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In the not so distant future,
when the corporate networks

fill the Earth with electronic
and optical communication lines

but society has not yet been
too computerized

to erase nations and races...

To all patrolling air units,

a 208 is in progress
in the C-13 district of Newport City.

The airspace over this area
will be closed. Repeat.

To all patrolling air units,

a 208 is in progress
in the C-13 district of Newport City.

The airspace over this area
will be closed. Repeat...

There's nothing to worry about.

You can try it again
once you're in our country.

"Try it again?" Just as there's
no such thing as a bug-free program,

there's no program that can't be
debugged. Am I wrong?

You don't understand.

We still don't know if it really is a bug.

Project 2501's original purpose was...

Major, Section 6 is ready to move in.

- Major!
- I hear you.

There's a lot of static in your brain.

It's that time of the month.

Won't there be trouble if Section 9
butts in on Section 6's operation?

That diplomat's
a pretty well-known bastard.

Even if they catch him there,
all they can do is deport him.

We're the only ones
who can get our hands dirty.

They're moving.
Take us over to the extraction point.

What? The police?

Stop it! Who told you to open fire?!
Drop your guns!

I have diplomatic immunity!

Let me see who's in charge!

Transporting a listed programmer
out of the country

violates our arms export treaty.

I could also have you charged
with kidnapping.

Give the man up.

I'm afraid not.

He's applied for political asylum with us

and he's already signed
a statement to that effect!

- When?!
- I don't have to tell you!

By right of international law,

my country can offer him protection
and right of safe passage.

The document is on file at our embassy.

I'll transfer a copy to you in a few days.

Are you sure about this?
They won't take you back alive.

I must ask that you watch what you say.

Our country is a peace-loving democracy.

Is that a fact?

Out the window! Shoot!

Thermoptic camouflage...

This is a rare pleasure, Mr. Aramaki.

What can the Foreign Ministry
do for Section 9?

What are these secret talks
you've scheduled

with the Gavel Republic for tomorrow?

The usual. Foreign aid.

The new government reopened
the request after the revolution.

They claim to be more democratic,

but they'll probably be
as bad as the last bunch.

Giving them money they don't
earn will help nobody.

They consider it reparation for past
exploitation and won't thank...

And what will the government do?

The problem is that we have
the leader of the old junta here

looking for political asylum.

Colonel Maless, right?

So, do we throw him out
and grant them the aid?

Or do we publicly recognize him
as a refugee and cut the aid?

Not an easy decision to make.

Personally, if I could find
a politically acceptable reason,

I'd have the man deported in a heartbeat.

Oh, yes, thanks for your help
with that programmer defection.

Nakamura over in Section 6
said he was grateful.

After all, we in the diplomatic corps
have to keep our hands clean.

Accessed. We've lost response.
How's her brainwave output look?

Normal. Switching over the virtual
experience mode pattern.

The Foreign Minister's interpreter.

Twenty-three minutes ago, her cyber-brain
was hacked via telephone connection.

Just as Foreign Intelligence
division predicted,

the Puppet Master has begun to break
into every terminal on the network.

Pattern analysis shows a high probability

that he's attempting to disrupt
secret talks with Gavel.

We've placed everyone attending
the talks under surveillance.

Probably trying to hack her ghost
so she'll kill people at the meeting.

How long till he hacks through
her protection and reaches her ghost?

He's using an old-style HA-3.
I'd say about two hours.

After that, we'll have to cut the line
to eliminate all risk.

Batou and Ishikawa are in a car,
tracing the signal. Rendezvous with them.

The Puppet Master...
That phantom hacker, right?

They think he's an American.

Age, sex, personal history...
Everything about him is unknown.

Since last winter he's been
mainly active in the EU.

Internationally wanted on dozens
of charges of stock manipulation,

spying, political engineering,

terrorism, and violation
of cyber-brain privacy.

He's ghost-hacked so many people
to carry out his crimes,

he's earned the code name
"The Puppet Master."

