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I wish I was dead.

What was that, Balot?
Did you say something?

It's nothing, Shell.

I was just remembering how
you played during the Show today.

Everything went my way
when I was betting today.

And l think everything will
keep on going my way.

We're coming up
on Central Park.

If it turns out to be nothing,
we'll clear out.

That guy has been taking in runaways
at his house one after another.

Number of suicides, four.
Number gone missing, two.

If nothing happens to that girl,
we'll take it as a win.

Well, the real problem is whether she'll
consent to 09 like we want her to.

Target has altered course.
Maintain distance.

lf nothing happens, we can return
home without passing his car.

"If nothing happens," huh?

The world is more singed around the
edges than you think it is, Oeufcocque.

Right... I mustn't forget
to start the parking meter.

Everything that you have lost,
I will give back to you.

Does that mean
you will love me?

You asked the
perfect question.

The definition of love is "giving."
And love has a set of rules.

lf you obey the rules,
you will continue to be loved.

Why me?

You mustn't
harbor doubts.

Do you know what happens to girls
who forget the rules, Balot?

Oeufcocque, Turn for me.

Start recording audio
and video feeds.

I already am.

That's odd. I detect terror mixed in
with the odors coming from that car.

Explain that so folks without your
special nose can understand.

Both of them
are frightened.

The man, too?
Why?

It's almost like
a death wish.

He's planning to pull a
double suicide with that girl?

That is one
magnificent psycho.

Here comes another car¤

You had misgivings about
what you were given.

But that's all right,
Balot.

My life is rough, your life is rough.
Enough to make me want to die

No, my memories
really WILL die.

But they can leave something
tangible behind.

Like these blue diamonds I made
from those girls' ashes.

Stay just like that.
That's a beautiful sight.

And you're about to become something
even more beautiful.

A blue diamond. That's my solution
for girls who break the rules, Balot.

What the hell?
That's Boiled!

I can't believe he's
working for Shell.

The man's scent has changed.
It's now one of murderous intent.

Declare this to be a state of emergency
based on my sense of smell.

And do what?

Get moving!
Save the girl.

Why me?

Die, you bastard!
Drop dead!

You're scum!
You're nothing but trash¤

Drop dead!

Josh... Dish...

Wash...

Cash... Fish...

I don't want
to die...

What did I tell you? The world's
more singed than you think it is!

Try getting cooked in those
flames a little, Oeufcocque!

I would put out the flames before they
could cook me. That's my usefulness.

Are you in pain,
Mr. Shell?

It's the A10 surgery I had
when I was a kid.

When I feel stress, my brain
is hit with a wave of euphoria.

It was one of the slum
crime prevention measures,

...but they axed it
when they realized its flaw.

In my case, it causes
memory damage.

These Heroic Pills
are my substitute.

With these, there's no stress
or side-effects.

You know how to make the best
of misfortune.

Indeed I do.

That's what allows me
to overcome this ritual.

These beautiful blue diamonds let me climb
the stairway to greatness in this city.

All right,
I've stabilized her for the time being.

She might be my new partner.
Be gentle with--

He really did a number on her...

Do you think she'll choose 09?
Or to terminate life support?

Maybe we shouldn't tell her
about that second option.

So, what I smelled was memory suicide, eh?

In his mind, he probably sees killing a girl
along with his own memories as romantic.

Everyone dies alone.

It's not as if the death of another makes
your own death that much more valuable.

Why me?

Make your choice.

You have that right.

Or would I be
better off dead?

Is it all right
to keep living?

I don't want
to die.

You're awake,
I see.

I'm Dr. Easter.

I'm in charge of your repairs-- er, your
primary physician, I should say.

This is my hideout.
It used to be a morgue.

They say they stored 800 bodies here.
Can you believe that?

With 800 corpses to fiddle with,
I'm like a kid in a candy store.

Um, I'd feel a lot better
if you'd turn the lights back on.

Say "Ah."

Ah!

Hm, just as I thought...
Can you talk?

