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I shouldn't have let so many people send D-Mails. | Regret won't change anything. |
...Wait, don't tell me. You're 'KuriGohan and Kamehameha'!? | Titor came forward, so it's only fair that I do too. |
The truth. | B-but... proof. I need proof. I can't come up with a formula otherwise! |
Celeb. Seventeen. | What the hell is that supposed to mean!? |
There were also some D-Mails that didn't activate Reading Steiner. | Hmmm. So just cancel the D-Mails that activated Reading Steiner, and the IBN 5100 might come back to you. |
We'll hear you out. | Why... |
... | You don't have to breakâ‘° it, Okabe. |
I knew you were meant for this, Christina! You're the best assistant a mad scientist could ask for! | I don't know if that's supposed to be a compliment, but it's coming off as an insult. Now let go! |
I'll tell him when it's necessary. | They'll throw you in the slammer for breaking and entering. |
...No way. | Did it happen again, Okabe? |
If you don't say Christina, then I have no way of knowing it's you. | #000000 |
I'm not her butler. | But that's what the book says. |
I was just worried that maybe you were feeling conflicted. | How rude. |
Hmm... I thought it was a good idea... | Of course... If it works, then maybe... |
Well, whatever. If it will help you focus on the time leap machine, I'll keep your secret for now. Besides, it's just a matter of time before you make another mistake and reveal your true colors. | You don't have to worry about me. Remember that I represented my entire laboratory when we presented our research, even though there were men twice my age on the project. |
I'm sure... it was August 3rd. I remember it being in the lab on August 3rd. | Are you certain? |
Hmm? | ... |
I just want to know the truth. | What truth, you perv!? You stupid!? Wanna die!? |
How can you be so certain? | Because that's what happened to my father. |
Mayuri dies in two days. I don't have time to play boyfriend. | Just go out with her. |
... | No answer? I guess it was just an excuse. |
W-What is it? | Y-You first. |
I'm pretty sure you said 'but I refuse.' | Sh-shut up. I said no. |
Once I know, I'll make the time leap. | I can't believe there's nothing we can do. |
... | Oh, come on! |
Hmph... | Still, it's nice to hear. |
Just be quiet, Zombie! | Who's a zombie!? |
Henceforth, this shall be known as Operation <FONT incolor= | Why Norse mythology? |
What? | What you call Reading Steiner. |
Hey... you didn't time leap, did you? | So now you're saying that I went back in time for the sole purpose of repairing your stupid lab coat. Uh-huh. |
Oh, yeah. It's Mayuri. | Answer it. I don't mind. |
Credible? | It's all secondhand info from John Titor -- from Amane-san, isn't it? |
Humanity would never have made it this far. | I never said it was true. |
There's nothing we can do about it. We'll postpone the experiment till tomorrow. | After I left yesterday, I was thinking. How exactly does the PhoneWave make time travel possible? |
Oh, that's boring. So, what is it, assistant? | #000000 |
Substance. She has substance. Of course she's not a ghost. How silly of me. | ... |
Humanity's first time-traveling email. For we who have achieved that miracle, nothing is impossible! | Such baseless confidence. Anyway, wasn't it just a coincidence that we discovered D-Mail? |
Of course I do. You are my assistant, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure that you are in peak mental condition for the experiment. | ... |
To hell with my ego! | ...! |
Yes. Did it work!? | #000000 |
Aren't you afraid of dying? | Did you not hear what I just said? |
Who else but you? | Yeah, sure thing, virgin. |
Kurisu... | It’s okay. It’s okay... |
Way to go, assistant! Your study abroad in America was all for the sake of today, wasn't it!? | Of course not. Stop assigning people roles in your fantasy world. |
Are you upset? | ...Yeah. |
I'll explain in a second. Drink that while you wait. | ...Gee, thanks. |
You mean time paradoxes... and conservation of mass? | If you think that conservation of mass applies to macro-systems like the universe or micro-systems like atoms or elementary particles, you're mistaken. |
You might not remember this, but earlier, I changed the past with a D-Mail. | ... |
Kurisu... | Snap out of it. This isn’t like you. |
SERN's database uses an IBN 5100. | So? |
No, wait, you should be asking for a hug, right? | What kind of stereotype is that? |
Where am I? | Huh? |
We need a more persuasive message. Something that will prevent her from going to the shrine. | #000000 |
