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You said your name's Christina, right? | Who the hell's Christina!? I never said that! |
What do you mean? | I hate people who play with their phones in the middle of a conversation. |
Please. I need to know. | I mean, yeah. This is like the fifth time you've brought me outside to talk about the Time Leap Machine. |
No, alright!? | You said that was condition one. So there's gotta be a second one, right? It better not be-- |
Yeah. I can definitely see how that would make him hate you. | You really think that's why? |
You interested, Christina? | I'm not Christina, and I'm not interested. If you don't want to tell me, then I don't really care. |
There are phenomena that everyone knows occur in reality, but which physicists refuse to research. What do you think about that? | I don't know what to say unless you can give me some examples. |
How about Suzuha being John Titor? | Eh!? |
Trains? | Um, let me give you an easy example... |
Of course we tried it without the plate, but that didn't change anything. | Then, maybe each individual grain of salt was too small... or something? |
And that, my fellow lab members, brings us to the question. Can the PhoneWave (name subject to change) beat SERN to true physical time travel? | Two problems. One, setting the destination. Two, the lifter. |
PhoneWave is weak. It needs a better name. | I couldn't care less about its name. |
...What do you take me for? | That just about covers it. Well? Was my lecture helpful? |
Denied. Anyone else? | ...*sigh* |
Have we talked about my time leaping? | You're time leaping? |
But how can a cathode ray tube emit such a strong electron stream? | It's not about having a strong electron stream. If stronger were better, SERN would've solved the lifter problem long ago. |
Aah... | If you were standing there, you should’ve said something! You scared me! |
You're not being very logical, Christina. | Anyway, I wasn't crying. Understand? End of discussion. Sniff. |
After Daru, you'll send the next D-Mail. Think about what you want to write. | No. |
If you didn't, then you wouldn't have confided in me. And you wouldn't be crying, would you? | True... |
You're the one who said not to speak. | Y-you're too close... |
No. I still haven't saved Mayu-- | I know. That's not what I meant. |
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Why are you pouting? | I'm not pouting. I just don't want to get involved in your silly games again. |
Christina. Are you an @channe-- | Shut up! I'm not, okay!? |
Let's just go. | Hey! Stop stop stop! I said stop! |
It's a fitting name for our enemy! | ... |
But I received two. | You're right... I even sent it in one sentence, but it got divided. |
You think it's worth a shot? | Well... |
This isn't your room. Besides, I'd have to be a fool to knock. There could be assassins lying in ambush. | Assassins? Here? Are you stupid? |
Have you forgotten? We have just the thing for moments like these! | You're going to send a D-Mail? |
You're wasting your youth. | I thought so too, until I met you. Now I realize I'm doing just fine. |
Back when she was five years old, Christina was on the plains of Arkansas when lightning-- | I wasn't hit by lightning! And I was still living in Japan when I was five! And why Arkansas? |
Let the world be reborn! | --! |
It's like causality itself is broken. | Maybe Kiryu Moeka shooting her isn't the real cause of her death. Maybe it's something larger and less obvious. |
How should I know? Did you do something to make her angry? | I've never seen her before in my life. How rude. |
Are you there? | #000000 |
Daru, too? | Yeah. |
Is to explore methods of true physical time travel, not just D-Mail, with the objective of sending someone to the past like SERN has. | Don't be ridiculous. |
You want your own fork? | I already have my own spoon... wait, that doesn't matter! |
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That's an @channel meme too. | Ugh... |
...Aren't you afraid? | ... |
You're a lifesaver, Lukako. Thank your father again for me. | Your father is a lovely man. |
So it seems. But in my hallucination, the presentation proceeded as planned. Mayuri and I went to see it, and you came over to flirt with me. | I don't flirt. Especially not with idiots like you. |
I still remember the nightmares I had when I was a little kid. | Who are you calling a nightmare? |
Just send something to my phone! | I don't even know your email address. |
This is my chance to escape the Alpha worldline and save Mayuri. I won't let anyone get in my way. Anyone! | Okabe... |
...How can you be so understanding? | I'm not. When you chose to save Mayuri with the Time Leap Machine, you must have known that no one would ever understand. |
