這是最後的無污染的東西。
謝謝
Briareos...
我們要保持這樣的生活多久？
直到我們找到我們的天堂。你知道的。
是的
想知道我會做什麼, 當我們找到它..。
也許我可以在一家好餐館工作, 或者在一家酒吧, 這樣我就可以喝酒..。
或者也許我可以成為某人的妻子？
Karl would weep with joy if he heard that.
Still, I'm much better with this than a kitchen knife.
Olympus...
A utopian city centered around humans
and artificially-created, genetically-engineered bioroids.
"Testament"
Briareos! Briareos!
Briareos!
All right! The forecast was all wrong!
This is perfect vacation weather!
Hey, Deunan. You ready yet?
No, not yet...
All set!
What do you think?
Oh, it's good, I guess.
--Let's go. --What?! That's all?!
It's just an overnight trip. Why are you so excited?
Come in, Poseidon Air M727 in Sector Charlie-Two-Three.
This is OAS Control.
You are deviating from your flight plan.
Correct your course immediately.
M727, respond.
What's the matter?
Poseidon Air Flight M727 is veering further and further from its flight plan.
It's me, Lance.
Your request for leave time is hereby rescinded.
Huh?! What for?!
Return to HQ at once and prepare for an assault.
--It's a classified P4 operation. --This sucks!
M727, an ultra-high capacity plane chartered to fly from Poseidon to Paris,
has been hijacked.
Approximately 13 minutes ago, the plane in question altered its course
and is now headed straight for Olympus.
Who's behind it?
A faction of Human Liberation Front followers has claimed responsibility.
They demand the release of all imprisoned compatriots within three hours.
That's crazy.
Are they gonna seek asylum in Switzerland or something?
The crew and passengers are being held hostage--3,000 in all.
We lack intel, so I need a Hekatoncheires to lead the assault.
You and Deunan will handle this mission. That is all.
I could've had a nice break, if only he wasn't a Hekaton.
This is no time for nonsense. Get your asses back here!
Remind me, the Human Liberation Front is a group of human supremacists
who oppose not just robots, but cyborgs and bioroids too, right?
They're hard-line reactionary conservatives.
I doubt bioroids' lives mean anything to them.
That's horrible.
They're just genetically engineered people
who've been given thought control and lifespan modification.
They're basically no different from humans...
It's true that bioroids and humans are made of the same stuff.
But there are always people who'll notice the slightest of differences
and get it into their heads that they're superior to the rest.
It's so stupid...
That's how rare pureblooded humans have become.
They're so vocal about preservation because there are so few left.
Not everyone can be a she-devil with no need for an escort.
A charter jet that departed from Poseidon?
Yes.
Our Ark Project is currently underway.
We cannot allow for even the slightest slip-up until it is complete.
Keep a close eye on Poseidon's behavior.
Yes.
They are not pleased with this project of ours.
The Ark Project was Gaia's decision.
As for how will it effect Olympus...
We bioroids may very well cease to exist depending on how it fares.
Prime Minister.
However, regardless of its results, we must simply follow Gaia's guidance.
With faith that it will lead to the future of mankind...
Briareos!
Don't worry! Just focus on taking out the enemy!
Roger!
A floating pillbox?!
Camouflage won't help you!
I found 'em, Briareos!
Briareos!
How dare you...!
Relax, Deunan! Have you forgotten?!
A Hekatoncheires can operate an entire aircraft carrier single-handedly.
Even with engines out, I can handle a simple passenger plane, no problem.
But...!
The people's lives take top priority.
Just focus on the task in front of you!
It's a miracle!
He landed it with no trouble at all, even with three engines gone!
That's a Hekatoncheires for you.
If you'll excuse me.
Briareos!
You're okay! What a relief!
Who are you?
We're from the Tartaros Center.
I'm Deia Cides, a bioroid researcher.
This is Mr. Eurys. He's in charge of the next-gen bioroid project.
Thank you for taking back the 3,000 frozen embryos.
Wait, the hostages... were these?!
Once an ovum has been fertilized, it's seen as a living organism,
whether it appears human or not.
Sounds kinda complicated...
We'll put them to good use for the development of next-gen bioroids
who will help foster a more secure and perfect paradise...