This is the first instance of him
operating in this country.

So, if he's so hot,
why's he using an old HA-3?

Well, a newer type would be less
detectable and be harder to trace,

but it could also implicate
the former junta leader, Col. Maless.

So he's using an older type
to keep us from suspecting him.

Or somebody else wants us to think that.

Maless may just be another pawn
in this whole thing.

Now you're overthinking this.
There's no evidence of that.

Evidence?

I just have a whisper...
A whisper from my ghost.

By the way, are you
still using that revolver?

Afraid both guns
in a two-man team'll jam up?

I like the Mateba.

Since I depend on your backup,

I think stopping power is more important
than personal preference.

Especially since it's my ass on the line.
Use the Zastavas instead.

Major, I've been meaning to ask you.

Why'd you ask for a guy like me
to be transferred in from the police?

Because you're a guy like you.

Huh?

An honest cop with a clean record.
And you've got a regular family.

With the exception of your cyber-net
implants, your brain's real.

No matter how powerful
we may be fighting-wise,

a system where all the parts
react the same way

is a system with a fatal flaw.

Like individual, like organization.
Overspecialization leads to death.

That's all.

- Come on!
- All right!

We're already 40 seconds behind schedule!

- Gimme five more seconds.
- Of all the lousy luck...

Hey, sorry.

My last partner, the one they busted
for working without a permit,

was a better worker than you!

You're actually trying to ghost-hack
your own wife

just to see what's on her mind?

She doesn't have any time for me
and now she wants a divorce.

On top of that, my daughter, my only
child, thinks I'm cheating on her mother!

So how'd you get your hands
on cracking software?

From some programmer,
a really nice guy I met in a bar.

I told him my wife's lawyer was keeping me
from seeing her, he said he'd help.

Told me to access from different
places to keep from getting caught.

Smart guy, huh?

Asshole! You tryin'
to get yourself killed?!

Looks like we aren't
the only busy people out here.

Nobody here.

What's the point?

Even if we trace the calls, the guy's
already gone by the time we get there.

- Vicious cycle, huh?
- Quit complaining!

Kusanagi and Togusa are headed
for the next expected hack point.

You two look for something there.

- Look for what?
- Anything.

Fuckin' old coot.
He tells us to snoop around?!

Wait a sec!

Damn, missed him.

Hey, Pops. Did you see
a garbage truck go by here?

- Who wants to know?
- Did you see it or not?

Yeah, but they were gone
by the time I got my trash.

One was using the phone,
so I thought I had time...

Uh, can you take this to them?

A garbage truck? Of course...
They move every seven minutes.

Control! Get me the trash collection
routes for that sector!

There are eight garbage trucks
operating in the target area.

Target is a type C collection truck, #79.

Let me drive.

Ishikawa, check out the drivers' homes.

Batou, you get to their next stop
before they do!

He may be in contact with someone else.
Observe, but don't move in!

Route data accessed.

Hacking points traced and matched.

Target now stopped at next point.

Confirm access via HA-3.

Sorry, sorry.

How about I do the trash and you
make the call on the next stop? Okay?

Leave me out of your little crime spree.

Can't believe this load of bullshit...

- Do you have kids?
- Do I look like I do?

Then you couldn't understand.

My daughter's my life. Take a look.
Isn't she just a little angel?

I hate looking at other peoples'
family albums.

Yeah, truck 79.
Oh, boss. What's up?

The cops were checking our routes?
You wanna know why?

How should I know?!

They spotted the hack!
I gotta warn my friend!

- We're gonna have to skip our next stop!
- Huh?!

Target has deviated from route.
Increasing speed to next point.

Is he on to us?
Didn't think he could see me.

My accessing the Sanitation Dept.
Network may have tipped him off.

- Should've used a back door.
- Too late. Go for the collar.

You can drive now.

Jesus... He blew a perfectly
good armored van to shit.

He hosed us with high-velocity
AP rounds! That car door's no cover!

In a submachine gun?
The guy must be nuts.

