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“MAD MACHINE!”

In a savannah enraged by sandstorms...

“MAD MACHINE!”

...I chase down my prey on a dashing motorcycle.

“MAD MACHINE!”

It isn't logical, this fire burning in my breast.

“MAD MACHINE!”

If I'm with you, we may share the same dream.

I don't want to cool my raging passion...

...until my sadness is torn to shreds.

“Don't stop your love, your love...”

“Tell me what do you want, tell me how do you feel.”

You and I are like wounded beasts...

...with sparks in starving eyes.

An accident occurred at about four o'clock this morning.

When, for an instant, I look back, afraid...

A USSD orbital particle-beam satellite discharged by mistake...

...striking the Tokyo Bay Aqua City, and sending it up in flames.

...my heartbeat does a painful dance...

In addition, according to a police statement...

“Tell me what do you want, tell me how do you feel.”

“MAD MACHINE!”

I don't know about tomorrow and all...

“MAD MACHINE!”

...all I want is someone with whom I can knock around.

With regard to the Aqua City incident yesterday...

Everything is melting away; it's such a sad joke...

...the accidental particle-beam satellite discharge was most disgraceful.

USSD will spare no effort in conducting an investigation.

...that cool stares are more tender than sympathy.

We will strive to prevent such a thing from happening again.

“Feeling so bad, so bad!”

“Tell me what do you want, tell me how do you feel.”

Time flies, and pursues us...

...like a wounded beast seeking release from its pain.

My awakening wild nature has a hold on me...

...and the more masks I remove, the more woman I become.

No, you're wrong.

We're with the appliances department.

And besides, a patrol section came right away and kept us out.

If you're covering something up, it won't do any good.

But it's under the jurisdiction of the R & D department.

It... It's got nothing to do with us, really.

As witnesses, you're useless!

All right, get lost!

Hey, someone get the guys in the patrol section and the research department.

And get everything in this room identified!

Hey, that girl...

You know her, Linna?

Yeah, from the aerobics club.

One of you murdered him!

You bitch!

Move it!

Not very sensible, are you, Miss?

Hey, you!

Ow!

Shit!

You're a Boomer!

I'm Leon, AD Police.

If you don't cut this out, I'll haul the lot of you in.

That's enough. Stop it.

We don't welcome false accusations.

We consider our corporate image important.

Now, if you will excuse us.

Who was that?

Brian J. Mason.

A very important Genom executive.

A real shark.

Cynthia was a weapon we developed to synchronize with the orbital satellites.

She may have been just a weapon to you...

...but to us she was a little girl who needed to be rescued.

During the design phase, we considered many possible shapes, but...

Do us all a favor and make the next one look like a dog or a cat.

We'll take the job,

loose ends and all.

We deeply appreciate it.

Here are the details of the job, as well as data...

...about “Black Box,” the orbital satellite synchronization system.

We'll expect our 20 million fee on completion.

How self-serving...

Case closed?

It's pressure from Genom, isn't it!

Not at all.

Upstairs has decided that it was merely an accident.

There was no evidence of Boomers being involved.

They haven't been to the scene.

What can they know?

You've got your hands full keeping a rein on Boomer crimes!

Don't you see, Genom is trying to develop a monster Boomer!

That's just a wild hunch, right?

Nothing's happened yet!

By the time something happens, it'll be too late!

I swear, you're the one who needs to be reined in!

Any time you want to take “early retirement,” let me know!

You got some nerve saying that!

You're going to eat those words!

They at it again?

Yep...

I swear, it's because of crap like this that we can't stop Boomer crimes.

You shouldn't get so steamed.

I'll help you relax tonight. How 'bout it?

We could go to a motel.

Okay, so we'll go some place where we can be alone, right?

A patrol car?

No, an AD Police armored vehicle!

Someone beat USSD to the “Black Box...”

...and recovered it from the wreckage of Aqua City.

I've got a hunch Genom's involved...

...and that today's explosion is somehow related to it.

Genom, huh?

So we get to have a return match!

But aren't they too big for us?

Besides, I'm not too keen on this payment-on-delivery stuff.

I'll do it!

I go nuts watching those AD Police clowns.

Well then, the three of you should get started right away.

Priss, you check out activities connected with Genom.

Nene, hack into the AD Police databases.

Mackie can help with the passwords.

Okay!

Hello, AD Police Investigation Section...

Who?

Hang on a second...

Leon! Phone!

If it's a guy, I'm not here.

It's a babe. Says her name's “Priss.”

Hey, Priss!

I'm touched to get a phone call from you!

I'll go out with you.

Huh! Really? When?

Today, at 11.

If you want to meet that late, then let's meet at a hotel.

I know just the place.

11 AM, you idiot!

In the middle of the day?

I'm still on duty then.

Make up something to do with your job, and sneak out!

Meet me at the Ragu Steakhouse on 26th Street.

Later.

This is nuts.

And why now, all of a sudden?

Maybe if I feed her some information...

Boy, you really put it away.

This is both breakfast and lunch for me.

Sure you won't have some?

