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Kristen, Kristen...

Sure enough, you set this plan into motion a long time ago. Everything you did for the DOD was a fancy show.

Hah! What's the principle behind all this? The efficiency and stability of this high-energy confinement field... I've never heard of anything like that before.

If I recall correctly, you boasted that you were the foremost expert in high energy physics when you joined Rhine.

...One of the foremost experts.

My God...

You should thank your lucky stars, Saria, that there's nobody like Kristen in your field.

It's just not fair. And yet she... she doesn't even bother to publish these results.

The H.A.M.H.R.R. is currently charging.

According to the military's Horizon Arc Project, once the charging phase is complete, all of this energy will be focused and undergo excitation a second time to deliver powerful wide-area strikes.

Sure. How much longer will it take?

Kristen turned the project dossiers into scrap paper... All I can say is, it won't be long now.

This is our last chance to stop it.

As well as our last chance to stop her.

......

What are you still standing around slack-jawed for, Ferdinand? Time isn't on our side.

Saria, take a look at the densitometer over there.

The needle seems to be fluctuating a lot.

No, I'm not talking about the needle. The wobbling is a normal phenomenon of high-energy confinement fields. I'm talking about... the unit of measurement.

You can take a guess how many times larger this unit is than the one on the instruments in my lab.

The energy it absorbed just now is enough to power every single one of Columbia's nomadic cities for at least six months.

And it's showing no signs of stopping.

And we're now in the center of the laboratory carrying this tremendous amount of energy.

......

Even if Nasti is a genius, she can't create a receptacle that stores energy in amounts beyond the realm of cognition.

In other words–

No matter what direction it ultimately focuses the energy in, once the second-degree excitation begins, this lab won't be safe from the consequences.

Her end goal has never changed.

If her ultimate goal is the sky, and the sky can only be contested with this amount of energy...

What exactly is up there?

That's none of my concern.

All I know is, this is a reckless experiment.

And it's doomed to fail.

Saria, there's nothing stopping you from packing your bags, finding a nice hillside with a great view, and enjoying a drink while you watch this fireworks show that may well go down in the annals of Columbian history.

That isn't going to happen.

What about you? You were never the risk-taking type.

Me?

Looks like my old friends are coming, and they'll be here sooner than expected.

You're right though. I'm not taking any chances. The technical manual has the location of the escape pod, and I know where it is.

I'm not particularly interested in seeing the one who fired me, and it's not like you need my help.

An opportunity to document high energy physics phenomena of this magnitude is rare, and I don't intend to pass it up. Maybe you'll see a new paper from me in the journals next quarter.

I promise, it'll be era-defining.

Unlike Kristen, I don't tie all my intellect to my personal grievances.

The fact that she's consigning all this knowledge to the grave, knowledge that could transform Terra's entire academic landscape... That's something I can't abide.

Do what you need to do, Saria. We don't have much time.

Stay safe.

......

Ferdinand.

It's been a while, Colonel.

I'm not surprised you survived, but if I were in your shoes, I'd pretend to be dead.

Get the hell out of Dodge. Go to Victoria or Leithanien. With your skills, you can always pick up a teaching job.

I didn't expect to hear those words coming from you.

Let me say this one more time, Ferdinand: It's over.

I've already spoken with the Vice President. The DOD's defeat is absolute.

As for whether or not this whole situation can be salvaged, or who controls my fate, I actually don't care that much anymore.

Let's save some dignity for each other, Ferdinand. Get out of here, and I'll save a crossbow bolt for myself.

Huh, what was that? Sorry, my mind wandered for a second there.

Also, you're blocking the radiometer display.

This S.H.A.F.T. here runs a lot deeper than I expected...

I'm afraid the military simply failed to fully understand its structure.

Right here... is where the Transmitter's response is the strongest.

You...

What are you doing here, Silence?

Professor... Parvis...

Silence... The location of this lab is supposed to be top secret. How did you manage to find your way here?

Ah, that's right. You have your own Transmitter...

Hmm, these reactive tendencies... You injected yourself with the Transmitter? Though, I'm not surprised.

Does it cause you occasional discomfort?

An entirely normal response. I also have it inside my body. It can be quite overwhelming for an old man like myself, but it shouldn't be a problem for you youths.

Still, this is the only way to better control the reaction process.

Don't worry. Once this experiment is over, the long-distance intertwining properties of this batch of Transmitter will be lost, and they won't affect the long-term health of the injected.

What experiment? You're conducting an experiment here?

Silence, did you hurt your hand?

......

Does it get in the way of your work?

I'm fine.

Then I won't ask any more questions. Now is the most critical moment.

That you've found your way here... might just be the help I've needed.

I was just complaining how much easier the data processing would be if you were here.

Lately, I... Actually, never mind.

Tell me, what kind of experiment are you running?

There has only ever been one area of research I've fully dedicated my energy to.

...Chimerism.

Precisely. This is the last question to be answered in chimera research.

But, this is...

Professor, what are all these documents? The text on them seems...

Quite 'evil,' right? This is an ancient Sarkaz tome that records the 'history' of a certain ethnic branch.

That Sarkaz branch not only enjoys long lifespans, but can even transcend the shackles of physical form and exist in the world in a purely spiritual state.

They have been dubbed, the 'revenants.' The pronunciation can be a bit esoteric, but I'm sure you'll be able to find some records in Victorian.

Silence, have you ever considered what chimerism does at the level of the soul?

A soul chimera?

