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The heavenly sea

This is my... This is my...

We've gotten a little smarter.

story about losing track of a lot of things.

In the sea of heaven, the moon is a boat

Solve the mystery!

More of them unfold!

That rows till it hides, in a forest of stars

The case is over.

We have much to take care of...

We...

Me?

More human than before!

A story about humans better understanding themselves.

A roundabout, and detour, too.

A side trip, too.

Human foolishness.

We know we need everything.

The answer is always in front of us.

The answer is the world itself!

The answer is in the question.

Before I knew it, the story began.

The ending is already decided.

If we can change the past,

the present is already an altered future.

I knew about everything.

I couldn't understand what it meant at all.

Arriving here...

It took quite a while.

But all of that was necessary!

Until this moment...

Until I understood what was happening in front of me...

And this is how...

The story begins!

Go! Go! Go!

A haunted house?

You know the one. That western-style mansion built at the top of the tunnel by the cape.

No one should have been there since the start of the month, but it seems like that's not the case.

A burglar?

Or a homeless person squatting as they please?

What exactly makes it seem like people have been there?

Apparently, the lights flicker and you can hear noises late at night.

The management company looked into it, but there were no signs of trespassing.

The breaker was shut down, too.

And there were no signs of gas or electricity usage.

So—the story went out of hand,

and now rumors are spreading about the ghost of a girl who hanged herself, and a blood-sucking vampire.

There are curious fools who went out on tests of courage and got arrested,

and also those who got into nearby traffic accidents.

The police warned the management company to be careful.

That's why they got Gramps to investigate, then.

It is time, once more, for Outaki Factory to shine!

From plumbing, blackouts, and mysterious phenomena...

to ghosts, aliens, and espers. We'll handle it all in the snap of a finger!

We're nothing more than a backstreet workshop.

Have we ever once seen a ghost?

Our ghost radar—doesn't it only pick up radio signals?

If visible, it'll show on the visual spectrum. Or if they give off heat, it'll be picked up by the infrared.

As for strange noises and mysterious lights, where there is an effect, there is a cause.

We're standing around waiting for a miracle to happen.

If a miracle ever happened, it's a story of a time long past.

They don't happen and that's why they're called miracles.

There was a major renovation around the time when the owner disappeared 50 years ago.

And the management company maintains the place every two months.

Is that your intuition?

The files say so.

The owner likes to travel.

From London, to Bombay, Auckland, and Cairo...

Their range of interests is broad, and their personality difficult to put succinctly.

The files mentioned his personality, too?

One look around will tell you.

Paleontology...

Natural history... no, morphology.

Molecular biology, organic chemistry...

Evolutionary development biology?

Non-Euclidean geometry and topology, too.

Category theory... and abstract algebra!?

Folkore and archaeology...

He can't hold his attention in one place, that's for sure.

Slim body, around this tall.

His pattern of employment? Likely sporadic.

And they hid something before they died.

Dead how? Aren't they just missing?

This is the power of reasoning.

What follows inner silence is accurate interpretation.

Throwing darts, then.

I'll guess what you had for dinner, if you doubt me.

We ate chicken katsu just earlier!

I'll guess your lunch in two weeks.

You can guess that much. A waraji katsu at Mitsuyo!

Something on Brazil's new menu for me.

You really like the set menus there, huh?

Blame the red tide.

The local fish is no good because of it, so everyone's eating meat.

Mitsuyo will be packed. Their chicken katsu? Sold out.

We wander the streets, awry and ill at ease.

And there, we see the light—Brazil,

who, by then, with jealousy of Mitsuyo's success,

formulate their new menu...

The hell you talking about?

A hidden room...

A water tank?

Don't tell me they were raising mermaids?

This is it.

A crystal radio?

Where's the power coming from?

Crystal radios work by converting the energy of the radio waves it receives into sound.

Thus, it doesn't need a power source.

The question is, where is this broadcast coming from?

Look at that, Yun.

A crocodile-shark.

Normally, Kiheiji would be at the top—with Tametomo on his boat and a tengu flying around him...

Well, tengu can be birds too, I suppose.