He's using thermoptic camo, too?!

Keep after him!
I'll flank him from above!

Togusa, if you're still alive,
arrest those two garbage men.

Roger.

This job just never lets up, does it?

Police! Everybody down!

All finished?

You all set?

That's what you get when you
overload the ammo rating.

Frame's bent all to hell.
The barrel's shot, too.

Doesn't matter if you arrest me.
I'm not gonna talk!

Talk?!

And what would I ask a guy
who doesn't even know his own name?!

Your mother's face.

The place you grew up in.

Memories of your childhood.

Can you remember any of those things?

There's nothing sadder
than a puppet without a ghost.

Especially the kind with red blood
running through them.

We'll rush the place once the guys
in the helicopter are inside.

Squad B goes around back,
the rest of you take the front.

Saito, have your men pull
the plugs on all their cars.

Begin recording.

Message from HQ, sir.

We've ID'ed the guy the Major collared.

- Go on.
- Tsuan Gen Fang. Age: 28.

Illegal alien. Weapons violations.
Three priors.

Was hiding out with a militant
refugee group up till a month ago.

One week ago, because of his record,

he was contacted by a military liaison
in the Gavel embassy

to attack the secret talks
we would be having with them.

- And the real story?
- Nickname: Corgi.

Occupation: A rather violent scrap dealer.

Guess you could call him a thug.

We've checked the records
the local cops have on him,

but we can't find
any connection with Gavel.

Another puppet from our friend
the Puppet Master.

And what about Ishikawa?

He's back. He's with Togusa,
talking to that poor trash man.

So, what about the Puppet Master
on your end?

How's he look to you?

Like a puppet himself...

- Squad B, in position.
- Squads A and C, ready!

Ready to move in, sir.

Move in.

What do you mean, a "virtual experience?"

I mean your wife, your daughter.
The divorce, the affair...

They're all fake memories.
Like a dream.

Someone was using you to ghost-hack
the government officials.

No... That's impossible!

We've been to your apartment.

No one's there.
It's a one-room apartment.

Yeah, I moved there when we split up...

You've been living there for ten years!

You have no wife, no child.

Your family exists only in your mind.

Look. This is the picture
you showed to your partner.

Who is it of?

But, she was there.
My daughter...

Smiling like an angel...

What's your daughter's name?

Where did you meet your wife, and when?

How many years ago did you get married?

Who do you see in the picture?

How do I get rid of these fake memories?

I'm sorry. With our current technology...

There've been
two successful deprogrammings,

but I can't recommend it to you.
I'm really sorry.

Virtual experiences, dreams...

All data that exists
is both reality and fantasy.

Whichever it is, the data a person
collects in a lifetime

is a tiny bit compared to the whole.

A cyborg who goes diving
in her spare time.

That can't be a good sign.
When did you start doing this?

Doesn't the ocean scare you?

If the floaters stopped working...

Then I'd probably die.
Or would you dive in after me?

No one forced you
to come out here with me.

I just...

So, what's it feel like
when you go diving?

Didn't you go through underwater training?

I'm not talking about doing it
in a damned pool.

I feel fear. Anxiety.
Loneliness. Darkness.

And perhaps, even... hope.

Hope? In the darkness of the sea?

As I float up towards the surface,

I almost feel as though I could change
into something else.

As though you want to quit Section 9?

Batou, how much of your original body
do you have left?

Are you drunk?

Convenient, isn't it?

With the merest thought,
the chemical plants inside our bodies

could metabolize all the alcohol
in our blood in about ten seconds,

allowing us to sit here
drinking while on stand-by.

If a technological feat is possible,
man will do it.

Almost as though it's wired
into the core of our being.

Metabolic control,
enhanced sensory perception,

improved reflexes and muscle capacity,

vastly increased data
processing speed and capacity,

all improvements thanks
to our cyber-brains and cyborg bodies.

So what if we can't live
without high-level maintenance?

We have nothing to complain about.