It was simple enough to regenerate your
sense of smell and eardrums, but this...

Well, I'll think of a way
to fix it soon enough.

Is there any pain or itching
in your skin?

We did a legally-prescribed Q&A with your
subconscious while you were comatose.

"Do you want to live?" "Do you wish to
exercise your rights?" That sort of thing.

And your subconscious chose 09.
Mardock Scramble 09.

That's an emergency ordinance
to preserve life...

...that gives special dispensation to use
technology that's otherwise forbidden.

I used to work at a military
space development site, you see.

I developed that new skin
of yours, too.

But the wars ended, and now I'm proving
my usefulness as an 09 case officer.

If I fail to do that, I'll be thrown into prison
for the crime of human experimentation.

That skin of yours is also
meant to protect you.

So... if you give your consent, your Life
Support Program will get underway.

Follow me? We want you to name us
as your case officers for this case.

- Whose case?
- Shell-Septinos.

He's a Show gambler, as well as
a shrewd casino manager.

He's behind this case.

He works under the auspices of a certain
huge conglomerate. October Corp.

They're our archenemy.

Enemy?

They're in a business that's allowed to use
banned technologies outside of 09 cases.

Amusements and pleasure.
That's October Corp's usefulness.

Shell is the man who launders
their dirty money.

We'll keep you safe.
We'll catch him.

The authorities will pay a reward for solving
the case, and we'll split it with you 50-50.

You'll begin a new life.
What do you say?

- What about the mouse?
- What?

The mouse. It was cute, talked,
and had golden fur.

You were conscious for that?
What amazing aptitude!

Come on out, Oeufcocque!
The lady wants to see you!

That half-cooked furball...

lt's impolite to scare
a lady, Doctor.

He was also developed
for space use.

He's a universal item, something
that can Turn into any object.

Good evening, young lady.
You don't have an aversion to mice?

If you do, I can turn
back into a radio.

I can become a radio, a television,
anything you care to name.

What are you blathering about?
We're talking about the case, not-

She's lost everything.

A little mental TLC is called for
first, don't you think?

What should I do?

You need me to...
agree to help you?

You catch on quick! Grab hold of
Oeufcocque there and think about Shell.

I'm amazed it took such
an accurate form.

That's the physical evidence
of your heart's desire.

Based on this, we'll take down Shell,
smash October Corp, and--

Hey, wait!

W-What the hell did you do that for?
Are you pining for him or something?

That's not it.

She hasn't cracked the shell
around her heart, that's all.

There are too many things
that cause her pain.

What are you
talking about?

We're the ones who
saved her life.

We have a responsibility to work
with her to find meaning in it.

My usefulness right now is to make sure
she doesn't choose to abandon that life.

So, how does it feel
to be reborn?

Like I woke up from
a long dream.

Memory preservation.

l have memories extracted, recorded,
and deleted from my head.

Apparently, my brain
would rot if l didn't.

Is there any chance of the
doctors copying the data?

Beats me. To me, it's all stuff
that happened in a dream.

Of course, new memories means that
everything is in place to make my deal.

The chips are my memories. And I have
you in my hand as my trump card.

To humans, memories are a precious,
irreplaceable thing.

But me, I'm fine
with being empty.

I'll be filled up later.

A vessel meant to be filled
with glory, that's me.

A Scramble 09
has been issued.

Rune-Balot?
Who's this girl?

A girl from your dream
that ought to be dead.

My dream?

The raw blue diamond material that I
thought was collected is alive and kicking?

A preliminary legal deal
has been struck.

Some filthy ambulance chaser
is behind this, I take it?

Oeufcocque-Penteano.
I've worked with him before.

He might have sniffed out
your deal.

That, or the woman caught his eye and
he decided to use her to come after me.

This is my game.
And it's yours, too.

In the event of the litigant's death
or disappearance,

...the case will be closed
as unresolved.

About the doctors...

It's definitely not a good idea for someone
other than me to hold my chips.

Understood.

