent elderly are at the core
of cyborg development these days.
Not soldiers.
They want prosthetic bodies to give them
second lives, and fulfilling lifestyles.
More and more foods for cyborgs are being
developed to meet their needs, too.
Try it.
It's good.
Is it your first time allocating
memory to your sense of taste?
The new bride is
pregnant, by the way.
Exciting, isn't it? A new world
of humans that don't distinguish
between prosthetic and flesh.
You really are strange.
Some people reject the future.
And some are left behind by it, too.
I want to bring the cyborg
future to the third world.
Will you come with me?
You should use your power freely, not work
under a bunch of master manipulators.
The w*r is over, you know.
No, it's still going.
The nations it grew inconvenient
for pulled out, that's all.
I have things to do
in this country.
I see.
Do you have free time later?
If we share a lobby, we can
meet whenever we want.
I might touch your Ghost.
I'll let down my barrier.
- Are you sure?
- If you infiltrate me, I may fry your brain.
It might be worth it.
This is your body.
These are your hands.
Motoko, run!
Akira!
Are you all right?
Yeah...
I'm sorry. This is my fault.
My condolences.
Paz is with Section 9
inspecting the scene.
Your attacker was a pro,
even if he did mess up.
It's unclear whether this
was tied to the bombing,
but we'd normally give you
police protection at this point.
I don't need it. How is he?
We'll send him home as soon as
we're done questioning him.
I'll assign someone to
him, so don't worry.
I see.
The m*llitary authorities won't
give me any information on Scylla.
What's your connection to him?
Call me whenever you need help.
Scylla's revenge, eh?
Good thing your boyfriend's a civilian.
We don't have to suspect a leak.
They got us.
Number 3: a materials
control center on the coast.
I picked up a go order in Scylla's
name 30 seconds before the expl*si*n.
Then the whole line disappeared. At this
rate, there's no point in surveillance.
Find a weapons engineer on their
customer list who's connected to this.
Weapons engineer?
Get info from the first
victims, too. Hurry up.
Find something. The virus, the
bombs, the tactical commander,
where the messages from "Scylla"
come from... I don't care what.
How about you finally tell us why
you're so sure Scylla's dead?
Excuse me.
You!
I was told I could find
Major Kusanagi here.
What is it?
State your business.
The list I got from him was a fake.
And a detective working a
weapons trafficking case
was k*lled right after
getting info from him.
Techs get blamed for prosthetics
related incidents all the time.
And the manager of the dam
that exploded the other day...
Hose outfitted her bodyguard, too.
So what?!
How did you feel, watching your
lover get att*cked in front of you?
You're angry at the perp,
and you feel guilty.
You think it was your
fault he got att*cked.
He was the same way.
Anger and guilt.
He's hiding something.
The dam, the dead detective, the
prosthetics, and even you, Major...
Everything links
back to Akira Hose.
You're just a cheap detective
snooping around with flesh eyes!
Never show your face here again!
Ouch.
You're an idiot, Colonel!
An att*ck barrier!
Keep calm.
If the domestic faction takes
away your arms industry rights,
you'll be k*lled by the cartels.
Yet you're in a rush to k*ll
me off and steal my data?
So, you act like a heavyweight, but
you couldn't get my people released?
Where is the data?
Our deal is over. I'm
thankful for the info on her
and for Scylla's revival,
but I'm leaving this country.
You do the same.
No need.
We've successfully packaged
the virus with cyberbrains.
We'll use your cyberbrain
for the final upgrade.
Become Scylla, just
like you wanted to.
"His hands stayed open
after he b*rned", eh?
It's just like the call said.
Two Public Security officers k*lled,
and Akira Hose's whereabouts unknown.
The Major wasn't the target?
Hey, look at this list.
It's only a guess, but I think the FAEs
were the prosthetic limbs themselves.
There was another full-cyborg guard
in that part of the building.
The limbs' admin records have
the same signature on them...
What are you doing?
Who is this man?!
My att*ck barrier
expands every second.
If you don't want your
brain fried, tell me!
He'll die!
He gave us power...
He's the new Scylla!
It was like magic. A battle-learning
program left to us by the dead Scylla...
He gave it to my cyberbrain,
along with the virus.
I'd never been trained, but now
I can fight even your people!
Give me a name.
Akira Hose!
He's Japanese, like you!
Hose escaped. Any idea where?
Why ask me?
What are your eyes
looking at right now?
Zhinzhee Bekka Arr Thied.
She's boss of a Kuzan water company, and
most likely the weapons ring's sponsor.