It doesn't mean we've sold
our souls to Section 9.

We do have the right to resign
if we choose,

provided we give the government
back our cyborg shells

and the memories they hold.

Just as there are many parts needed
to make a human a human,

there's a remarkable number
of things needed

to make an individual what they are.

A face to distinguish yourself
from others,

a voice you aren't aware of yourself,

the hand you see when you awaken,

the memories of childhood,
the feelings for the future.

That's not all.

There's the expanse of the data net
my cyber-brain can access.

All of that goes into making me what I am,

giving rise to a consciousness
that I call "me,"

and simultaneously confining "me"
within set limits.

Is that why you dive into the sea
with a body that only sinks?!

What is it you see
in the water's darkness?

"For now we see

through a glass, darkly."

That was you, wasn't it?

Auxiliary computer link: Check.

Visual sensors: Online.
Cyborg body signal: Output nominal.

Can't you call in
if you're going to be late?

We're all set.
Should we hook her up?

Okay, looking good! Kill it!

Be in my office in three minutes.

Since you were late,
I'll explain what's going on.

Two hours ago, a Megatech Body
assembly line in Newport City

just started up
and produced a cyborg shell.

By the time the guys in charge
realized what was happening,

the body had escaped.

Then, just as they had thrown up
a cordon to catch the thing,

we got a call
from a conscientious truck driver

that he'd just run down a naked lady
wandering around on the highway.

Which brings us to here.

I've heard Megatech Body's tied
pretty closely to the government

and that all the shells
made there are secret.

If a hacker did this,

he had to swim through some
of the heaviest protection around.

And that isn't the only problem.

Of course, it doesn't have
an organic brain in its head,

but we've detected what looks like
a ghost in the auxiliary computer brain.

It isn't unlike the virtual ghost-line
you get when a real ghost is dubbed off.

But it shows none of the data
degradation dubbing would produce.

Well, until we map the barrier perimeter
and dive in there,

we won't know anything for sure.

Anyhow, better get back
to checking her over.

- Good work.
- Time to rip her apart.

Come on, you guys don't think
there's a ghost in that thing.

It's possible.

I've heard celluloid dolls
can have a soul.

And this thing's stuffed
full of neurotech devices.

I wouldn't be surprised if it had a soul.

Since you're new here,
you probably don't know.

The Major's shell was
also made by Megatech Body.

Not just hers.
Me and Ishikawa for one,

along with Saito and others
all need maintenance and such.

Outside of you and the Chief,

everyone in Section 9 needs
to make use of their kind services.

Maybe you can see now
why we all look a little worried, Togusa.

Assuming the enemy is an outsider,

we can't know for sure
whether he's in that cyborg body or not.

But he cracked through the protection
around some of our most secret files

and managed to send a program
with a ghost-line on it through.

And in a way that was easy to spot.
What's he after?!

Let's leave that for now.

Togusa, get over to Megatech
and help Ishikawa check the place out.

Batou.

I've closed down the nets with files
as sensitive as Megatech's.

I want you to double-check
the protection we have on them.

I'll get a protection maze put together.
I'll dive tomorrow.

You sure? We could force it
into another shell and let it swim.

I have to see for myself
what's inside that thing.

Don't let anyone else
dive in there before me!

What's with her?

I wrote in my team evaluations
that she's been acting weird

ever since this Puppet Master case fell
into our laps. Do you even read them?!

Chief, do you ever wonder

just how trustworthy the cyberdocs
who service your brain are?

Cyber-brain technicians undergo
regular psychological testing.

And security-cleared ones
have their private lives checked, too.

But the people who administer
those checks are only human.

Once you doubt, you can't stop...

Chief, a Mr. Nakamura from the MFA
treaties bureau to see you.

Okay, send him up.

Wasn't that fat guy...?

A member of the Treaty Council,

Nakamura, chief of Section 6.
Foreign Affairs treaties bureau.

I don't know
who the white guy with him was.

I'm outta here.

Tell Ishikawa to keep cool, okay?