These 'revenants,' the so-called 'soul' in ancient Originium Arts and Sarkaz witchcraft, can they be produced a posteriori?

You...

Are you trying to create an artificial consciousness?

You've always been my finest student.

This is something I've been working on for decades, to little avail. That is, until Ferdinand told me that he and Dorothy had jointly produced this particular 'Transmitter.'

You can't begin to imagine how excited I was, Silence!

I was absolutely sure that the properties of the 'Transmitter'... were sufficient to form the soil from which artificial consciousness could be born.

However, in this land, disturbances will always exist no matter how sophisticated the lab is. These disturbances have plagued me for the longest time...

There are so many possibilities. Perhaps the energy used to excite the Transmitter was insufficient, perhaps the laboratory was not sealed off enough, perhaps Originium interferes with the generation and aggregation of consciousness.

But, none of that matters anymore. All mysteries will finally be unraveled today.

This will be my final research project.

The most optimal research environment is about to take shape.

Professor Parvis, you were responsible for using Transmitter to solve Arc-01's accuracy control problem. This is... the new Transmitter core.

Kristen wanted to do something she saw as taking a risk. She thought her work to be meaningful... I hate to be a critic of my peer's efforts, but let's be honest: we researchers have been cowards for far too long.

Mediocrity, boredom, risk-aversion, indecisiveness... Silence, those of us with the knowledge and ability have to do more than just 'explore' or 'progress.'

We carry science upon our shoulders, are commanded by it, are driven by it. It requires us to take on responsibilities that only a strong soul can endure.

––Usher in a new era.

...'Usher in a new era'?

Silence... You deserve to be here with me to witness this crowning achievement.

Soon, very soon now... the dark ages of mediocrity will come to an end, and the pantheon of science must return.

You're shaking all over. I've rarely seen you like this.

Is that so? Perhaps the Transmitter's reaction is getting a bit too intense. Maybe I really am getting too old.

I'm sure you can relate with me, Silence.

Yes, I can.

I can see you've really been looking forward to this moment.

Of course.

Then, there's one thing I have to make clear. I will destroy this Transmitter core.

What...?

I mean, I'm putting a stop to everything that's happening here.

Whether it's Control's plan or just your personal ambitions, all of this has to be reexamined.

That's what I'm here for.

......

That girl shook your allegiance to science, but I've always believed that you had the makings of a researcher.

And as such, I never really blamed you.

But this time, whether or not this is some ridiculous joke, I'm not going to stand for it.

I'll have you apologize to me, Silence.

...

I won't take back a single word I said, Professor.

I don't think I've done anything wrong, be it back then or now. What you people are really after is wanton power.

That's absurd. You couldn't be more wrong, Silence.

That's right. Say what you will about me craving power. Because I know what kind of research is important, and what kind of research can shape the future.

What, are you going to regurgitate that old platitude about science belonging to the masses?

No!

Let me tell you, Silence, that science belongs to the Übermenschen. The supermen.

The mediocre can go elect their politicians and kiss the feet of their betters...

But only science is above their meddling.

What about you then? Are you part of the 'Übermenschen' you aspire to?

I...

...That ship has already sailed for me.

But if the consciousness I create is rational enough, grand enough, then it can––

It can't, Professor.

If you don't even have faith in humanity, what makes you think that this nascent consciousness can supersede everything?

You don't understand.

You've poured your heart and soul into the field of chimeric research, attempting time after time to craft powerful creations through bioengineering. Is that all because...

You can't run from your own weakness?

Me...?!

...Silence, I won't allow you to throw baseless speculation around like that.

This is... my last hope to break free from mediocrity.

...I didn't expect to see you here.

My former Defense colleagues.

That's right, Director Saria. 'Former colleagues.'

We are now employees of Components Control Section.

'Components Control.'

You aren't allowed past this point.

You're doing a better job than last time.

I appreciate the sentiment.

You all know what Kristen is trying to do. All this accomplishes is–

I don't know, and I don't particularly care.

You know my ID number from Rhine, Saria.

011. That was before Jara came. Kristen and I interviewed you, James.

Back then, I had offers from other companies, including Volvort Kochinski and Beachbrella. But, I didn't give them a second thought.

Because I always believed in you. You and Kristen. I believed you two were different from the rest of them.

That was just your ego speaking, James. This whole place is about to crash. I'd recommend you hurry up and grab an escape pod.

I'll wait here until the moment we crash.

But before that, want to see something spectacular, Saria?

Nasti described it to us...

Is that—

I've never seen the land from this high up before.

The H.A.M.H.R.R. has begun altitude adjustment.

Out of the way! There's no time!

Dammit, what's going on?! This blasted thing's spinning?

If I had to guess, this would be the 'altitude adjustment' mentioned in the technical manual, which is the step right before secondary excitation.

Sir, do you need my help?

Why are these doors in the corridor shut? Where's Ferdinand?

He slipped away just now–

Go after him!

Are there no defense systems here other than the partition doors in the corridor?

If I had any say in it, this place would be stuffed full of power armor.

Freeze, Ferdinand.

Got you.

I need you to leave me alone, Colonel. Every minute here is precious.

And dealing with you would waste all my energy.

I thought we were peas in a pod, Ferdinand. Sober rationalists who would weigh the pros and cons before making a decision.

Looks like I had the wrong read on you.

Come with us.

The beam excitation reading is 1.22. A constant should be introduced here to renormalize the entire formula...

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm laughing at you, Blake.