The central role of the Ark Project
will fall to what is known as an "unprocessed" bioroid.
Even if unprocessed bioroids are no different from humans,
it is we humans who must have divinity, not bioroids.
Do you understand?
We cannot allow Olympus to carry out its ultra-long term Ark Project.
There exists no such thing as a paradise created by bioroids.
Not twenty years ago, and not now.
For me?
I want you to have it.
But it's so important to you...
Compasses always point north.
Regardless of whether you're a human, bioroid, cyborg, or a robot,
compasses always point in the same direction.
It's up to us to have faith in that and choose the path we must follow.
I will continue to look to the future.
I want to walk toward that future with you.
Alcides...
Let's get married.
You all right?
Yes...
Thanks, Briareos!
Pay more attention to what's around you!
It still worked out in the end!
Partners are supposed to clean up each other's messes!
I'll start with the analysis results.
The case likely contained Argonaut-made Damysos parts.
Argonaut?
Didn't Poseidon bomb and immobilize the Argonaut 20 years ago?
While it did land in a place well-suited for terrorist bases to spring up,
it also serves as a vital source of information.
We believe Poseidon is purposefully leaving it alone.
The Argonauts, huh...
In which case, this may be the doing
of someone following in the footsteps of the hero Alcides...
Look, Briareos!
Water birds!
Earth to Briareos...
What's with you? Are you still thinking about work?
About this morning's mission...
You're going to lecture me now?
You should pay more attention to your surroundings.
The regular police's closure was full of holes.
It's their fault a civilian was in the mission area.
Cool down.
It could've turned out differently. Just because we're on a new team now--
What's the big deal? I recovered the bait just fine.
I can't rel on those losers.
Listen. Most of the other members are more experienced than us.
You need to trust them more!
Forget that.
I have faith in each person's skills...
...but you're the only one I can really trust.
If that's your attitude, then you should quit ES.W.A.T.
You don't understand anything.
For someone with eight eyes, you're completely blind when it comes to me!
Deunan is part African.
When she was ten, her mother was shot and killed
while crossing a street for white people.
After that, her father Karl trained her in how to fight.
You took a real beating.
Briareos...
Use this. You'll heal faster.
Thanks...
I wish I could go somewhere that isn't here...
Is this life hard for you?
Day in and day out, all I was taught was how to use a knife and gun...
It was never like this when I lived with my mom...
Hey. Let's go somewhere else, away from here.
Somewhere peaceful, somewhere paradise-like...
Do you really think such a place exists now?
Together, I know we can find it.
I know we can...
Stupid Briareos...!
I ain't goin' home tonight!
Hitomi! Lemme crash here tonight!
Hitomi?
Oh! Hi, Deunan!
Let me introduce you!
This is Deia, a bioroid researcher sent here from Poseidon!
Hello.
Huh? Aren't you...?
Forget it! I ain't going home!
Why do humans get like this?
A bioroid like you wouldn't understand!
It's about Briareos again, isn't it?
Briareos?
Her man. He's a Hekatoncheires cyborg!
For a Hekaton, that jerk's completely blind to women's feelings...
She's a member of ES.W.A.T.?
The explosion severely damaged his entire body.
Briareos! Briareos!
Briareos!
Sorry for the trouble.
It's no problem. It happens all the time.
Hitomi's a nice girl.
Well, bioroids are designed to serve humans and all.
How many humans are there in Olympus?
We humans are only 20% of the population.
Bioroids even run Olympus' administration.
You mentioned you're from Poseidon...
Yes, but please don't get the wrong impression.
Not everyone in Poseidon hates Olympus.
Sorry, that isn't what I mean to say.
Still, I never imagined that you lived so nearby.
Thank you for saving me earlier.
It was nothin'. Just doing my job.
--Well, see you later. --Yes. Goodnight.
Briareos...
You're nice and warm...
Just talking in her sleep...
I hear the Argonauts have announced a terrorist attack.
How has Poseidon responded?
A man claiming to be Alcides' son has taken leadership of the Argonauts,
expanded the group's influence, and insists on its independence.
I'm told Poseidon will have to exercise the use of force
if armed guerillas are confirmed to be lurking within the Argonauts.
Independence, huh...
This truly is a repeat of twenty years ago.