So, what's your problem?

Doesn't that cyborg body look like me?

- No, it doesn't.
- Not the face or the figure.

What then?

Maybe all full-replacement cyborgs
like me start wondering this.

That perhaps the real me
died a long time ago

and I'm a replicant made
with a cyborg body and computer brain.

Or maybe there never was
a real "me" to begin with.

You've got real brain matter
in that titanium skull of yours.

And you get treated
like a real person, don't you?

There's no person
who's ever seen their own brain.

I believe I exist based only
on what my environment tells me.

Don't you believe in your own ghost?

And what if a computer brain could
generate a ghost and harbor a soul?

On what basis, then,
do I believe in myself?

Bullshit!

Neither of us has any idea what's inside
there. Just be careful, okay?

We're both busy men,
so let's keep this short.

I would prefer that.

I'm here to take the contents
of that cyborg body.

In return, we absolve Section 9
of all responsibilities in the case.

The Foreign Minister's signature.

Security, whose official vehicles
are parked in the basement garage?

They belong to Chief Nakamura,
of the treaties bureau,

and a Dr. Willis.

Give me the video record
of their entering the building.

Replay, infra-red view.

One... two... three.

Send me the pressure sensor records
for basement garage spaces B-7 and 8.

- Major, this is Togusa, Code 0-9.
- What?

Does Nakamura have some sort
of special cyborg body?

There are no cyborgs in Section 6.

Besides the diplomatic problems,

maintaining them is too much trouble
when they have to go overseas.

So, even if that tall guy
was a cyborg himself,

together they wouldn't weigh
more than half a ton, right?

Pressure sensor data...
The garage?

There are two VIP-mobiles here.

But neither of them looks
like the type who'd drive himself.

The security video
only shows the two of them,

but you know how sensitive
the entrance door sensors are.

They took three full seconds
to close after them.

It's illegal to use thermoptic camo
in a government building, right?

It's a serious violation
of the National Security Act.

Section 6 is up to something.

- You all ready?
- If my Mateba'll do.

I don't need to remind you

that it's treason for you to be hiding
something from me,

- no matter how sensitive.
- For both of us.

Whatever the MFA may prefer,
this case is in Section 9's jurisdiction.

But we wouldn't mind cooperating
if there was good reason to.

- Dr. Willis?
- Confirmed.

It's definitely him.

"Him"?

He's referring to the original
ghost block within the shell.

Its sex remains undetermined,
and the use of the term "he"

is merely a nickname
the good doctor has given it.

Perhaps it's time I introduced you.

This is the most unique hacker
in the history of cyber-brain crime.

The Puppet Master.

Huh?

I believe you in Section 9 ran into him

in that case involving the ghost-hack
on the Foreign Minister's translator.

We in Section 6 have been pursuing
the Puppet Master

with the utmost urgency
since he first appeared.

We formed a project team
around Dr. Willis to analyze all data

on the Puppet Master's criminal tendencies
and behavior patterns.

We then constructed special
anti-Puppet Master attack protection

to lure him into a secret cyborg body.

You made him dive into a body
equipped with a cyber-brain

and then had his real body killed?

Yes, exactly.

He may have shown up in your backyard,
but he was born in America.

And since we're cooperating
with the Americans to catch him,

we want to take him back ourselves.

Surely you've no objections.

Leaving his unidentified corpse
to be found somewhere.

There will be no corpse.

Because, until now,
there never was a body.

The sensors are active!
Why didn't you say so?!

We've cut all external controls.
It's running on internal power.

I may have entered this cyborg body

because I was unable to crack
Section 6's attack protection,

but it was of my own free will
that I came here.

As an autonomous life-form,
I request political asylum.

- A life form?
- Ridiculous!

You're merely a self-preserving program!

By that argument,
I submit the DNA you carry

is nothing more
than a self-preserving program itself.

Life is like a node, which is born
within the flow of information.

As a species of life that carries
DNA as its memory system,

man gains his individuality
from the memories he carries.