Kaiju, Kaju... Bringers of Calamity.

"The kaiju—indignant in his rage. His eyes, before the one hundred-metal tempered mirror, flood crimson red."

"His fangs—in his mouth they spring forth alike a thousand swords..."

Good on you for being so studious, Miss.

A major in literature, I assume?

Oh, no—I'm a science major.

I see.

"Koshira"?

A signal?

It's a well-known phenomenon. Street lamps under high-voltage lines can turn on by themselves.

The source of this crying is producing a signal that the lights are reacting to.

A creature that emits radio waves? Like an electric eel?

Anyway, it's flying around the sky emitting this signal, and we're currently chasing after it.

It's headed towards the ocean?

An accident.

What should we do?

Let's go back and make a detour.

Roger.

We are stopping for a brief moment to handle the current incident.

We apologize for the inconvenience. Please bear with us.

I'm gonna be late...

Misakioku. Misakioku.

This is the last stop.

Please depart here if you are headed to the Old Tsuguno District Bureau Nigashio Lighthouse.

Yikes... One every two hours, huh?

You must be the one Professor Sasamoto recommended!

Our apologies for making you come all the way here today.

My name is Yamamoto. I work for Old Tsuguno District's Management Bureau.

I'm Kamino Mei.

I'm sorry. I don't have a business card.

It's fine. Don't worry about it.

I heard Professor Sasamoto is in Hawaii.

Indeed, he went away for an international conference.

Sorry about that. I'm his substitute.

Hawaii sounds just grand.

I want to travel abroad myself, but I'm tied to taking care of this place.

Let me take a look.

This machine is old so it messes up on occasion.

Seems it worked just fine this time.

Right...

There are regulations for photo proportions, you see.

This building seems rather old, if I may say so.

We touched up on parts of it, but the building itself was built pre-war.

This will do.

Now then, come this way.

An alarm? What for?

I wish we knew ourselves.

It was installed in this building a long time ago, but this is the first time it's gone off.

We hurried up and dug up the manual,

which stated that the alarm received a sort of special signal that we must investigate.

At any rate, we often seek consultation from Professor Sasamoto, who is our go-to whenever we need specialized knowledge.

And so here I am in his stead.

This situation falls under Part 1 of Section 1 in the manual...

"1: Warning Lamp (1) When the light flickers, immediately call for an expert to check the output from system #5.

Refer to diagram (3) to confirm the identity of the signal."

"2: Once the identity of the signal has been confirmed, submit the report to (E), and continue monitoring the situation."

Huh...

Clue me in on this special signal?

Over here.

Music?

28 hours have passed since we started recording, and the same song has been playing in a loop.

It's a Showa...

Or, a pop song from Asia, should we say.

Whatever it is, the song triggered the alarm for the first time in decades.

It says to submit a report if this diagram matches the music.

Do you recognize it?

The lot of us here couldn't fathom the meaning of this diagram.

A power spectrum, maybe?

I think our next step is to discern its frequency components.

Hm... It's similar, but it also isn't.

There's way too much noise.

Without some sort of specification, we can't measure our results to any degree of accuracy.

I see.

What's the origin of the signal?

As for that... I have no clue.

That cable is the only thing that's connected.

Where does it lead to?

There was a wiring diagram when we replaced the room's equipment five years ago, but...

It's not included here.

It's quite late, but should we try contacting the contractor who was in charge?

Outaki Factory?

We lost it.

End of the road, then.

What should we do? Head back?

What's wrong?

The song that was playing at the mansion...

It seems to be transmitted from there.

Misakioku Radio Observatory, huh?

I think we did contract work for them a few years back.

Hey—wait!

All I want is a glimpse.

A glimpse at what, exactly!?

We've been found out already?

What's wrong?

Misakioku... It's from this facility.

Ah—a security camera? Or a drone?

Or could it be... a geostationary satellite?

Hello. This is Outaki Factory.

Oh, hello! Um.

I'm calling from Misakioku's, um, monitor room.

I'd like to ask you about a weird signal that we need to track.

Ask us?