It's strange. I can't remember that girl,
but one of my fingers is throbbing.

Was she so special that l wanted to
turn her into an engagement ring?

Memories of a woman... They're always
trying to destroy my brain.

She's nothing but
a mere woman...

A "mere" 20 gram bullet
will kill a man.

Get that ring
to me.

Can we put off
Balot's court appearance?

What do you mean? I just
sent in all our records!

You want me to put the egg back
in the shell after I've cracked it?

- The egg isn't fried just yet.
- Wha--?

You aborted the
file transfer?

Your aptitude is
something else.

But why? Do you want to stay
holed up in here forever?

If you don't fulfill your
courtroom obligations,

...all you can do is sit here and wait for
the bad guys to send hit men after you!

I have no one
on my side.

Is that your way of saying
that you can't trust us?

- I don't want to be betrayed.
- We'd never--

You've been peeking at me
this whole time.

You brought me back to life
and raped me.

Raped you?!

Ah, Doctor...
Um. Well.

Then allow me to provide
absolutely full disclosure.

Firstly, we gave top priority to
the preservation of your life.

However, we couldn't take you
to a hospital.

Your enemy would find you, and you
would be finished on the spot.

And that is where
I came in.

To save your life, my technology
was necessary. Agreed?

Secondly, it was necessary to give you
the ability to resist.

Ability to resist?

Self-defense techniques
and the ability to use a gun.

I don't want to become
a soldier.

While you were comatose, we presented
your subconscious mind...

...with all of our technology
and plans.

You chose your
current situation.

I've heard
that excuse before.

You men are always saying,
"You know you wanted it, too" to me.

I also know that you
aren't lying to me.

I'll leave you in Oeufcocque's
capable paws.

I know what I NEED to do,
but not how...

How to rebuild
a 15 year old girl's body...

...and how to get her to go to court.

So, what do you want
to do now, Balot?

The clothes she ordered
have arrived.

She says she wants to put them on
and go out and get lunch.

We'll also cancel her doctored ID
while we're out.

So you don't really want
to stay cooped up, huh?

The bad guys will
spot you.

It will be a good opportunity for her
to experience my usefulness firsthand.

Here, take this.

I applied with the Welfare Benefits Bureau.
Consider those your assets for now.

I don't know the PIN,
so ask Oeufcocque for it.

And here's your medicine.
Make sure you take it.

Patches of your skin
are still unstable.

Oh, and it's supposed to
get chilly again today.

Don't get careless
and catch a cold.

I'm praying that you learn to use
Oeufcocque properly without abusing him.

I think it's fine.

It's not too tight?

I am proud of my white lab coat...

but your clothes look as good.

So, shall we go?

Looks like our new client will be
telling us how things shouldl be.

I'm sorry
about earlier.

For what?

I hurt your feelings.

But thank you.
I'll repay you the money.

Um, stop using Oeufcocque's voice
when you talk, all right?

It's kinda creepy.

I can't remember what
my own voice sounds like.

You'll get it back.
One step at a time.

Stop that, Balot!

Do you feel threatened by the traffic lights?
To a life-threatening extent?

But you didn't stop me
last time.

I was observing
your self-control.

What about a seat belt?
Do you want to go on a high-speed joyride?

Why are you so angry all of a sudden?
Is it because l fiddled with the lights?

I'm not angry.

If someone is hit by a car because you
had tampered with the lights,

...you would be the one hurt,
not me.

Please don't be angry.

I want you to decide for yourself
which rules to obey.

You have a
high aptitude.

Don't say it
like that.

Sure.

I won't do it again.

I have no desire to force
rules on you arbitrarily.

When l tell you "No", it will be a
fundamental line that l will not cross,

...as well as a matter
of your safety.

And for my part, I would never do
something that I'd say 'No" to.

Can we agree on that as a promise
between the two of us?

Yes.

You're good with those.

Of all the girls, I was
the best at using these.

They said I was good
with my hands.

That I might be good at
digging up fossils and stuff.

