Ghost in the Shell Page #5

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

- 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 l--

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 3 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'm in his visual center.

Circade:
normal

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...

...l 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...

...l 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.

That was about

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's 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

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