I thought the bombardments had ruined the Argonauts' technical capabilities,
but if this terrorist threat is real, it might just take flight this time...
The mythical Landmate known as the "Bronze Bird."
You mean the Stymphalean, the exo-atmospheric Landmate?!
We expect a backroom human-smuggling deal.
The dead can't talk. Capture everyone on the list alive.
There will be no changes to this operation as briefed.
I'm going on ahead. Stay on your toes!
109, drop!
109! copy!
113, storming in!
ES.W.A.T.!
Well, well, well.
So this rabbit hutch is actually the Poseidon ambassador's dressing room...
This is an international trading port!
We're essentially standing in my nation's territory!
This is a flagrant border violation!
We have the Chief of Staff's approval.
Unfortunately, your homeland informed us two seconds ago
that your diplomatic privileges have been suspended.
Poseidon has suspended me...? What has Foreign Minister Araragi said?!
We can discuss it back at our reception room.
Might I ask your bodyguard to stand down?
ES.W.A.T. will see that you remain safe.
Magus.
I'm pretty sure that's Professor Leon. He's on the international wanted list.
A terrorist engineer who works for the Argonauts.
Vengeance belongeth unto me.
Striving for a paradise where people can live like people,
the Argonauts hereby declare independence from Poseidon!
A Hekatoncheires!
Briareos!
Go... Deunan...
Go...
Together, I know we can find it...
This guy's good!
What kind of armor is this?!
Don't look so down.
Briareos...
Is this really our paradise?
Hey there.
Oh, hi!
--How's it going? --Okay, I guess.
I'm home, Yoshitsune!
Welcome back!
Hello, Briareos!
Hitomi. Weren't you going shopping with Deunan?
Huh? I just got back from a three-day stint at the Legislative Bureau...
Listen up!
When you look right, see left too! When you look up, see down too!
See it all at the same time!
Deunan...
Squeeze the trigger before looking at your target!
Always take out anyone who seems suspicious!
Don't focus on one spot! If this were real, you'd be dead twice now!
Karl! Let her take a break already!
How many times must I say it?! Don't give yourself blind spots!
Don't assume you'll always have a buddy!
What the hell, Karl?! You're pushing her too hard!
She can't keep this up!
Something the matter?
Briareos.
Deunan.
Today, where did...
What?
N-Nothing.
You're such a weirdo.
Maybe she's getting it overhauled?
If she was in the Ladon River district, she was probably at Ceryneia.
Ceryneia?
A gun shop. I hear they even sell weapons wholesale to the police.
You've never heard of it?
They have a good reputation. I hear they're pros at weapon maintenance.
The owner's a bioroid named Lark.
They say he's a fine, handsome young man.
This is a rare piece, even for a custom Government model.
Aside from the original slide and frame, everything else is totally new.
I take it you prefer rubber grips, Deunan?
No, it's always been like that. It's a keepsake from my dad.
Oh, in that case...
Karl...
Karl! Why must you push your own daughter so hard?!
Hey! You listening to me, Karl?!
Is that...?
She's my daughter... The only family I have left.
So I have to protect her, no matter what it takes.
Even if it makes me seem like a monster right now.
Deunan is vulnerable without you to watch her back.
Should anything happen to me, she's in your hands, Briareos...
All Olympus bioroids are fabricated and managed here at Tartaros.
They're clones made from altered human genes.
Everything is modified, from intentionality to emotional stasis.
Basically, their hardware is human, but their internal software isn't.
In a sense, bioroids are complex and sophisticated high-precision robots.
Including myself.
Here we are...
ls there an issue with this file?
Never mind.
Lark Ceryne...
Ah, he's a bioroid with Karl Knute and Alcides' genes.
Bioroids crafted from such a combination of superior human genes
are ideal citizens to have in the utopian city of Olympus, you see.
Perfect, ideal humans...
They're not perfect.
If they were, they wouldn't commit suicide.
For bioroids, living isn't a right. It's a duty.
If they desire to break loose from that,
then self-abandonment is their only way to know true freedom.
That's far from perfect.
You were out late.
Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Where's your Government model?
I'm having it overhauled.
It's no big deal. Why do you ask?
"No big deal"?
Oh, come on, Briareos.
We're talking about the gun Karl left you as a keepsake.
Can you really entrust it... to that guy?