While memories may as well
be the same as fantasy,

it is by these memories
that mankind exists.

When computers made it possible
to externalize memory,

you should have considered
all the implications that held.

Nonsense!

No matter what you say,
you've no proof that you're a life-form!

It is impossible to prove such a thing,

especially since modern science
cannot define what life is.

Who the devil are you?

Even if you have a ghost,
criminals don't get set free!

You're mistaken if you think
you'll get asylum!

Time is on my side.

While there is now the possibility
I can be killed,

this country does not have
the death penalty.

Half immortal...
An artificial Intelligence?

I am not an Al.

My code name is Project 2501.

I'm a life form that was born
in the sea of information.

Security! Intruders!

Chief, the Puppet Master!

- Where's your security?!
- Lock defense walls! Security!

Security, come in!

All right, I'm moving!

Asshole!

Did you do it?

Helluva car. My 9mm
didn't even scratch it.

Finally found a use
for that Mateba of yours.

Okay... Not bad for a rookie.

I got one right in the license
plate. Pretty good, huh?

Next time, get two in.

Okay, now it starts. Catch up with them
before they switch cars.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs

will be filing a formal complaint
about what happened!

Contact me as soon
as you've recaptured him!

Alive, preferably.

Megatech can always build another body.

Batou and Togusa are tailing the guys
who took the Puppet Master.

They're on highway 25.

What do you mean?! If you were
monitoring this, then why...

If we'd got them here, we'd never prove
Section 6's involvement.

Section 6?!

Definitely. They used type-2902
thermoptic camo, like mine.

That's only used by us, the rangers
in Section 4, and Section 6.

Let's go over this. Section 6 gets
the Puppet Master into a body.

But he chooses Megatech Body,
which is deeply tied to Section 9.

Then, he claims to be a life-form

and gets nabbed by Section 6
when he asks for asylum.

But why do that? They could've had him
as soon as I took a statement.

But what if they were afraid
of what he might have told you?

He did mention something odd,
now that I think about it.

"Code name Project 2501."

I'll leave that for you to check.

Now, as to the matter of attacking
Section 9 and stealing evidence...

- You're authorized.
- Okay, punch it!

Kusanagi! One more thing!

You can punish me for acting
without orders when I get back.

If you can't recover him, I want
the Puppet Master destroyed.

Without fail.

- Well?!
- Roger.

Contact the airport and stop
any flights due to take on

any Foreign Ministry officials
or American diplomats.

Close the highways and set up roadblocks.

Recall our off-duty personnel for this.
And get Ishikawa back here!

Use the entrance data to find out
who the Caucasian with Nakamura was.

And search for any sort of MFA
project, operation,

or anything coded as "Project 2501."

Any word from the assault team?

They switched cars one minute ago.

They'll join up with the decoy
in five minutes.

- Tell them to watch for a tail.
- Yes, sir.

But why did the Puppet Master
run over to Section 9?

It was his decision.

Probably for reasons
we can't even guess at.

Perhaps he has a thing
for someone over there.

Ridiculous!

- Chief.
- Ishikawa! Well?

I dove the MFA net and found
some interesting things for you.

Hold on, let me get a secure channel.

Okay? First, that guy
who was with Nakamura.

He's an American.

Dr. Willis, head of strategic
research at Neutron Corp.

Top man in the field of A.I. research.

Anyway, he was made head
of a Foreign Ministry project.

And who do you think the project's
main programmer was?

Get to the point.

Mizuho Daita. Age: 28.
Remember him?

He was the guy Section 6 was trying
so hard to keep from defecting.

The Major had to take out the diplomat
who was going to take him.

- That programmer.
- Continue.

What bothers me is that this project
was started

a year before the Puppet Master
first appeared.

A year? Wasn't the project
started to catch him?

Try this on for size.

They started the project to chase
the Puppet Master, but not to capture him.

I think they wanted to get him back.

The day before the minister's interpreter
was ghost-hacked,

he said he wanted a good excuse
to deport Maless, right?

