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No...

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No... No... No... No...!

These are all completely wrong!

That's all we have on record.

It's a memory of something you saw for a split second...

right before you blacked out.

One more time. Slowly.

From the beginning.

I told you.

It's not on this list!

The thing that attacked me...!

The monster story again?

Examine the crime scene closely!

We can go right now, if you'd like!

We went over every last bit of data recorded...

by your home's surveillance system and by your Entourage...

to see if there was anything to support your statement...

but found nothing.

It's a conspiracy!

The Security Bureau must have erased any data they didn't like beforehand.

This is a betrayal of the Intelligence Bureau!

No, of the Administrative Bureau!

Vital Sign Report. Heart rate is rising.

Mind your own business!

Please, try to calm yourself.

You are the Regent's granddaughter.

Don't patronize me, you bastard.

And being his granddaughter makes you a suitable target for attack...

by immigrants who lack complete control of their emotions.

For instance...

this man, who was found last night collapsed...

lying near your home.

What were you doing there?

Tell us yourjustification again following standard procedure.

Well...

I was there because someone reported seeing an infected AutoReiv.

There is no way to confirm the facts.

But it's true.

If you take a look at the facility's records...

Vincent Law.

He also reportedly had growing personal feelings for you.

Could he have been your stalker?

Stalker?

You think he'd have the guts?

This is a waste of time.

One more time, from the start. This is a waste of time.

One more time, from the start.

Registration number 0724FGARK...

A fellow citizers face, face, face...

I work for the AR Processing Facility...

Confession of a Fellow Citizen

And they said your new home will be ready in 6 hours.

In that case, I want to stop by the Central Mall.

I'll go on a shopping rampage and get some shoes, a belt...

pants, shampoo...

hair rinse, face-lotion, and a toothbrush.

No, no!

I know you want to find an outlet for your frustration...

but first we need to go to Daedalus's place.

They said you need an official note from the doctor...

in order to return to the Intelligence Bureau.

It's a scratch. Nothing to worry about.

It's notjust your physical health.

It may have had an effect on your mind.

You've had quite a shock.

Give me a break!

How can you say that...

when there's nothing from last night recorded in your head?

What's wrong?

Re-I, cheer up.

Your home looks like it was practically blown up.

It's a miracle you escaped with such minor injuries.

I was worried about you.

Even after all you've been through...

you sure are tough.

So how's the murder investigation going?

Oh, about that...

How can you remove me from my responsibilities?

The order came from above. They said you were injured.

You mean this scratch?

No. It's from the Security Bureau.

I think the report stated there was a bit of a problem...

regarding your mental condition, as a result of the shock from the event.

A pathological lying effect.

That sounds like something they'd think up.

Re-I, settle down. Your heart-rate...

Mind your own business!

Then, how do you explain...

what happened at the old lmmigration Bureau facility yesterday?

Those marks werert left by an AutoReiv.

Yesterday? What are you talking about?

I don't believe it!

They've even erased his record of the investigation.

In order for you to return to work...

we need to see a psychiatric evaluation from your doctor.

Dr. Daedalus, right? I envy you.

The head of the Health & Welfare Bureau as your general practitioner.

The Citizens Health & Welfare Bureau...

You see...

you'll receive a kiss from the Prince and you'll be all better.

Is that so?

Very well then.

Do I have an appointment?

He said you're welcome any time.

Wait. Where are you going all of a sudden?

Take care.

The Security Bureau's recklessness.

The Intelligence Bureau's silence.

Iggy is being tampered with.

They're all connected to the monster.

The points are forming a line.

That's right, isn't it, Grandfather?

This was the escape route we predicted...

so it's completely off course.

It came back to the city even after making it all the way...

to the lmmigrant District in the outer block.

So the Proxy really was coming for Re-I.

I was not expecting you to say that.

Any signs or traces left by the Proxy at the scene...

were completely eliminated after we recorded them.

We've also lifted the restrictions placed on Re-I Mayer.

We can't ask the Regent for any more time.

If we're done with the formal questioning...

we can release the immigrants as well.

They aren't suspects.

Confirmed.

Would you like to see the girl's statement?

No.

She simply suffered from a case of temporary insanity...

as a result of the stalker attack...

and was unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

As is often the case with humans, isn't it?

For added insurance...

I arranged for her to submit a written psychiatric evaluation...

from her doctor as a condition for her release.

Beautiful.

Now, no one will believe her testimony about what she saw.

The secret of the proxy takes priority above all else.

Yes sir.

It's a psychological war.

