Steins;Gate

Consider: Can the universe be justifiably called "infinite?"

Doubtful...

It may not have a discernible end, but it had a beginning...

And its component parts

definitely have a limited cosmological shelf life...

Splitting hairs or not, if history tells us anything

it's that scientists often make very poor poets...

We're a ship of fools chasing phantoms;

heedless of what really underwrites natural law.

Okarin.

Yeah, yeah.

Infiltration commencing. El. Psy. Congroo...

Over and out.

Place is a mortuary.

Organization stink is all over this.

Why did we come here again?

Huh? You're here because I permit you to be.

Ooo! A time machine? Neat!

The good doctor has beaten us to the punch,

oh devoted one...

He, in his unqualified hubris,

has broken ground on the invention of the millennium

and I'm morbidly curious

to see where our theories intersect, if at all. Hmph!

Huh...?!

The roof!

Eh...? What the hell?

Is anything not an emergency?

I'm sorry.

I know sometimes it's not, but this one counts for sure.

These are really, really rare, and I'm broke.

I look like an ATM to you...?

Too bad so sad, Greedy Gus... Life lesson.

Awww!

The Reality Principle does like to disabuse us of our whims...

Case in point: this one's a dud.

Look...! He's metal...!

Huh?

I don't believe it...! A metal oopa!

And that's good?

Ahh! You bet it is!

Hhhh... Yes, well. You would know better than I.

Thank you, Okarin.

"Hououin Kyouma."

Whatever. You're the best.

My name is a matter of--

Your attention, please.

Doctor Nakabachi's conference is about to begin

in the 8th floor lecture hall.

All who are interested are welcome to attend.

Printed on the handouts there in front of you

is more or less the hard blueprint

for one of mankind's oldest ambitions...

Of course...

The theoretical scaffolding begs some explanation.

As I'm sure you're aware,

mainstream science currently boasts something like ...

"Okay, don't be mad.

I think I dropped my Oopa, but I'm looking for it!"

Each separate discipline involved...

"The, inter-dimensional vectors of time travel..."

Doctor!!!

Save your questions until...

I have none, sir...!

I throw down the gauntlet as to your "theory's" authorship!

Do you take us all for babes in the wilderness...?!

Please ! World lines? Kerr Black Holes...?

Two words, sir: "John Titor!" Oh, yes!

I submit to all and sundry that you have shamelessly plagarized

the decade-old scratchings of an internet meme!

Oh please...! Far from it, my friend!

Titor's so-called theories are borderline schizophrenic!

Well, you'd certainly be in a unique position to know...

I wonder if you might indulge us with a brief overview

of just where your views diverge?

Excuse us.

H-Hey...!

Seriously? John Titor...?

Guy's got a point.

There's, like, similarities out the wazzu...

Hmph!

Who in the Hell are you?!

I think that's my line.

Uh... Beg pardon?

'Kay, so...

What were you trying to tell me back there...?

Earlier I mean?

Earlier?

Quarter of an hour ago.

They let you outta the nut house?

Hold on a second... Makise Kurisu...

The published Makise Kurisu...

Okay, that's impressive...

I'm guessing you're a grunt in some university lab?

Damn your eyes!

What is the Organization playing at?!

Uh... I'm sorry...?

Look, I just wanted to ask you about what--

And you're a fool to expect I'll talk...!

Red Alert. I've been cornered by an Agent.

Possibly a sleeper. Certainly illustrious...

Who are talking to?

Fear not. I'll give her the slip. Somehow. Perhaps--

Uh... It's... not on.

Hahahahaha!

Well...! You are a credit to your training, madam...

Few discover the ploy...

This phone shuts off automatically

in all hands but mine...

thus preserving the integrity of my communications.

Great. You're crazy.

Clearly this is asking a lot,

but I need you to summon up whatever focus you can spare.

Think back fifteen minutes...

You were trying your damnedest to tell me something...

And going by the look you had on your face, it was worth hearing.

Nice...

But don't think to ensnare me with this gambit...

And rest assured,

when next we meet I shan't be caught off guard so easily...

Uh...

Very well.

Wait, I...!

Clearly a lunatic... I think I'd remember meeting her.

Ah! There you are.

Mayuri! Where have you been?

What do you mean? I texted!

My oopa's gone missing!

I wrote my name on it and everything...

D'you drop it somewhere?

Probably.

Such is life.

Ah! You have any idea how much a metal oopa goes for on eBay?

We're talkin' ten thousand yen!

Ten thousand yen?!

Yup.

Well don't just stand there!

That lil' bauble could be the lab's ticket back to the black!

I'm not gonna sell my friend!

Just imagine all of the gloriously wicked experiments

we could get off the ground with ten thousand yen in the coffers!

I'm not gonna sell it. Don't--

Whoa...

Get outside!

Uh...

I know you're there...

Holy... Crap...

What's going on?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Hey, Okarin!

Hey you feel alright...?

'Cause you look like you're about to throw up.

Someone's... been murdered...

The eighth floor...

Wha...? Uh...

What is going on...?

Too-too-roo! Bottoms up!

The Hell is this?

Um. A drink?

No, I mean... Everyone just disappeared...

They did?

Yes! A moment ago there were people here!

Really?

Stop kidding around!

You had to have seen it, too...! Tell me you saw it, too!

I didn't.

This is ridiculous!

Don't play games...

I know you're watching... That's right, freak...

It behooves you nothing to ignore me.

Take a good look.

Quaff deeply from the trough of Future Shock...!

Allow that wooly brain to be stricken with envy!

You are speaking to Member Double-O One...

Lab Founder, Evil Genius and Mad Scientist extraordinaire...

'Tis I... Hououin Kyoma.

I still think that Okarin sounds way cuter.

Silence...!

My nom-de-plume is for special missions only...!

The girl, is known as Double-O Two. My assistant...

Cosplayer and resident female... Shiina Mayuri!

Too-too-roo! I prefer Mayushii.

Next up... I give you Hashida Itaru...

Our... Hack... Member Double-O Three!

Ugh. It's hack-er.

The way you say it makes no sense.

These are The Members.

Stop third degree-in' the lil' guy, will ya?

It's gettin' painful.

Bad enough you yoinked him outta the eighty percent off bin.

Heed me!

To find us, pry open the tiny door,

hang a left at Red Queen's Ersatz Botanical

and we're two blocks up in the warehouse lofts

just before March Hare's Haberdashery!

Chaos is our prime directive: To pitch the world on its ear

via the maddest of mad sciences...!

If you knew all of this prior, continue to stare blankly...

Ah-ha! Just as I suspected! Doff the charade, mutant!

Hey guys, you know what?