Even if a blue robot cat from the future were to jump out of your desk and give you a doorway to everywhere, you wouldn't use it? | I wouldn't. |
Impossible! How can you see where I'm looking!? | So you wereâ‘° looking. |
Of course I do. You made a hell of a first impression. | So did you. |
Of course! Mayuri's parents are so afraid of my insanity that they sent me their only daughter as a hostage! | Reported. |
And I am the one who will end your ambition! | Run away! |
I'd rather talk about something related. | You told me before that I could ask you anything. Remember? |
Ugh... | You killed me. |
No true scientist would accept a hypothesis that flimsy. | But there's a chance I'm right. |
Come on. I'll get you a new microwave. | I don't want to deny who I've been. Because even my failures are a part of who I am today. |
You told me so! Five hours from now, okay!? | Don't be ridiculous. I would never make such a baseless projection. |
Your accomplishments mean nothing to me. | What are you talking about? |
... | ...Hah!? |
So how come I can only leap 48 hours? | I don't know. Even I don't understand everything that's going on inside that thing. |
I'm not imagining anything. | Achoo! |
No jokes. I seriously need your help. | You time leaped, didn't you? |
Wha...! | Urushibara-san likes you. |
Indeed. Through the tireless efforts of my faithful lab mems, we have uncovered evidence that SERN is researching time travel. | ...Great. I shouldn't have asked. |
NAKABACHI! | NO! |
Heh, heh, heh. Assistant mine -- no, Christina! | I'm not your assistant, and I'm not Christina! |
Why is she only serious at times like this!? | A burden, huh... |
Oh? So you remember my true name. Indeed, I am Hououin Kyouma. | I was being facetious. |
Mayuri, when did you start calling Lukako 'Luka-chan' instead of 'Luka-kun'? | Cut it out already, Okabe! She's a girl! |
Whoa! | I said I was fine! What do you mean you won't give up!? Are you stupid? Wanna die? |
What contract? This is a lab, not a corporation! | I don't mind lending you my knowledge, but if there is more pervy nonsense involved, the answer is NO. |
Then I shall answer! The IBN 5100 is the key to unlocking SERN's most closely guarded secrets. | SERN? You mean... theâ‘° SERN? |
I am the insane mad scientist, Hououin Kyo-- | And here I thought you had ambition. |
What I desire is chaos. The time machine exists to bring chaos to the world. MUHAHAHAHA! | Never mind happiness. You're like a junkie hypersecreting <FONT incolor= |
No, it’s not that. It’s not... | Are you going to take something? I’ll bring you some water. |
Y-your techniques don't work on me, but I'll tell you anyway. That's no ordinary phone. It's designed to deactivate the moment it leaves my hand. Muhahaha! | ...So you talk to yourself. |
Get ready for a D-Mail! | #000000 |
No. You don't die. | Then there's no problem. This worldline has essentially guaranteed my survival. |
My true power... is the magic eye, 'Reading Steiner'! | Sounds to me like you've got a bad case of chuunibyou. |
After spending 120 seconds in the PhoneWave (name subject to change), the banana teleported back to the bunch gelified. We should consider that it returned to its state 120 seconds before. | Wrong. If it returned to its state 120 seconds before, it wouldn't be gelified. |
Yes. I have a difficult problem that requires... delicacy to resolve. | Delicacy? That's like the exact opposite of what anyone expects from you. |
Kurisu... | Jesus, it's cold! |
Have you finished the Time Leap Machine? | What are you talking about? I finished it yesterday after an all-nighter, remember? |
Hahh... Hahh... Hahh... Hahh... | Calm down! |
We've already established that the D-Mail arrives precisely when and where it's supposed to. | ...It's dangerous to accept that without verification. |
That doesn't even say what kind of email it is! | Hey. We don't have time for this nonsense. Let's just abbreviate it to 'D-Mail' and move on. |
You're an experiment-loving girl. You're not supposed to be... domesticâ‘°. | Can't I be a domestic experiment-loving girl? |
Hungry? | Sh-shut up! I haven't eaten anything since lunch. |
You're interested, aren't you? | ...Just a little. |
That you just sent a D-Mail! | Of course I remember. What are you... |
Very well. Speak! | Heh... you really are pompous. |
Yeah, you’re right. | ...Okabe? |
I’m sorry... | No, don’t worry about it. |
Is it possible that we form a wormhole? | No wormholes have ever been confirmed to exist. |