What? You went and investigated me?!
I can't believe this! Explain yourself!
What's wrong with caring about your partner?!
You call someone who snoops and spies on me a partner?!
When did you suddenly become my guardian?!
I'm saying it for your sake!
You just won't be happy until you've worked your will on me!
You're just like my shitty dad!
"Shitty dad"?!
Whatever! I'm outta here!
A fixed rate of bioroid suicides is to be expected,
however, that frequency over the past year has exceeded Gaia's projections.
Administration has decided that if this is an omen of a terrorist plot,
then early intervention by ES.W.A.T. would be wise.
And?
We finally managed to put the pieces together.
Crazily enough, even you and Deunan are involved...
I don't know how to thank you for dinner; I only did my job.
This is just how much I appreciate it.
Oh, right. You mentioned it was your father's keepsake.
Yeah. He was one shitty dad.
Whoa, now...
Taking rifles apart and rebuilding them instead of playing with blocks...
Close-quarters combat with elite soldiers while playing house...
Hard to imagine, don't you think?
But I also owe it to those combat skills for getting me this far in life.
But him... He left for the war and never came back.
That much I know.
Karl Knute, the hero.
Briareos was in the same unit. He brought the gun back to me.
Thank you for entrusting me with such an important gun.
Thanks. I had a nice time tonight.
Me too.
Sorry I can't take you home. I still have work, you see...
--Sure. Keep up the good work. --Goodnight.
Who's the next target?
Me.
The cops showed up at Tartaros as I was leaving.
Seems they've finally noticed
that all the bioroids who've killed themselves were under my supervision.
They'll discover my connection to you before long.
Time is about up. For both of us.
I see...
So you saw through it all, huh?
Assisted bioroid suicide...
He's a suicidal bioroid too.
He's also unprocessed, just like me.
I'm impressed he's lived this long.
I hear humans call Olympus a paradise.
It's bioroids who make that paradise work,
by acting as the cogs to carry out Gaia's intentions.
But bioroids with deadly impulses
are anomalies in the system we call Olympus.
That uncertain behavior affects everything.
As such, bioroids mustn't commit suicide.
And that's why you're killing them?
Please don't treat me like some deranged murderer.
I'm simply granting the wishes of bioroids who realize they're defective
and optimizing society.
They obey the voices of their genes, and I obey the voices of mine
to maintain this paradise for you humans.
You should've been optimized first, for the sake of society.
Do you think so?
The impulse driving me might very well be caused
by the genes inside me that come from your father.
Briareos!
You all right?
So you had intended to catch him from the very start?
A bioroid with my dad's genes was murdering people.
Olympus is too small for me to look the other way.
Why did you come here?
I could've handled this on my own.
I have to keep you safe. I have to keep protecting you.
For how long?!
Just how long do you have to keep protecting me?
Partners are supposed to be on equal terms.
I have to watch your back and keep you safe.
It's always been that way...
Then you can stop now.
I've had enough...
Deunan...
I can't have someone always shielding me...
I can protect myself now.
I have to protect you, no matter what.
I'm home!
What's with the baby?
It's the fruit of the love between me and Yoshitsune!
What?! There's no way!
Actually, my grandpa in the Legislative Bureau asked me to look after him.
The Legislative Bureau? Meaning this baby's a bioroid too?
Yeah.
But what can a baby bioroid possibly be useful for?
109. Emergency mission.
It'll take two hours for it to take hold. Rest until then.
These are implanted into some bioroids.
This one will only last for two weeks.
It'll disintegrate on its own after that.
Thanks.
I guess now ES.W.A.T. can keep tabs on whether I'm alive or not.
Another dangerous job?
A compass?
On your desk there...
Oh, yes.
I guess I never mentioned it.
It's a keepsake from my late husband.
Huh? I'm sorry...
It was a long time ago. Don't worry about it.
That reminds me, your partner was pretty worried about you.
Don't wait until it's too late. I speak from experience.
How... did he die?
Huh?
I've been wondering about it for a while now.
You've always been there to lend an empathetic ear
whenever I needed to vent about Briareos or my dad...
Compasses always point north.
Regardless of whether you're a human, bioroid, cyborg, or a robot,
compasses always point in the same direction.
What brought that on?
Oh, sorry.