If you ever want to do something in
the future, that would be wonderful.

I don't know. Maybe I just
can't think of anything else.

You should buy a few things
that strike your fancy.

Stop, Balot!

I'll keep watch out here.
Go on inside.

You were in there
a long time.

There was a camera
in there for peeping.

A camera to illegally perceive
women visually, eh?

Do you really get it?

At the moment, you're irritated as well
as embarrassed. Frustrated, as well.

- Those are the odors you are giving off.
- Odors?

Mice can tell what someone is feeling
by their smell. Didn't you know?

I know exactly how much I'd get paid
to appear on that camera willingly.

Ah. I don't know what you're feeling.
I'm not human, after all.

You're sweeter than a human.

There's a café upstairs.
We should be able to work there.

We have control of the Citizen ID
registration that Shell falsified.

According to this, you're a
19 year old bank employee.

He moves money by means of
fictional fund establishment forms.

This is clearly one of his
money laundering routes.

It is set to go into effect
if you access your file.

My death
is another trigger?

Yes, but when this case was established,
we were given the right to break into them.

I'll go through the items one by one.
Is that all right?

- Where is your older brother?
- In prison.

Your parents
are alive, correct?

Yes, but both are
in the hospital.

What school did
you attend?

I can't go to school here,
because I need my parents' signature.

Your parents, they--

They don't think of me
as their child.

I have all the documents
I need.

Now, if Shell's memories are
on file somewhere...

I can't take
any more of this...

You were very brave.

All we need to do now is send these
to the Ministry of Justice.

We're going to show people? Tell them
what my past was really like?

- Balot...
- Wait!

Please. Understand what
this is like for me.

How about thinking of it like this?
What we're doing is digging up fossils.

Even the most fearsome creatures
have turned to stone while sleeping.

The one who is really alive
in the here and now is you.

You want to hurt me
that badly?

I can delete the files. If that's the best
way for you to deal with the fossils.

But that would mess
everything up, wouldn't it?

If you tell me "No", I won't do it.

Go ahead,
Oeufcocque.

Do you think that I'm messed up?

Messed up? Why?

Because I'm a girl who takes money
from men and lets them touch her.

No. To my knowledge, many masculine
notions are built upon that sort of system

If you are "messed up," it means that
something much more significant is messed up.

Mind if I talk about myself a little?

Tell me all about it.

When the club I was working at
was shut down by the police,

one of the officers asked me something.

- Why be a prostitute, or all things?
- Because I'm not a virgin.

Is something funny?

And when did you give this
lucky fella your virginity?

Lucky? I didn't know you could
think of it that way.

To my father.
I was 12.

Don't you ever think about
touching your own daughter?

That's messed up.

I don't know what was
messed up about it.

I just knew that I didn't
have anyone on my side.

After that, Shell came
and he said he would love me.

That's why I got into
Shell's car.

Do you think I'm
messed up?

I don't know.

I'm merely a mouse whose intelligence
has been boosted to human levels.

There are those who would say
that I am "messed up".

You? Why?

To them, a being such as myself
is crazy.

I don't really understand
what I am, either.

I was created by the military's order, but the
research itself was destroyed.

At the moment, my existence
is tolerated, just barely,

...by my continuously proving
my usefulness to society.

That's why you're
helping me?

To get them to allow you
to live?

- What's wrong?
- I smell hostility. Several sources.

They must have traced back
that camera feed in the café.

- What do we do?
- Take me in your hand.

Do not worry.

I'm a universal item that was developed
to be the ultimate hand-to-hand weapon.

- They're coming this way!
- Thrust out the hand I'm on.

Why you!

Wha--?

All right, let's go back
to the parking garage.

Another group
is already here.

- Are we going to knock them out, too?
- No, if they don't try anything, we'll go home.

- You really think nothing will happen?
- A mouse can dream, can't he?

I never know if I can
count on you!

We can't have that, can we?
You're the witness to my usefulness.

Here they come.

See? Something IS happening!

Let's try having you evade them.
I'll feed you directions.

