04x26 - Fire

[bunniefuu]

It's bad.

Why-man must know what we're up to because he's sending us a message.

D-O.

Y-O-U.

Do you wanna die?

Do you wanna die?

Do you wanna die?

Do you wanna die?

Do you wanna die?

Oh, snap.

Nice.

The enemy saved us the trouble of initiating contact.

I like it.

Let's send a reply in every language we know.

It's on.

Shouldn't we think twice before pissing off an omnicidal maniac?

Now, here's a thought.

Welp, he's rudely ignoring my well-crafted overtures.

And he also stopped sending those creepy signals from the moon.

Yet it was far from a fruitless endeavor.

We picked up some fun facts.

To start, we confirmed Why-man is acting with intent.

He likes to dole out warnings, but has no desire to respond to our messages.

He clearly thinks he's superior.

Meaning, he likely won't lose his cool and rain down a bunch of medusas.

Well, not in the immediate future anyway.

You're saying that it's only a matter of time

before Why-man loses his patience, so he should hurry and get our butts up to the moon.

We'll knock on his door, right at the signal's origin.

Wait, we're doing what now?

We're going to fly there and land?

Like for realsies, we're not just going there to orbit around the thing

and legit be hippity hopping all over the surface?

What's the point of going there otherwise?

It's the only way to secure a face to face with old Why-man.

We're sailing around the world

solely to gather materials and build what we need to get there.

A rocket engine, a spaceship, and a space suit.

Those are the three essential ingredients for a successful lunar landing.

Our next destination is in Spain.

We're grabbing some fluorite in the city of Barcelona.

And what's that do?

Without that stuff, we wouldn't be able to construct the spaceship or our spacesuits.

Time to set sail

to the birthplace of the Age of Discovery, the Mediterranean Sea.

Fluorite

a mineral that emits light when it's heated.

It's a fundamental material in astronautic technology.

I want it.

Likewise I also harbor a burning desire.

There's a treasure I've long dreamed of obtaining in the stone world.

Easure-tray?

We'll be taming the Mediterranean.

I won't stop until I get my greedy hands on it.

My treasure.

A boatload of olive oil.

What about the fluorite?

I desire fluorite and olive oil.

Desire is noble, after all.

We'll sail the high seas in our new ship and get what we're after.

Every last thing.

Across the Atlantic to Spain, the land of passion.

We're coming for you, Barcelona.

You're throwing around so many names, it's kind of hard to know exactly what to expect.

Well, suffice it to say, we're going farther than you could fathom.

Color me surprised, we actually made it all the way here in just a week.

The new Perseus truly is a marvel.

I hate to interrupt your celebration, but those olives are calling my name.

Hey, Chelsea, do your thing.

Okey doke.

Stand back and let me cook.

I thought you said we were in a big rush?

We'll need to set up camp before we can get rolling anyway.

Gotta have food, clothing, and shelter.

So yeah, no reason we shouldn't enjoy a little Spanish sightseeing.

As though there are any sights to see.

We're in the stone world.

Treasure map secured.

Then off we go.

Those olives won't harvest themselves.

That pleasure will be ours.

Nice.

We'll leave the olives to the king of greed.

He wants them, so there's a 10,000,000,000% chance he'll get them.

We'll throw the crushed olives in a centrifuge

and squeeze out the oil.

Figures.

Even cooking is a science.

Say what?

Oh, I know what you're after.

One of those spinny machines you told me about.

Finished.

It's done?

I'm starting to believe that our master craftsman could make stuff like that in his sleep.

It's time.

I've craved this moment for so long.

At last, our dinner table is about to become exceedingly sumptuous.

Made with fresh extra virgin olive oil,

las gambas al ajillo.

And over there, a dish I called the carefree fisherman's Mediterranean pasta.

Somehow that elaborate name makes this even more exciting.

So good.

I didn't realize how much I've missed the taste of olive oil.

Finally feels like we're in Spain.

If you want to experience a country, start at the dinner table.

Those of us from Ishigami Village have never had anything like this.

This food is so good, it's bad.

Gracias, amiga!

"WE HAVE MORE IF YOU'D LIKE."

You're a freaking machine.

Since when do you know how to habla Espanol?