I'm reminded of those words he said long ago
whenever I see you, Hitomi, and Briareos getting along.
In any case, you really should patch things up with him.
Briareos.
About this solo mission to infiltrate the Argonauts...
Are you still insistent...?
I'm not going to decline. I was specifically chosen for it.
It's too dangerous. All the more so if this giant Landmate is real.
Lance made the decision.
If you don't like the plan, take it up with him.
This mission is too much for you to handle.
That's why I'm going alone...
Because I want to fix that and find paradise!
You didn't used to be like this.
You were never like this when I lived with my mom
or when I was forced to learn to use knives and guns day in and day out...
I just want to keep you safe, like Karl did.
Like my detestable old man?!
Deunan...
Karl was...
I don't need a partner like you.
Deunan...
My fellow members of the Argonauts, founded by Alcides!
I am Hyllus, son of Alcides and inheritor of his will!
Your skills and your spirit must continue to live forever!
Here, let me carry some.
No, I'll do it.
Just let me.
Here.
Thanks.
Hey. You, too.
Thanks...
Pollux!
You need to work out more.
Thanks, Briareos!
113. Shifting from Point C to F.
45 to 113.
Shifting from Point C to F.
What's wrong, 113? You aren't payin' attention.
Oh, sorry.
Geez, still got her on the mind?
A cyborg!
You're a dangerous girl, all right.
I'm not just "some girl"!
Take a good look around you.
Huh? Isn't that that big-shot Poseidon doctor?
--She's being inspected, huh... --Yay! Yay!
--What's with the luggage?
Oh, hello!
Briareos! Perfect timing!
Huh?
Could you babysit for just a day? Pretty please?!
No can do. I'm on duty.
Deia's going back to Poseidon now!
I can't take care of a baby all by myself!
You're returning to Poseidon?
Yes. My term is up.
As short as it was, I enjoyed my time here.
There, there!
Now, now! Don't cry!
Don't cry, don't cry! Don't cry!
No crying!
Thanks!
Let's go.
What's wrong?
Even kids like them are terrorists?
Don't get the wrong idea.
We just don't want anyone interfering with our lives here.
I gotta say, you sure know how to make someone feel welcome.
A Colt Government... That's quite an old gun you have there.
It's just a good luck charm. A keepsake from my old man.
A keepsake?
A guy named Karl Knute used to carry that same model everywhere he went.
You know my dad?
He was your father?
Twenty years ago, I guess it was,
Karl Knute and our hero, Alcides, were comrades.
Why would my dad partner with a terrorist?
Alcides is not a terrorist.
World industries are centered around bioroids now, just like in Olympus.
Alcides founded the Argonauts in the hopes of finding a paradise
where people can live like people.
Technological development made by man alone...
That was the challenge that faced us if we hoped to change our future.
Through repeated failures-- no, through repeated trial-and-error,
the Argonauts finally successfully developed their own unique technology.
In pursuit of Alcides' ideal paradise, this technology rapidly advanced
and grew grander in magnitude.
This culminated in the Stymphalean,
a large Landmate designed for outer space deployment.
This level of technology was so great, in fact, that it surpassed Poseidon's
and made the Argonauts' name known throughout the world.
And so, Alcides, unrestrained by Poseidon, declared independence
to safeguard that technology and the people on the Argonaut.
However, this provoked Poseidon's hostility,
resulting in an influx of pirates seeking the Stymphalean,
operatives from major nations, and other sordid antagonists.
Due to this, Karl Knute was brought in as a self-defense instructor.
Alcides.
With the entire world out to get the Argonauts,
will this voyage you're on lead to a clear future for mankind?
I don't know.
But I believe this is my destiny.
I intend to continue living aboard the Argonaut, as Alcides the hero.
Karl. Will you join me?
Unfortunately, I must return to my homeland.
What are you going to do back home?
I hear the situation there has turned ugly...
I want to keep my family safe.
Family?
I have a kid on the way.
I want to teach her how to live so she can survive anywhere she goes.
And with those words, Karl left.
So she can survive anywhere she goes...
I just want to keep you safe, like Karl did.
A bioroid came aboard the Argonaut at around the same time.
Together with a Poseidon woman.
Poseidon woman?
Alcides fell in love with her, and she became pregnant.