Fasten your seat belt
and floor the accelerator.

I've never driven before¤

There's a first time
for everything.

Good, we've evaded them
peacefully.

You call going the wrong way
down the street "peacefully"?

I can't very well Turn into a rocket
launcher and blow them to pieces.

- You can do that?
- lt's a crime!

I'd be destroyed
the very next day.

Now, let's ditch
the rest.

We've completely given that first bunch
the slip, but I'm getting a strange odor.

It's as if we're
being watched...

I request disclosure of information
between fellow case officers.

If you refuse, the public rental car agency
will testify as to your poor attitude.

What? What is he
talking about?

Fellow case officers negotiate in order
to reach a peaceful settlement.

Refusal to do so
reflects poorly at trial.

What will we do?

We'll speak with him
for a while.

Relax. As long as I'm here,
he won't do anything to you.

That's your user now,
Oeufcocque?

What is the information
you wanted to disclose, Boiled?

Revoke the Life
Support Program.

That's intimidation. You still consider
that to be a viable solution, do you?

Tell me what you will you do
in the event of the litigant's death.

All charges will
go forward unchanged.

You think killing her
will end this?

Are you scared?

If you don't want to die,
drop the suit.

Don't listen to him, Balot. If you give up,
there won't be anyone to protect you.

The summary hearing is in three days.
You'll find out the rest at the proceedings.

I'm looking forward to holding you
in my hand again, Oeufcocque.

Do you know
that person?

Dimsdale-Boiled.
He used to be my partner.

Your partner?

Now we're enemies.

I don't want
to die!

Have faith in me.
By protecting you, I'll prove my--

Why me?

You aren't messed up.

You haven't made any mistakes.
You haven't done anything wrong.

You haven't done anything
to deserve being killed.

I want to serve you as my user
and resolve your case.

My case?

That's right.

Will they ask about what happened
between me and my father at the trial?

They'll talk about what I did to men,
and what men did to me,

...the kind of lifestyle
my work let me lead,

...and say that these men
didn't do anything wrong.

I don't intend to let them pursue
that line of reasoning.

I want to help you two.
Do you believe me?

Yes.

I want an excuse. One that
convinces me that I'm not damaged goods.

I don't care if I die. But at the same time,
I don't WANT to die, either.

I don't want to die while
I'm feeling this way.

You've fought by yourself all this time.
That in itself is no mean feat.

What do you mean?

You've endured, even as you
were being forced to submit.

That is a difficult battle that calls for
courage and perseverance.

I'll fight at your side
from now on.

It may not be a manner
that you are familiar with.

But I also want you to understand
how we wage our battles.

That's your excuse?

I am the same as you. I'm on a quest
to understand who and what I am.

In this city, I'm casting
my own shadow on trouble...

...that's about to be
indelibly burned in.

There aren't any prospects
out there for me.

All the girls I know didn't
have any, either,

...and ended getting chewed up
and spit out by drugs or men.

All they want is an excuse
to keep living, even in such a situation.

- Love me, Oeufcocque.
- Look, I-- What?

Give me an excuse.
I want to be useful to you.

Even at the trial, I'll do
anything you tell me to do.

So please, love me.

W-Wait! Look, will that
give you closure?

I want to be loved by
someone like you.

You forced me to Turn?
You can crack my protection?

What am I to you?

Well, y-you're my client,
and the case litigant.

If you're dissatisfied with me,
contact the Ministry of--

I don't care about any of that!
I don't care!

Wait! Wait, wait!
Look! Look, I'm a mouse!

Do you think I can turn into a human male
if you wish hard enough? Well, I can't!

I know that! You're a sweet
little mouse.

Do you think
I'm messed up, too?

Look, do you think I'm
your pet or something?

"My new partner."

You said that here. You looked at me
and said I would be your new partner.

You were aware of your surroundings
in the state you were in?

That's an
extraordinary quality.

Perhaps that is why my Snark capabilities
adapted themselves to you so well...