I picked it up from the South Americans that we had revived.

It was simple, though I'm not yet fluent.

I firmly believe the first step to building trust with the locals is to show respect for their culture.

And I totes couldn't agree more.

You're def the host with the most.

You're too kind.

Es delicioso!

I think he's saying it's really yummy.

Sí, gracias.

Gracias?

I've heard that before, but I don't know what it means.

A common phrase.

It means "thank you."

Muchas gracias!

And a big "gracias" to you, too.

You know something?

Learning another language is just a blast.

I'd say it's 10,000,000,000% proper and otes-tay bad.

That's real impressive.

Yep, you're otally-tay starting to sound like us.

We're reviving so many people these days.

We gotta make sure we can feed them.

All this delicious food is making me crave a sweet treat to round it out with.

You're speaking my language.

What the hell? I'm friend, not food.

It's fine.

You're the scavenger king, right?

You're used to being chased by wild beasts.

And that's what makes you the perfect bait.

This is really bad.

Wild bulls?

Keep running.

We're in Spain, with bulls.

That can only mean one thing.

When were you planning to tell us you're an atador-may? Ha ha.

I'm not.

Chalk it up to hours of gaming and pure guts.

I'm just glad those guts of yours are still intact.

By combining milk and olive oil,

we can make a delicious Spanish sweet.

Let's toss in a dash of potato starch too, so they stay chewy after cooling.

Are you paying us?

With coins?

We couldn't let all that super alloy go to waste.

Their worth is derived from the inherent value of the metal.

I've never crossed paths with such kind hearted youngsters.

You use your brilliant minds and incredible science to blaze a path in this new world.

You have much power in your fingertips,

yet you're using it to rebuild our nation.

You've made no attempt to conquer us.

Hold your thanks.

It's not out of the kindness of our hearts.

You happen to be talking to the king of greed who wants everything.

He's not lying.

We're gallivanting from one country to the next in our attempt to revive everyone.

I'm afraid we just haven't the time to spare for conquest.

Working a job makes you a professional.

Meaning, you deserve to be paid accordingly.

That's how the Ryusui Conglomerate operates.

And it doesn't hurt that it gives us control over the new world's global currency.

I'm not exactly sure what talking about, but it sounds schemey.

I'm handy with a pickaxe.

I can help dig up stuff or whatever else you folks need me to do.

I can keep the churros coming!

Now we're talking.

I'm putting you folks to work, gathering materials.

I want all of that fluorite.

And we're back to the greed angle.

I guess some things never change.

This greed monster is going to get us a mountain of fluorite.

Japan completely exhausted its supply of large fluorite crystals,

but that's not a problem here.

There's more than enough by the sea in Barcelona.

I didn't know fluorite crystals would be so clear and sparkly.

You're right.

They look cool when they fluoresce under heat.

Their Japanese name means firefly stones.

A lens? Like, for glasses?

This one was made by polishing fluorite,

so it's different in refractive index and dispersion.

So, point is, it's a professional grade lens with high precision

Making it perfect for our ridiculously upgraded fluorite telescope.

Antastic-fay.

I feel like I can practically see the moon's craters.

You know, if we were to make a bigger one of these

I bet we could even spot Why-man up there.

Fat chance we'll find a crystal big enough for that.

And it'll be a while before we're making it in a lab.

As soon as we get a lock on Why-man's whereabouts,

we'll be flying this baby straight up there to meet him.

You made a rocket?

Though, it's kind of--

That thing's mega small, yo.

Pretty sure I'm the only one of us who could fit inside.

You're not quite as tiny as you used to be.

Oh, that's a good point.

You're looking at a model rocket.

Now we just need to slap on Xeno's jet engine prototype,

then pick a launching spot and give it a test drive.

It truly is awe-inspiring.

I realize it's not to scale, but seeing it with my own eyes

makes it much easier to believe we're making steady strides that will eventually

take us from the stone world to the moon.

We still have something to figure out.

We're going to need dead accurate trajectory calculations

which means the next city we need to build is clear as day.

The city of Math in India.

The city of Math, huh?

Sure.

India has always been known for having insanely advanced mathematics education.

That's the reason they're recognized on a global scale for being stupidly good at math.