That's right...

We assume Outaki Factory is in charge of this.

How'd you find that out?

How, you say...? The instructions said so.

Instructions? From who?

It's written right here, plain and simple.

Are these orders from someone else?

That goes without saying.

I'll listen to your demands.

Huh?

You say "demands" as if, it's, um...

It's the machine that I want to ask about. How should I put this...

Do we have a model number?

Let's see... JJ...

JJ!? Jet Jaguar...

What are you scheming?

JJSX Type 1.

JJSX?

That's probably the model number of the communication cable we delivered.

So it was just a coincidence. Phew.

Me with the overthinking and groundless suspicion.

Hello. It's Outaki Factory again.

How can I help you?

Were you even listening!?

Can we have a moment?

What are you doing here this late?

Oh, we're... observing radio signals.

Is he your friend?

Well, yes...

That hurt.

They hung up.

What was up with them?

It's been a long evening, so let's call it a day and resume this tomorrow.

It's this late already!?

We can call a cab for you.

And now from our news centre. Matsuo, over to you.

Outaki Factory...

Got it.

Industrial robots and supplements...

Accounting software and artificial intelligence?

What an eccentric company.

I wonder if this was the guy I spoke to.

He's a programmer?

Winner of a world competition and a standout in cutting-edge projects?

That's quite a resume.

Assistant AI Naratake?

"We'll help you with your computer needs."

You can download it now for free!

Arikawa Yun, and Katou...?

It's Haberu.

Haberu... What work do you do?

Um... I'm a company employee.

We're a jack of all trades. Unemployed, more or less.

We're asking you, not him.

It's more accurate to ask me.

Arikawa Yun. 24 years old.

What would you like to know?

Who are you?

Arikawa Yun.

I'm asking about you—the one speaking right now.

I'm a program that Arikawa Yun wrote.

We would prefer to speak to the man himself. Directly.

Understood.

What he says should be more accurate, though.

Human memories and reasoning are unreliable.

This is your own memory, isn't it!?

Hey!

We're heading back! Haberu! Yun!

Chief!

Let them go.

A radio signal from Misakioku?

Intriguing.

It struck me as a strange place when I installed some equipment there before.

They're probably STETI.

STETI?

Those jokers! The ones who're always lookin' for alien signals!

You mean SETI.

Search For Extraterrestrial Intelligence.

S-E-T-I. SETI.

"The search for lifeforms beyond Earth."

That's exactly what I said, STETI!

They've always been waitin' for messages from aliens to pop up.

That makes the origin of your strange signal a UFO!

UFO?

Get crackin' with finishing up Jet Jaguar!

We're goin' to protect world peace!

I couldn't pinpoint any antennas that could communicate with space...

We got a request for maintenance from Misakioku.

Go tomorrow and probe around for anything suspicious.

What do you mean "suspicious"?

You can figure out that much! Suspicious means suspicious!

(Indian Folk Songs C...

Indian Folk Songs

Composition : Unknown Lyrics : Unknown

India?

Based on the above, evolution has fundamentally progressed in such a way that reduces symmetry.

Between two types of symmetry—radial and bilateral—the former is more symmetrical,

and with earlier lifeforms being spherical, it is natural to conclude that asymmetrical evolution is completely natural...

Huh?

What is this?

Narata... ke?

That thing from yesterday.

I'd prefer if it was in Japanese...

Please allow speaker and microphone access.

Yes or no?

How'd it pick up my speech even though I didn't grant access to my mic?

Can I really trust this dodgy software to begin with?

First question.

It's a virus, I knew it!

I am not a virus.

I am Naratake, the communication support AI.

Do you wish to uninstall me if you are concerned?

Of course.

I do not have the capability to delete myself.

Then why did you ask?

I am a high-spec artificial intelligence equipped with personality.

Uninstall me and you will be cursed.

Curse me how, exactly?

For example, you will cry at night, feel nervous, and get cold chills.

I guess this is farewell.

No way! You're horrible!

Please give me one more chance!

It sure is a pain to delete...

Please designate my name.

Your name?

Name, huh...

Pero 2.