Wipe your tears, you experiment-loving girl without a single friend. | I'm not crying! |
Out of all mankind, I alone can perceive changes in causality! I am this world's observer! | Sit down before I hit you again. |
What!? The lab mem number you carry is the highest credential a scientist could hope to achieve! They sell for millions on the black market, but you would give it away!? | It's not exactly a counterfeit passport. Also, shut up. |
What I said? | About the IBN 5100. And SERN. |
It's in terminal mode now. We can change the factory settings like this, make the microwave do things its manufacturer never intended. | How was it set when the discharge phenomenon occurred? |
They must have sent them to those places. | I don't think so. It's too random. |
E-excuse me. I need a moment. | #000000 |
Believe in yourself. Believe in Hououin Kyouma. | ...I wanted to talk. |
Of course! In other words, the PhoneWave (name subject to change) is a miniature LHC! | You might be on to something there. |
They rule the world from the shadows, transcending nations, with politics, economics, religion, even science in their clutches. | That's obviously a crackpot conspiracy theory, <FONT incolor= |
Mayuri. Kurisu. | Wait... did you just say my name correctly? |
You? Domestic? | Relatively, maybe. Well, actually, I don't know the domesticity index for Japanese high school girls these days. |
Sorry about this, but I want you to be there when she dies tomorrow night. | That's why you want me to go to ComiMa? |
Genius neuroscientist, I need to talk to you. | Make it short. |
And that makes you my assistant, now and forever. So wipe your tears, for there is still much--' | #000000 |
Why does it have to be you? Why!? | Hey, Okabe. |
It's fine. Your advice was truly becoming of a mad scientist. | #000000 |
This is a souvenir. Take it. | Uh... no thanks. |
Eh...? | This New York Times article is from 1921. |
You should praise me for obeying the law for a change. | That's not like you at all. What happened to your ego? What happened to the insane mad scientist, Hououin Kyo-- |
Enough of your unsophisticated names. The upgraded version shall be known as Heavenly Merry-Go-Round. | The name doesn't matter. Let's just start the experi-- |
I have my sources. | Setting the IBN 5100 and such aside... |
Hello? | #000000 |
More than a dozen times already. | That many!? What the hell are you doing!? |
You can read the date, though. January 31, 2001. | The location is... Pau, France, I guess. |
What was that for!? | Sorry. I didn't mean to be snippy. I'm just a little irritated. |
When did you become a goody two shoes? Where's your ambition!? | Are you trying to get us arrested? |
Nothing out of the ordinary. It was at factory settings. | Hmm. |
H-Hououin Kyouma does not go on datesâ‘°. Much less with his assistant. Ridiculous. | ... |
I mean, think about it. Lukako was a guy last week. If he already liked me at that point, then... | That's just your perspective. |
...So, maybe there's a size limit for objects that can teleport. | But aren't those chicken pieces smaller than bananas? |
Did you come to see the satellite? | ...I guess. |
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You're not Japanese!? | I've lived in America for seven years. What about it? |
...Then I'll come up with something by tomorrow. | Well? |
John Titor. | Huh? No way. |
Despite what you may think, I actually respect you. | That's rich. You don't even say my name right. |
I'm having a little trouble here. | #000000 |
What do you mean? | Hashida and Mayuri are right there. Look. |
I don't know her mother's pager number. | What!? Are you an idiot!? Why didn't you write it down!? |
It's your job to figure that out, Christina. | Hashida-san, talking to this guy's so tiring. |
Juicy Chicken Number One made a noble sacrifice for the progress of science. Let us pray for his happiness in the next life. | The chicken doesn't matter! Right now, we need to determine what happened with the Phonewa-- |
Wha... | I help SERN build their time machine? I don't believe it. |
Send 'Christina's a perv'! | I thought we agreed to stop saying that! |
Hold it! | Hey! What's your problem!? |
What's wrong? | It's nothing. I was just thinking. |
I'm the only one who can carry that burden. | So what are you talking to me for? Go to her now, and tell her what you told me. |
It's Daru. It's probably something stupid. | You're really self-righteous, you know. |
... | It's not like SERN's time machine. The possibility of becoming a jellyman is zero. |
W-what about Moeka!? | Calm down! |
The easiest way to do that is to see if we can win the lottery, right? | But your primary goal is the money, isn't it? |