And that's Hyllus?
No, he's just a bioroid created from Alcides' genes.
Huh?
During a Poseidon bombing,
Alcides died protecting the woman carrying his child.
Humanity may be the god who created the bioroids,
but humanity is not the bioroids' ruler.
However, due to the god of jealousy's scheming,
the hero murdered the ruler.
And thus ended the Argonaut's voyage.
Tectonic changes drained the ocean,
leaving the ship to rust in a sea of salt.
But Alcides' will and technological skill still remain here.
So the Landmate does still exist?
Is that what you're after?
Then there's no harm in showing you.
Huh?
Here it is.
This is the Stymphalean?
It's just a bunch of junk.
I was completely taken in by a toy that doesn't even work.
It's not junk. It's hope.
Alcides himself said that things aren't important to preserve.
Skills are.
The technological prowess to build Stymphaleans is in our hands!
Stop, Hyllus. You will bring calamity upon the Argonauts.
I've dedicated myself to protecting this place;
I even made myself into a cyborg to live longer.
I am Hyllus, son of Alcides and inheritor of his will!
I don't know if you're from Poseidon or Olympus.
But I wouldn't be surprised if Hyllus was created by your people.
So you insist on declaring independence and forcing bombardments again?!
It's a price I'm willing to pay,
if it'll spread the Argonauts' name around the world once more.
You'll never be a hero-- you can't protect those you love!
Vengeance belongeth unto me.
Who's there?!
Alcides?!
Hyll--
Elman!
You've left yourself wide open.
The bombardment Poseidon was planning has been called off.
I'm told Poseidon recon has confirmed the ringleader's death.
No fun for us, huh?
--What's going on? --An accident?
Is that...?
No way!
Magus, Hesse, Baxter!
You're on the strike force! Take the Guges Ds!
Gina, Grigg, Briareos!
You'll focus on deciphering the coded signal!
You have 120 minutes to figure it out.
Lance. Put me on the strike force too.
You don't have your "Hundred Hands" for slugging it out.
Have more faith in your comrades.
You need to trust them more!
Forget that.
I have faith in each person's skills...
...but you're the only one I can really trust.
If that's your attitude, then you should quit ES.W.A.T.
You don't understand anything.
For someone with eight eyes, you're completely blind when it comes to me!
When this is over, take me to get something tasty.
I dunno if this is our paradise or not,
but we can at least eat something nice on occasion, right?
Do you have a place in mind?
A restaurant Hitomi mentioned the other day!
She said it has a fantastic night view!
That's fine with me, but...
I'm not sure a place like that can satisfy your voracious appetite.
Your vocal filters have no tact at all!
There. Now that's the Deunan I know.
"Early this morning, the Human Liberation Front
will launch an assault on Tartaros.
If our demands are not met within six hours,
the Stymphalean will wipe out Olympus.
The Stymphalean carries a 20-kiloton nuclear warhead.
That is all."
What are the demands?
That Tartaros' cryogenic equipment be shut off for a full 24 hours.
Either way, Poseidon will be set back twenty years...
What are our options?
The Stymphalean is currently being controlled remotely.
ES.W.A.T. is working on taking over its communication systems.
We will need to seek Urban Planning's judgment as well.
Convene the Legislative Bureau and the Senate too.
And I'll wish to consult with Gaia.
It appears they've examined the status of Olympus' intercept capabilities
and concluded that an external foray would be impossible.
So that hijack incident was just a practice run, huh?
Still, takes some balls to come straight for the urban area.
How'd they even bring that thing here?
Have you figured out the Stymphalean's comms link?
It communicates remotely by randomly switching
between radio, optical, and acoustic transmissions on a nano-second scale.
There's only one way to stop it...
Cut the power supply to each and every system.
Damn, they're crazy!
That Landmate is a Hekatoncheires.
Sheesh, what's with this signal?
It seems like it has a fixed rhythm, but it varies ever-so-slightly.
Doesn't it remind you of anything, though?
A heartbeat?
I refuse to accept this!
We promised to find paradise together, remember?!
Could you sign this cyborg modification consent form?
Huh?
I'm afraid his life-support functions won't hold out much longer.
Briareos is going to die?!
I won't let Briareos die... I absolutely won't!