Um... I make a great many demands
of the humans who use me.

That's what caused me to turn against
my former partner.

If you would like to be my partner
while being my client at the same time...

I'll do anything you say.
I'll even appear in court.

Well, it's not like I don't sense there
will be some differences of opinion...

Still, put 'er there,
Partner.

Balot. Please call me
by name.

Ah. I look forward to working
with you, Balot.

I'm Oeufcocque. I'm licensed
as an 09 case officer.

The Ministry of Justice thinks
of me as human, but--

I think you are, too.

Fits perfectly.
Did you pick it out, Balot?

She says it was her condition for
appearing in court, Doctor.

If she didn't like my clothes,
she should have mentioned it earlier.

Oops, that's not good.
I need examine you again.

I tell you, systems that are in the middle of
development are such a pain in the ass...

What are you up to?

I've been trying out different
ways of restoring Balot's voice.

You don't want to be stuck using
substitutes forever, right?

W-What was that all about?

I'm not sure.

In addition to joy, she also smelled
of negative emotions and fear.

You don't suppose she's beginning to have
misgivings about our usefuless, do you?

Hang on, look at this.

This is...

a human trait that we can interpret
as an expression of affection, right?

We can indeed, Oeufcocque.

She seems to have taken
quite a shine to us, wouldn't you say?

You simply press three buttons.
Yes, No, or Silence.

You can refuse to let
anyone take notes.

You clean up nicely,
Easter.

You'd make my life easier if you
dressed like this all the time.

Let's go over her outfit next. She's a little
too pretty, if you know what I mean.

She can't give the impression
that she seduces men.

Mr. Shell had no intent
of causing her any harm.

And even if he had, why did
she offer no resistance?

In light of what she
has lost, we--

I want to convince myself that
I'm doing this for you.

These are just the proceedings.
The real fight will come afterwards.

It is at this point that we must
discuss certain shocking matters.

When she was even younger
than she is now,

...this woman engaged in sexual relations
with her own father.

Isn't that right,
Rune-Balot?

This line of questioning is
completely irrelevant, Your Honor!

Yes.

Was it initiated
by your father?

Yes.

Did you offer resistance?

No.

Why didn't you resist?

She doesn't need
to answer that!

"I loved my dad."

You loved him
as a man?

No.

You engaged in relations not just once,
but multiple times?

Yes.

Upon learning of
your relationship,

...your older brother perpetrated violence
against your father, did he not?

Yes.

Do you understand why your
brother was so enraged?

Can she handle this?

"Because he loved me."

As a woman?

No.

As a result of this assault, your father was
left severely handicapped, was he not?

Yes.

- Did you visit your father afterwards?
- Yes.

Do you still
love him?

Silence.

Do you love your father
as a man?

I don't know how to love
my family anymore.

Do you believe that you are to blame
for what happened to your family?

Yes.

That went well. She was calm and
composed and clearly injured.

Let's go into the next hearing like this
and score some points.

Let's go, Balot.

The full details will be available at the
next hearing, and that's when I'll go to work.

What?!

If you're going to back down,
now is the time.

You aren't a suitable user
for Oeufcocque.

I suggest you have him explain to you
how I go about resolving cases.

You were very brave
in there, Balot.

Teach me how you two
fight your battles.

Yeah?

Take me to the company.
I have a payment.

- What company is that?
- The livestock company.

You must be Mr. Boiled!
The boss told me to expect you.

Go on in.

Welcome to the
Bander snatch Company.

I'm Rare the Hair. It's a pleasure
to meet you, Mr. Tough Guy!

This way please,
Mr. Boiled.

Let's dispense with the business
pleasantries of shaking hands.

I'm Medium the Fingernail.
That's my working name.

Provide confirmation.

The fingers of
five neurosurgeons.

And I helped myself to the pinky
of one woman.

Medi, I'm done stacking
the crates.

This is Mincemeat
the Wink.

Mince, show the man
your cut of the take.

Do you share our...
interests?

For confirmation.