I want their computational skills.

It's the only way we're going to get the precise calculations we need for our big moon mission.

Yeah.

Well, seems we're going to India.

Wait a minute, don't forget we're all the way over in Spain.

How the heck are we going to get to India from here?

We'll have to make a lengthy trip to go around the Cape of Good Hope.

That's bad.

Thing is

we've got a little issue to solve with the new Perseus before we can start our voyage to India.

We're burning through fuel faster than expected.

At this rate, we won't make it there.

Not without more fuel.

Don't sweat it.

It would honestly be way freakier if science always worked out perfectly, you know.

Well, I guess we'll be making a lot more fuel out of organic waste, huh?

Looks like

that is the whole reason we installed our own fuel plant.

But we're stuck here until we have enough,

and that's not going to happen anytime soon.

It could take months or even a year.

Hold on.

It looks like the water connects through this part.

If we can slip through that skinny opening, we're in the clear, right?

It's a bad shortcut.

You can't tell me that won't solve our fuel problem.

That spot is called the Suez Canal.

It was carved by mankind to connect the two seas

and hasten long voyages.

I know I've heard about something like that before.

Don't you remember, the banana whatever?

The Panama Canal?

The one that was almost fully dried up after some 3,700 odd years of neglect?

Interesting.

I can't help but wonder, it's

connecting two bodies of water at the same elevation.

So the odds of it working are totes better than in Panama.

If taking that shortcut will save us an entire year,

then as far as I'm concerned, we have to try it.

Typical. Kohaku's rushing straight into danger.

I can still remember the sting of having to give up on that banana root.

This is our chance for a grudge match against those canal things.

I'm not big on waiting.

A huge part of me wants to go for it.

That said, as captain, I have to refuse.

We don't even know if it's still connected.

If we charge in blind without a sea map,

we could sail right into a dead end and never make it back.

Am I wrong?

Way too bad we can't take a little peeksy before leaving.

We do have the world's all-time greatest geographer at our disposal.

You trying to make me blush over here?

If only Chelsea could get a good look at it from far away

using some kind of super-powered telescope or something like that.

This view is fantabulous.

It's primo supremo.

I can make a whole a*s sea chart of the Suez Canal no biggie.

Well, how's it looking from up there?

Can we make it through the canal,

or is it all blocked off like we thought?

Scribble, scribble, scribble, scribbe, scribble...

It's got a hardcore blockage.

Our errible-tay luck strikes again.

Hold up.

Weird alert.

It's def super whack, but it's not game over yet.

It looks like the canal is still intact, t's just blocked off by a dam of debris.

The climate probably changed a lot over the last few millennia.

No kidding.

And there must have been a period of heavy tree growth for a while

but it eventually had to end.

The trees floated off after withering.

We have no choice but to destroy the dam.

You do realize it's 20 kilometers away.

Sounds kind of risky to start hacking at it.

Then we'll just have to blow it up.

We'll need to secure the whole route first, or we risk getting stuck.

We can't sail the ship there until the dam's gone.

Basically, you're saying we're going to need a nasty expl*si*n

with a delivery system that'll let us blow up our target from 20 kilometers away.

Can we do it?

I'm afraid to ask.

Please tell me you're oking-jay.

This can't be real.

Oh, It's real. We're going to use our model rocket to do the dirty work for us.

Science is power.

For example, I trust you don't need me to tell you that your little rocket and a ballistic m*ssile

are fundamentally one and the same.

Just a few thousand years later,

Xeno and I finally made our first rocket together.

Ignition.

Do your thing, rocket.

We'll keep on wielding the power of science,

and blasting our way into the future.

Okey dokey.

Booyah!

You took a major L, Suez Canal.

This is bad.

We're taking a huge shortcut.

Now we can set course straight to India.

I still don't get why we're going.

What exactly are we hoping to find in this India place?

Excellent question, Kohaku.

We know how to make a rocket now,

but we still need India's mathematical prowess.

Once we find a way to get precise trajectory calculations, we're off to visit Why-man.

Hell yeah.

We're after the final puzzle piece for our space mission

a truly unparalleled mind for mathematics.

I know just the person.

Humanity's almighty mathematician.

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