I'm Pero 2! Nice to meet you!

Upon checking this PC's storage, it seems there is not much space for me.

I will go ahead and arrange the data on your PC.

Well, you got awfully good at Japanese out of nowhere.

Registered user: Kamino Mei.

Searching public databases and social networks.

Writing profile!

It seems you pose no potential risk to society.

Well yeah—

Can you tell me the origin of my name?

The name of a dog I raised before. His name was Pero.

I see!

Well, it is pleasure to meet you, Kamino Mei!

Pleasure to meet you...

Excuse me.

May I come in?

What the hell is that?

It's Jet Jaguar!

It's our robot currently in development.

He's a tough one, y'know.

U-Um. My name is Satou, from Misakioku.

I'm here for what we discussed yesterday...

I hear ya.

Oi, Habel!

One hundred twenty-one, one hundred twenty-two...

One hundred twenty-three...

He ain't listening.

Hey, kid!

What is it?

This is Satou-san from Misakioku.

It's about what we discussed yesterday.

Go over now take a look now!

'Kay.

Jet Jaguar, huh...

I heard that old man is quite the eccentric.

He's been immersed in the occult since his younger days,

and he's even gotten collared into lawsuits after making a constant fuss over aliens and molemen.

Even recently, he's been sinking money into that robot he's building for the sake of protecting Earth or something.

Why is Misakioku dealing with such an old coot?

The man's lunacy aside, his skill as a technician is supposedly second to none.

He's world-renowned, and all the patents to his name prove it.

He even has ties with foreign countries?

Yeah. I was curious enough to check his involvement with Misakioku.

But his involvement went as far as the installation of a communications cable and nothing else...

Hardly relevant to us, then.

Underground?

Seems so, according to these papers.

It's connected from the underground via a signal cable.

As for this machine, it looks like we had no involvement in its installation.

Nothing else has been recorded aside from that.

Can we help with anything else?

No—that will be all.

Everything about this just screams "suspicious."

I have to wait two hours?

I was hoping for an early finish today...

Guess I'll call a cab.

Huh? Kamino?

That you, Kamino Mei?

Who're you?

We went to the same high school!

Oh! Babel!

Hey, sweep that name under the rug!

Do you work here?

No way! I'm still a grad student.

I'm here running errands for my prof.

You waiting for a bus?

Want a ride?

All right!

You were the one who called yesterday!?

It was a strange call. Who the heck was that?

My partner.

Well, that's the kinda guy he is.

Get your act together. You guys are in the service industry!

Gotta choose your friends wisely, they say.

That's rich, coming from you.

Or have you finally gotten yourself together?

Me?

I've always had my act together!

Speaking of, you still dabbling in that stuff? The research about fantastical creatures?

Sure am.

Like, fish that can swim through time.

Or butterflies that can flutter through 4D space.

Is there money in that?

It's about exploring the nature of this world.

To better understand the world, you need to learn about what doesn't exist within it.

From the underground?

Do we have underground space?

"Having" is one way of putting it.

Oh, right.

How long has it been since you joined us?

About three months, I'd say.

That's perfect.

I'll show you something interesting, so how about you tag along for a bit?

Sure...?

This might have been their doing all along.

Right.

Look at its weird face!

Jet Jaguar?

How lame!

So lame I could die!

I'm dyiiiing!

Hey, Gramps. Aren't we protecting the galaxy's peace?

Slow and steady. First, we do our people a service.

A bird?

It's an airplane!

That low?

Isn't it a drone?

Hey, Yun!

A miracle?

They rarely happen, and that's why they're called miracles.

What even is this place?

You also skipped the part about wearing a protective suit.

Well, just wait and see.

You are the diligent type who's always eager to take on more work, no?

Were you told that at your previous job?

You know, this place officially does not exist.

It was built back when this was still a military base and has been deserted since, its existence forgotten by society.

That is why—you are currently not here.

Nor have you seen anything.

What on earth...!?

"To the cold wind, autumn leaves topple."

"Now you are but a cuckoo—in Komagata."

"A season unremembered as it is unforgotten."