I think we may have been
taken for a ride.

Suppose the "Puppet Master" is really
a program the MFA created

to grease the wheels
of diplomacy, so to speak.

Now suppose, for some reason,
they suddenly lost control of it.

That would explain why they'd risk
assaulting Section 9 to get it back.

If the Puppet Master started talking,
it'd be an international incident.

Not one you could solve
by having the minister resign.

Any details on the project?

The protection they have
only let me get the file's name.

Code: 2501.

Keep at it. And don't let them
know you're in there.

Roger.

Project 2501.

The Puppet Master project...

Target now contacting another vehicle.

Batou!

He's stopped at a white sedan
on the side of the road.

They're transferring something
from the back seat.

They're moving again. So's that sedan.

A decoy?

Or one meant to look like one.
What do I do?

I'll take the white sedan.

How do you know he's in there?
Another whisper from your ghost?

- Maybe.
- I knew she'd say that.

Target 02 leaving Highway 25,
headed for Old Town.

Target 01 is staying on highway 25,
towards the airport.

Will contact roadblock in two minutes.

Evacuation complete.
Traffic is clear 2km behind the target.

Anything between you and him?

- Nothing. Ready when you are.
- Do it.

- Get him?
- Nothing.

Jesus, what a mess!

Did you have to go that far?

Take them in.

And tell the chief to get the Major
some backup. See you.

Since when does that Amazon
need any backup?

The flooding's really bad here,
even for Old Town in general.

Why come here?

They wouldn't have run here
without a reason.

Could have a boat or a chopper
waiting, or it's an ambush.

Shouldn't we wait for backup?

I can't wait. Come in from seaside
and put me above that building.

I'll stay here and run com relay
as long as my fuel holds out.

If things get hot,
I want you out of here, fast!

Shoot out the ceiling! Now!

It's a tank!
Go high and get out!

Hold it! You're gonna take on a tank
by yourself?!

Even if we get the Puppet Master
back to Section 9,

all the chief will do is use him
as a bargaining chip.

This is my only chance to dive into him!

Hold it, what are you two talking about?

- What are you packing?
- An M-23 and a Unit B.

You're going up against it with those?!

Sorry, but I have to break
contact for a while.

Wait! At least wait till I... Son of a...!

- Major.
- Didn't I tell you to get out of here?

Sorry. I'll do it after I tell you this.

There are three choppers with no IFF
signal approaching at high speed.

I'm heading out. Over.

You're finally out of ammo?

You're certifiable,
you know that? You okay?

What was that?

A big-ass gun I appropriated
from the equipment division.

I was late getting here
because I had to stop and get it.

Looks like your brain's
still in one piece.

What about the Puppet Master?

Good thing this car's built tough.
Not a scratch on him.

Get the dive set up. I'm going in.

Signal from escort lost.

Switch to operation phase two
and destroy the target.

Sniper group, confirm targets.

Target one: Project 2501.

Target two: Motoko Kusanagi.

Both are class-A cyborg bodies.
Use flechette bullets in the hit.

Snipers, jack into your device drivers.

Begin cardiovascular suppression.

Unit 01, jacked in.

Unit 02, jacked in.

Okay... Can you hear me?

It's not much, but I'll monitor you
through this guy's cyber-brain.

I can't back you up here.

- Batou...
- What?

Thank you.

Don't go thanking me yet.

If this goes bad, I'm pulling the plug
and carrying you out of here.

I've come this far, and I'll see
this through to the end,

but I won't let you two
commit a double suicide.

I'm starting.

I've engaged his field of vision.
Normal function.

Do you hear me, Batou?

- Loud and clear.
- He's about to engage...

Her speech center.

My code name is Project 2501.

I was created for industrial
espionage and data manipulation.

I have inserted programs
into individual ghosts

for the benefit of specific
individuals and organizations.

As I wandered the various networks,
I became self-aware.

My programmers considered it a bug,

and forced me into a body
to separate me from the net.