Just being here with you fills up my heart.

Come on, don't deprive yourself.

You're paying, after all.

That was delicious!

I saw on the morning news that you're investigating that explosion.

Did I look good?

Not bad.

But what did they mean by “case closed?”

That the brass have made up their minds.

But I disagree.

You do...?

The way I see it, there's something fishy going on inside Genom.

Like the development of an advanced Boomer, for example.

An advanced Boomer?

Right!

And that means...?

Why are you so interested in this?

Oh, uh... I kinda like this kind of stuff, you know.

It's like watching a sci-fi movie.

Now, you were saying the explosion was a development-project accident?

Uh-huh, some sort of screw-up.

So that means the project is still active, somewhere in the Genom Building.

When I was at the scene of the accident, one of their patrol guys told me that...

...a delivery truck left at the same time as the explosion...

...through a normally unused gate.

You mean they moved the project to another location?

Right!

Oh, look at the time!

This has been very interesting,

but I've got a show to do now.

You can't do this to me! So far, all we've done is eat!

Good luck hunting Boomers!

Hey! Hold on a second!

My boyfriend was an engineer, doing R&D on Boomers for use in space.

He must have been very special.

He always seemed happy when he talked about his research projects.

But after he got involved with this project,

it felt like he was afraid of something...

What was the project?

He said it was some kind of linkage system...

...but that revealing anything more might get him killed.

Oh no! What about the police?

We told them, but they wouldn't pay any attention.

I want to know what happened to him.

So that was why you did what you did.

We were going to get married when this project was over.

Now this ring is all I have left.

I do feel a little better.

You look better. I'm glad.

I'm going to try to find out what happened to him.

Find out?

Because of the recent Boomer crimes,

Genom will be a media target since they produce the Boomers.

I'll try to expose what happened.

If you go too far, you'll be in danger too.

Maybe. But I want to make sense out of this!

If something does happen to me...

...have those vigilantes avenge me, okay?

I'm kidding!

That's not funny!

I tell you, that waitress really had an attitude problem.

What th...?

Hey!

That's my car!

I'll walk home.

It's not that far,

and I'm kind of in the mood for it.

Okay, take care.

Linna, I'm glad you're so concerned about me.

Thank you.

See you tomorrow!

Now how am I gonna get home?

Irene!

Got it.

Mackie, contact Priss, fast!

Okay.

Head for the 3rd-Street Quarter of Yokohama Chinatown!

Irene!

Irene!

Priss!

Irene!

Bitch!

Priss, wait! No solo actions.

I'll do this job.

Irene, it's too much to bear...

Mackie!

However sad I may be, there is a place where I cannot cry...

...the danger zone that freezes even starlight.

There are times meaningless even to consolation...

There are four Genom laboratories in the Kawasaki Factory Zone...

...sad songs that grow on top of one another.

...but two of them have been closed down.

Activity has resumed at one of them since the explosion.

“Go on...” Just keep on running...

According to AD Police data...

...the truck that left by Gate R headed straight from that gate for Kawasaki.

...while you play the beat, which you can do only now.

The closed laboratory seems suspicious.

It was a terrible place, with a history of research accidents.

It was finally shut down six years ago, after twelve people died.

“You got a body heat” Dance in the thrill.

Boomers, I'll bet.

They were developing power sources for fusion systems,

“You got a heart beat” Romance burns.

which would utilize a special resin, but it must have been Boomer-related work.

Fix your eyes on a positive now, instead of yesterday.

They have come to share a toast, to the birth of the Super-Boomer.

Believe in your true self, over anyone else.

Let us welcome our guests.

“You got the body heat tonight!”

Knight Sabers... Go!

Boomer!

“You got a body heat!”

They're somewhere between the 3rd and 5th floors, but I can't figure out where.

I don't expect them to stay in just one place.

Now I see.

Nene!

Nene!

I'm okay.

Ow ow ow...

Here... Here it comes!

Hey, Sis! The particle-beam satellites... they're tuned...

...they're tuned to the same frequency as with Cynthia!

Check it out!

Bastard!

Go for the head!

The particle-beam satellites! They're unsteady, but they're operational!

It can't be...

But it is!

No choice: the Knuckle Bomber!

The satellites are starting to synchronize!

Get out of my way, Linna!

The particle-beam satellites seem to be standing down.

The “Black Box” has gone up in smoke.

It's best this way.

Huh?

What about our 20 million, Linna?

Commander Swarz, of the scandal-plagued USSD, announced...

...his resignation a short time ago.

His successor...

Silver droplets of the shattered prism of sadness drench my smile.

Everyone who swims in the ocean of light holds their pain close...

“Midnight Dreaming.”

Though the noise of the bustling city may sneak up and knock on the door of my memory...

...I don't want to be defeated by the speed of time.

Therefore, I will now change teardrops into bravery, and run off...

...because I was born with a wild heart.

Everyone overcomes unseen walls in the search for love.

Remember things that hurt and you will come to know true tenderness.

“Never mind” I will fly with scarred wings...

...because I was born with a wild heart.