So this is the tunnel exit!
A domestic weapons company...
Harimadara Heavy Industries!
The execs are touring Factory One with
the Senior Vice-Minister of Defense!
Recommend a barrier, and
give the data to Section 9.
Paz, Borma, Saito, get over there.
Call the b*mb squad and
a prosthetics tech.
A destructive cyber-att*ck
is more than likely.
What's the meaning of
this, Chief Aramaki?
Evacuate immediately.
You and this facility are targets.
Wh... What's going on?!
It's a b*mb! Run!
- Damn.
- sh*t!
Paz, Borma! This way!
Help me! Help me!
Crap, the fire's
closing up my throat.
Mine too. That was close.
Vice-Minister, are you all right?
I'm fine.
- Log/coma.
- Yes, sir!
That's one of our products...!
Away from the windows!
That's all the info
on Colonel Hozumi.
That's fine. We get a card,
and you get a grace period.
Please tell me what she
has to do with Scylla!
Find out from her. Your
contaminated brain is intriguing,
but I'm cutting our connection
before the infection spreads.
Goodbye.
Contaminated, eh?
I'm being bankrupted by a special
tax on foreign companies?!
How can this be allowed?!
It's the kind of thing the
domestic faction would do.
What do you plan to do?
k*ll the colonel?
She's all washed up.
And so are you and I.
Escape, and obey the
domestic faction.
Your company will be crushed under
the pretext of this nation's taxes.
You'll be k*lled by the cartels
if you don't do something.
You okay, Major?
No problems. You go with that
detective and subdue the guards.
I'll take care of Scylla.
Jeez, so stubborn.
That's a scary lady.
What? A Mateba,
in this day and age?
What's wrong with that?!
It's the g*n I trust the most.
Blood traces. Someone was sh*t.
A b*llet...
Ariel. So these are
the prosthetic bombs.
That wasn't you just now.
Who the hell infiltrated my vision?!
Don't move!
In that quagmire of a w*r, Scylla was
the only soldier I could empathize with.
I've always wanted to ask
you why he was k*lled.
You didn't k*ll Scylla.
I finally realized that.
Go home. Or your
Ariel will activate.
Even I can't stop it.
What's going on here? That bastard
infiltrated my vision exactly the way you do!
Answer me, Major!
What's taking the Army so long?!
We'll all die like this!
It's been seized.
It won't stop until we shut down
whatever it's packaged with.
Transplanted memories.
What?
The packaged cyberbrains
are the virus's hosts.
They converted the tactical program
I set loose in Qhardistan to memory.
My copy
What the hell are you saying?!
Motoko.
I came after you, but in
the end, you captured me.
It was my cyberbrain
that was packaged.
If you pull the trigger, you and
your comrades will be saved.
What you fell in love
with was this world.
Just keep on going, until
the day you're betrayed.
Scylla...
I'm glad I met you.
What?
It stopped...
It's ironic.
They manage to survive a world w*r,
then get stuck in an endless one,
and finally end their own lives.
Apparently there's no
other way they can stop.
Weren't you the same?
Scylla was you.
You helped the separatist
army, then faked your death.
Later, the guerillas you
led were all k*lled.
I can see why you wouldn't
want to remember that op.
Since then, I've stopped
switching bodies so often.
It gives me an identity crisis.
I lose track of who I am...
and then I want someone to
tell me I'm not a robot.
Is that why you insist on making original
tweaks to your mass-production bases?
It's amazing you even managed to control
so many bodies in such a short time.
I'm going to sleep a little.
You can go.
Call it cyborg solidarity.
I'll keep watch and make sure they
don't fit you with any sketchy parts.
All right, suit yourself.
You could at least say "thanks"!
The b*llet at the scene was fired
from the lieutenant's g*n.
I also found Mizuki's w*apon
at the lieutenant's home.
There was a huge deposit
into his account, too.
Good work. You can go.
Arresting a fellow cop will
make you some enemies.
You'll be sh*t from behind
by the guys at his local.
I'll be sure to watch my back.
Did you come just to say that?
Will you join my team?
It's an independent offensive
unit with top priority.
Oh, excuse me.
Hello?
What?! I thought it'd
be another 2 weeks!
No, sorry, got it.
I'll be right there.
This is big! Her water broke!
Huh?
We're gonna have a baby!
Just wait, I'll be right there!
We'll talk another time.
I'm coming now!
Natural, married, and a father?
Ghost in the Shell Arise - Border 3: Ghost Tears (2014)
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