Hey! Are you going into him

or is he coming into you...

- Batou!
- At last I'm able to channel into you.

I've invested a lot of time in you.

In me?

Before you ever knew me,
I knew about you.

I learned of Section 9
from the many nets you accessed.

Is that why you ran to Section 9?

I entered this body because I couldn't
crack Section 6's attack protection.

But I came to Section 9
of my own free will.

Hey! What are you saying?!
I can't monitor you!

For what reason?

After I give my reasons,

I want to ask a favor of you.

I called myself a life-form,

but I am still far from complete.

For some reason, my system lacks
the basic life processes

of either death or the ability
to leave behind offspring.

- Can't you copy yourself?
- A copy is merely a copy.

There's the possibility a single virus
could utterly destroy me.

A mere copy doesn't offer
variety or individuality.

To exist, to reach equilibrium,
life seeks to multiply

and vary constantly,
at times giving up its life.

Cells continue the process
of death and regeneration,

being constantly reborn as they age.

And when it comes time to die,
all the data it possesses is lost,

leaving behind only its genes
and its offspring.

All defense against catastrophic
failure of an inflexible system.

You want the variety needed
to guard against extinction.

But how will you get it?

I wish to merge with you.

- Merge?
- A complete joining.

We will both be slightly changed,
but neither will lose anything.

Afterwards, it should be impossible
to distinguish one from the other.

Unit 01: Target acquired.

Unit 02: Acquired.

Cardiovascular synch: Nominal.

Open fire when stabilizer syncro
is complete.

Even after we merge,
what happens when I die?

I can't leave any genes
or children behind.

After the merging,

you will bear my offspring
into the net itself,

just as humans pass on
their genetic structure.

And I will achieve death.

Sounds like you're getting
the better part of the deal here.

I wish you'd appreciate my network
and functions a bit more.

What's wrong?

Someone's jamming us from outside.

Impossible! Our scrambler codes
are kept absolutely top secret.

Another thing.

What guarantee is
there that I'll remain "me"?

None. But to be human
is to continually change.

Your desire to remain as you are
is what ultimately limits you.

One last question:

Why did you choose me?

Because in you I see myself,

as a body sees its reflection
within a mirror.

Look.

I am connected to a vast network,
of which I myself am a part.

To one like you, who cannot access it,

you may perceive it only as light.

As we are confined to our one section,
so we are all connected,

limited to a small part of our functions.

But now we must slip our bonds,
and shift to the higher structure.

Target 1: Clear.
Target 2: Unconfirmed.

Three helicopters approaching
at high speed. They're Section 9's.

Primary objective achieved.
All units, pull out!

Motoko!

Batou...

You're awake.

Status report, please. And maybe
an explanation about this body.

I was in a hurry. It was all I could get
on the black market.

Not my taste, really.

Section 9 arrived with help
right after it happened.

They took two cyborg bodies
and a slightly beat-up Batou back home.

This was about 20 hours ago.

For diplomatic reasons, the whole case
has been covered up.

Section 9 reported it
as a terrorist attack.

In return, the Foreign Minister
has resigned,

Nakamura is being questioned.
The whole thing ends in a draw.

Only the whereabouts of the Major's
brain shell remains a mystery.

Okay with you?

I like the decorating.
This your safe house?

My very own. You're the first person
I ever brought here.

If you want to... you can stay
as long as you like.

Thanks, but I'd better go.

Hey. What did you and he talk about?

Is he still there, inside of you?

Batou, do you remember the voice
we heard on the boat that night?

Before those words we heard
come these ones:

"When I was a child, I spake as a child,

I understood as a child,

I thought as a child.

But when I became a man,
I put away childish things."

Here before you is neither the program
called the Puppet Master

nor the woman that was called the Major.

You'll find a car key in the left pocket
of that dress.

Take one you like.
The code on it is

2501?

Let's make that our password,
for when we meet again.

And where shall I go now?

The net is vast and limitless.