She may be the Regent's granddaughter, but we can't let her interfere.

Very well then...

I'll have them continue with their search for the proxy.

Yes.

Does it hurt?

It's OK. Thanks.

You're making far too much of it.

In any case, thank goodness you're safe.

I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you.

It's not that big a deal.

But if you really feel that way, I wish you'd believe me.

"... highly suggest a case of phantastic pseudologia"?

There's nothing I can do.

All the same, Daedalus...

Do you understand what it must feel like...

not having anyone who'll believe me?

I see.

I saw the monster with my own eyes.

I want to believe you.

That's why I'd like to check your mind outjust a little.

It's not a delusion.

Believe me!

Re-I!

I understand now.

Even I can't tell anymore, what's real and what's a dream.

I wonder if you're confusing your memories.

It'll take some time for us to set everything up...

but, let's run a brain scan before we do counseling.

Will you be all right?

If you say so, Daedalus.

We'll start setting up immediately.

Specimen?

Proxy...

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Oh, no problem.

I can't wait for you to meet him.

He's utterly adorable.

All right then. I'll go on ahead.

Everything is ready for us to leave now.

You startled me...

Application on.

How did it go?

Physically, I'm fine.

Mentally, it all depends on their report.

All right, then let's go to the mall!

But first there's something I want to look up.

Go right ahead.

Connect me to the main intelligence bank.

Connected.

Enter the word...

"proxy".

Connection terminated.

Forced cut of the Turing application from language field.

Unrecognizable word string.

Would you like to re-enter?

I knew it.

Application on.

So, Re-I, what would you like to look up?

Forget about it.

What's with you?

Hold on a sec.

It's an emergency call from your Grandfather.

He's monitoring lggy.

It's about what happened yesterday.

Shall we go after we do our shopping?

Let's go. There's no escaping it.

We were discussing you.

I'm sorry.

I apologize for ignoring your calls these past few days.

That's all right.

The problem we need to talk to you about is...

Proxy.

Your negligence in following investigation procedures.

There are times when cooperation with the Security Bureau is...

more important than your own ego.

What's a proxy?!

Re-I, I can't understand if you won't tell me anything.

Are you ignoring me?

It's because I'm getting to the heart of the matter, isn't it?

That's it, isn't it, Grandfather?

If you do not wish to answer, that will be all.

Place Re-I under the authority of the Administrative Bureau.

No questions asked.

Hey! Husserl!

Berkeley!

You can'tjust decide this yourselves!

Lacan! Derrida!

Grandfather.

Re-I...

then promise me you will no longer take matters into your own hands.

Agreed?

Derrida...

If you refuse, then like Berkeley said...

you will be placed under the supervision of the Administrative Bureau.

Very well.

Re-I has given us her word.

Now go.

This is...!

It's time for your appointment.

Huh? Already?

A report from the lab?

Why don't I take over from here?

That's not necessary.

I'll be done in just a moment.

Rather, could you see that the car is ready?

Very well.

There were two proxies.

I don't believe it.

I just love your new place!

And you've got a great view from here as well.

Re-I?

Oh, sorry. Did you say something?

Hey, did something happen with the Prince?

Lggy.

You're being monitored.

I'm sorry.

Re-I? Where are you going?

I'm just going to go fetch a change of clothes.

Go fetch?

But I thought your place was still under the control of the Security Bureau?

I want to clear my head.

Besides, I've been wearing these things since yesterday.

Starting tomorrow I don't know what I'm gonna do about clothes.

Why don't you take this opportunity to buy a new outfit?

You don't need to go back to that place, do you?

It's not enough for Grandfather just to keep tabs on me.

Now he wants to guide me?

No. There's nothing I want recently.

What?

Butjust this morning you were talking about going on a shopping rampage.

Hold on. I know a great place.

We can go there together.

How about this one?

The color's in season right now.

Re-I?

That's...

Sir.

The Security Bureau is waiting for instructions.

Request emergency deployment of armed AutoReivs.

Seal off Roethelis Park and surrounding areas completely.

Use the partitions.

Very well.

Status Report.

42 deaths including adults and children.

48 people seriously or slightly injured.

All civilians who were in the mall are being kept at an isolated facility.

The specimen?

It broke through the partition and remains at large.

This is the surveillance monitor from District N31.

We believe that the specimen has already reached the lower district.

It's wasrt a dream.

That thing was real.

It's Papa.

Dammit!

Damn!

Damn!

It was him?

Wise men collapsing from exhaustion.

Intersecting clues.

A missing immigrant's failure to appear when summoned.

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