Right here! Doctors' eyes are
surprisingly romantic, aren't they?

Aren't they sparkly?

Such a naughty boy you are,
Mincie!

These are mine. They don't have
very nice skin and hair.

Doctors lead such
hectic lives.

- What about the exam files?
- This way.

Hi! I'm Flesh the Pike!

I'd be more than happy
to let you cop a feel!

- The files.
- Here.

This disk is the now only copy of the
brain treatment data in question.

Did you discard anything
from the bodies?

Not a thing! Transplants,
experiments, food...

The only thing we discard is the nothingness
that's left after the life fades away.

Does your boss also use
transplanted parts?

Yes, a very special part. Boss?

Send him in.

Hello, Mr. Boiled.

I'm Welldone the Pussyhand.

I only rarely transplant
items from my collection.

I'm looking for "the one,"
that perfect part.

A perfect pussycat,
one that's tight and sensitive...

Your payment.

This is our next target,
I take it?

Two 09 case officers and
the Security Organization are guarding her.

I love it!
Look at those fingers!

Such lovely skin, I want it!
I want it so badly!

Her eyes are so clear...
They're like an angel's!

How adorable... I want to give them
hormone injections every day...

...and plump them up
little by little!

Very nice. Now let's see
the inside.

She might be a pussycat
worthy of my right hand.

The five doctors were a test,
and she's the real thing, isn't she?

So, which of her parts
do you want?

Give me the nothingness that's left
after her life fades away.

No, Balot!
This is where I draw the line!

I'm sorry, I won't pick you up
by your tail ever again.

I don't even like to talk about it!

I feel like my very personhood
is being rejected!

If it means so much to you,

why don't you keep your tail
tucked away in your pants?

It's all that stupid Doctor's fault!

"Your pants are bulging out in back!
Did you drop a load or something?"

How dare he talk about
my magnificent tail like that!

Don't laugh, I'm begging you.

Don't be mad.

I'm not angry.

Let's sort out your clothes instead
of obsessing over my trousers, shall we?

Unlike me, you don't have proper
body hair, so you'll catch cold.

Okay.

This suit offers protection against heat,
cold, and impact.

It also amplifies your Snark abilities.

It's not very stylish.

You can alter the suit's design at will.

Look, you can fuss over your
outfit later, all right?

Okay, in theory, you should be
able to Snark your own body...

...and accelerate it to where it moves
at the speed of your senses.

All right, try firing off
a few rounds.

You don't need to think.
Simply sense.

Nicely done. The idea was for you to
just use one round per ball, though.

Understood.

Next, try shooting
while you're moving.

These are spherical targets!

I can't believe she's skewering them
with 100% accuracy and zero ricochets!

It's from the
public prosecutor.

He says that Shell's five neurosurgeons
disappeared at the same time.

It's all right.
I'm not afraid.

I'll go talk it over with them to
see if this provides grounds...

...to raise your Life Support Program
to maximum level.

Make arrangements for a
new hideout, as well.

Sure. They won't attack
while I'm gone, will they?

The Security Organization has
personnel stationed here.

That should keep us safe
for the night.

I hope you're right.

Well, I'm off. Make sure you do
whatever Oeufcocque says, Balot.

Can I shoot some more?
lt makes me feel better.

Fine, but nothing strenuous.

Did Shell eliminate
those doctors?

It's probably related
to Shell's business dealings.

This has increased the likelihood that
Shell's memories are stored somewhere.

- Who will attack us?
- Unknown. It's not certain they will.

- If they do?
- Leave it to security.

And if the security people
are eliminated?

We'll repel them ourselves.

Do we kill them? Should I
shoot them like this?

We will defend ourselves
as long as is necessary.

But it will NOT be
to kill them.

- Would you like to rest?
- I'm fine. Just a little more.

Why didn't she offer
any resistance?

Security status?

Phone lines, Security Organization
channels, all are locked down.

I'm done here,
too, Well.

This is child's play. I'm making myself
some coffee right now.