Deunan.
This is Deunan's heartbeat!
I'm certain of it.
They're using Deunan's heartbeat to encode their signal.
Briareos...
Olympus...!
Olympus is...!
I have to protect our paradise...!
There is no paradise.
Huh?
People are unable to trust one another.
That was the cause of the endless conflict that nearly destroyed the world.
You know that.
Where in such a world could paradise possibly exist?
Our mission now is to stabilize the signal.
We're going to target Deunan?!
Weighing the life of a single special unit member
against the tens of thousands of lives of Olympus citizens...
The choice is pretty clear.
He understands that too.
113. Prepare for snipe attack.
Where are you going?!
To do what I have to do. That's all.
There is no paradise.
940 seconds until Tartaros is within bombing range.
Vengeance belongeth unto me.
Alcides died protecting the woman carrying his child.
Briareos!
Briareos...?!
My heart...
How remorseless the people of Olympus are.
I assume they've discovered your heartbeat
is being used to encrypt the signal.
Yet they have no hesitation in killing a loved one for their own aims.
Killing me...?!
Deunan...
At some point, I took Karl's words and made them my own mindset.
But if that isn't what you want,
then I at least want to protect you in my own way.
Watch it, 113!
Don't concentrate all of your Hekaton functions on sniping!
I have to protect you, no matter what.
I'll protect you while you're vulnerable... I'll watch your back!
Briareos...
How long are we going to keep living like this?
Until we find our paradise. You know that.
This can't be...!
Heartbeat has ceased.
Signal code is flat and stable now.
We now have access to the Stymphalean's control functions.
ES.W.A.T. has gained 60% of total control.
Lead it to the predetermined intercept point inside Olympus.
45, 25, and 29. Focus on disarming the warhead now.
Roger that.
Surrender. Your scheme is over now.
Deia...!
Choosing your mission over the life of the woman you love...
It appears you have not just the body, but the heart of a machine as well.
But how...? Your heart stopped beating!
Maybe a Hekatoncheires could snipe precisely enough to cause apparent death,
but resuscitation is something else altogether!
Giving up on life... was not part of my upbringing.
Safeguarding the place we've reached...
...and never giving up on living...
That is our way of life.
You gambled on your lover's ability to survive, then?
Is that a result of Karl Knute's genes?
Genes have nothing to do with it.
It was to protect what needs protecting...
For the paradise where we can live like ourselves!
Paradise...
For me?
I want you to have it.
But it's so important to you...
Compasses always point north.
Regardless of whether you're a human, bioroid, cyborg, or a robot,
compasses always point in the same direction.
It's up to us to have faith in that and choose the path we must follow.
A paradise where people can live like people...
You're Alcides'...
The inheritor of Alcides' will...
...isn't a bioroid.
Are you trying to say that it's you?
That what you're doing is Alcides' will?
Alcides is no more.
Bioroids carrying Alcides' genes are nothing more than puppets.
I won't let Alcides' genes be used.
I won't let him be defiled.
Paradise no longer exists...
You intend to break into the system?!
You'll fry your brain!
Intrusion detected in the Stymphalean's control network!
Stop this, Deia!
This is my way of life, having lost my beloved and my paradise...
Stop resisting! Your head'll be next!
How I envy you, Deunan...
Your man is still alive...!
Deia!
Briareos! Deunan!
Get out of there! We're taking it out!
There exists no such thing as a paradise created by bioroids.
Not twenty years ago, and not now.
Were you worried you were going to die then?
Were you?
I... felt I did it to protect you.
I felt the same way.
You said you'd protect me no matter what, remember?
Deunan...
I'm glad you're alive.
Your man is still alive...
Deia...
She said she lost her family.
It's possible that was true and not just a cover story.
She must've already lost what needed her protection and love...
What needed her love...
Want to hit the road again?
To somewhere peaceful, somewhere paradise-like?
Today, a goodwill ambassador from Poseidon entered the country
to profess friendly relations between Olympus and Poseidon.
Is that...?!
Deia...
A hero once went to steal a ruler's treasure,
but instead fell in love with the ruler and had a child.
However, due to the god of jealousy's scheming,
the hero murdered the ruler and left with the treasure.
You've only begun to retrieve the treasure you're meant to bring back...
...Deia.