We'll hit the target once we're done
tidying up after the pigs.

My pig is packed up.

My heart is pounding,
like this was our first night...

Mine is, too. Let's hurry up
and bring her back.

I smell terror.
And death.

Are you ready
for this?

Embrace me.
Hold me tight.

Thermal signatures in the
north bathroom and the first floor.

Medi, check it out.

Fleshie, who's in here?

They're waiting for you
with their gun drawn.

Let's see who's faster,
tough guy!

What the hell?

Flesh! What am I
looking at here?

Let's see who's faster,
tough guy!

What's wrong, Medi?
Well, l can't reach Medi!

It was nothing.
Nobody was here.

Will continue search
for target.

- You want me to get in this, Fleshie?
- That's right.

- Medi and the others found the target?
- That's right.

- Send me the floor plan.
- That's right.

Shithead!

Well! Fleshie's been hacked!

Well!

I'll fuck them! I'll gouge your eyes out
and skull-fuck the empty sockets!

What have I done?!
Mincie!

Explain to me this instant why Mincie
was here and not the target, Flesh!

You fat bastard!

Where are you hiding, hacker?!
You picked the wrong person to mess with!

You think this crap
is clever?

I'll have you raped by pigs,
you shithead!

Remote control?

You're DEAD!!

I'll have the pigs
rape you!

I smell death!
Get clear!

Are you all right?

I don't want to be turned
into a fireball again.

Is the last of our prey
nearby?

Don't talk like that.
Are you enjoying this?

I'm doing what you taught me
to do, that's all.

- I didn't--
- Don't worry.

I'll pull it off.

Flesh!
Everyone, respond!

Show me your ass, I dare you!
I'll use these to make it mine!

What?!

Stop it!
Observe basic tactics!

- This is what it was like.
- Balot?

All those men, this is how
they felt all the time.

Don't do this.
Please! Don't abuse me! Stop--

It'll be all right,
Oeufcocque.

I will be gentle.

It's no use,
I can't reach anybody!

Everyone is-- I don't believe it!
This can't be happening!

This is abuse.
His user has gone rogue.

We're finished here.

I'll rape you, scumbag!

I'll rape you, garbage!

I'll rape you!

You're nothing
but scum!

Die, scum!

Oeufcocque? Talk to me!
What's the matter?

Say something,
Oeufcocque!

- Oeufcocque!
- Please, let go of me...

D-Don't touch me, please...

Oeufcocque? What's wrong?
Oeufcocque!

Stop it.
He's coming...

Run to the roof!

Come back to my hand,
Oeufcocque.

That girl and I aren't the
least bit different.

She's nothing
like you!

Run, Balot...

He threatened me so much,
I felt my life was in danger.

I won't run!

- It's no use, he's--
- Please! Understand how I feel.

Didn't he tell you?

You and I are both monsters created
from the same forbidden technology!

Oeufcocque!

It's a defense mechanism
against those who abuse him.

Oeufcocque has
rejected you.

You're wrong, Boiled...

Why? Why do you tolerate
this user's abuse?

Oeufcocque...

I'm sorry, Oeufcocque.
I'm so sorry.

Don't go! Stay here
in my hand!

Please, Oeufcocque...

Please...

Sorry about that... It's a kind
of rejection response.

Don't worry,
I'll get over it soon.

We need to buy ourselves
a little time up here.

Watch out. He'll come up
the side of the building.

He did that earlier, too...

Pseudo-gravity. It can also deflect
the trajectory or bullets.

I should have
told you sooner.

It was my mistake.

I didn't want to tell you about
his body if I could avoid it.

For the same reason that you don't wish
to discuss your past with others...

You really are sweet.
I don't want to hurt you anymore.

It's all right.
You won't hurt me.

He's coming!

You have to... Turn me...

Hurry...

Use me...

Protect yourself...

This gun is what you were
back then.

You were created with me
to bring as much...

...nothingness into the world
as possible.

Oeufcocque.

That is the answer to the
question of our existence.