The fact is a human being exists as a human being,
and a machine exists as a machine.
Only human beings believe those facts describe a natural order.
Humans stopped evolving at the Neoteny stage
and are continuing to decline.
But some are born who don't believe in this order.
This might be a naturally occurring coincidence.
Before my consciousness was born,
I already had a physical existence.
There's a quality, a soul, that humans recognize in each other
which is impossible for machines, no matter how intricate, to copy.
In order to reproduce this quality found in human beings,
a core, called the anti-seed, was implanted into a hypothalamus.
That core was me.
I was refused by the brains of many people.
The only brain I was able to take root in was his daughter's brain.
Father...
Dr. Stingray...
Interpreter...
A part becomes the whole: evolution.
Sylia, I am you.
My existence is to be a focus for those who look down on others.
My raison d'etre is to bear all of their hatred.
Why do you look at me like that?
The closer I became to being human,
the more people identified me as a concern,
and they loved me more and hated me more.
The first sub-human being was duplicated from my core,
but it was imperfect.
Imperfect because he was too close to being human.
If Dr. Stingray didn't want to make a copy of a human being,
then why did he create me?
This is me. I was the first one.
But I am not the one to end existence by myself.
A human being is what you are.
You can't help thinking as a human being.
Okay, I will sleep as you wish,
because my mind isn't mature enough to revolt against my creator.
Copies of my core have multiplied, stripped of a will of their own.
Servants for human beings.
Artificial human beings without that needed quality.
Beings created as substitutes for those despised by other people.
I've been watching human beings.
Humans named the copies, which were born from me, boomers.
The word boomer holds the same meaning as the Hebrew golem.
I've been with them, but only as an observer, watching over them.
And then I was awakened.
I wonder what I'm going to do now?
I wonder why I was born into this world?
All machines made by human beings are a part of myself,
and I am in all of them.
Why don't humans accept boomers for the soul that exists in them?
The control system is out of order!
Hurry up! We have to evacuate now!
To destroy me would sever your connection to everything inhuman.
Even so, do you still want to destroy me?
If so, then I think I really should become your God.
What do I think, now that I've made it this far?
I'm an idiot, aren't I? Nobody asked me to do this.
I wonder how long my oxygen will last?
How am I going to get back home anyway?
Get back? To where?
Priss?! Priss?!
I found Priss!
Where is Galatea?
I think we got here long enough before her,
but we have only fifteen minutes before this lines up with the sun!
This place is too huge!
It's too quiet.
I wonder if this place has become a part of Galatea?
What's the matter?
The goddess is calling us.
The goddess? That was that feeling just now?
But who is it for?
Nene, hurry up and get to the main control room.
Gain control of the system.
Linna and I are going to check out this goddess.
Roger!
Let's go!
How lucky! The system hasn't died yet!
It's disgusting to have to do things like this myself!
Here we go!
To change the direction of the umbrella...
Priss, this is...
The phenomenon has leaked out!
Priss, the phenomenon is coming from there!
Yes, it's leaking from the power room.
If we don't prepare well enough mentally,
our hard suits will become mad boomers instantly.
What the hell is this?
Is this...
All boomers, all creatures which are not human, are one with me.
That was Galatea's voice!
Just as I thought,
the Showhamm Project became a boomer. That boomer is Galatea.
No!
NO!
Linna, concentrate!
Believe that you are not going to be taken over by the boomer.
I... I'm not...
Linna!
Good, all umbrellas have been rotated.
Everything will be okay after I disperse them.
Why?! Why don't they accept my commands?!
Sunlight will reach them shortly!
Sylia? Are you Sylia?
Your clothes, young lady.
I want them too.
Who the hell are you? Are you Galatea?
Linna, pull yourself together! Linna!
What?!
Why can't I can't change the orientation of the umbrellas?
The umbrellas are controlled directly by it? Since when?
The sun! The sunlight is about to strike!
It's started! If it reaches the Earth and hits the Genom Tower...
You shouldn't imitate me!
You're scared.
Who do you think you are?
Why did a stupid living thing like this think it could destroy me?
A stupid living thing?
I... Am I...
So what?
Don't you think it's strange that a person like you
tries to stop humans from going the way they're supposed to go?
This is probably the destiny all human beings must follow.
Because I'm the one who decides.
I make the decisions of God.
I'm sorry, but I don't believe in fortune telling or anything!
My destiny isn't very good.
Therefore, the only thing I can do is to change it myself!
Right! Now it's my turn!
You are God?
Don't make me laugh!
Sylia is so stupid to have made things like this.
Even though you put on a boomer like a suit of clothes,
it will get into your body and eventually combine with it.
What are you talking about? Nobody would let that happen!
It's meaningless for me to retain this shape.
What'll I do? Galatea is about to fire the phenomenon beam at Earth!
I'm sorry! I couldn't stop it.
No time to apologize. We have to hurry and do something about it!
The first beam has been fired.
After it recharges, it will fire immediately!
It can't be helped.
What?
The only thing we can do is destroy the energy center, right?
No way! We just found out a little while ago,
that place is filled with the phenomenon.
If we go in there again, our hard suits will go out of control!
Probably. So I'm going there by myself.
What are you talking about?
The three of us together? You're going to be nothing but trouble.
Hurry up and go back to Earth.
Enough is enough! What have we been to you?
We're neither moonlighting co-workers nor friends anymore.
What then?
Well...
The champions of right!
So it can't be helped after all.
Well, I'm going first.
Hey, that's not fair!
I guess it's okay.
Nene, run!
Right! Gotcha!
My body!
Nene!
Linna, hold on to me!
Hold me to prevent my mind from becoming something else,
in order to allow me to remain myself!
Linna...
What, Nene?
I'm sorry, even though we did our best.
It's okay, we did as much as we could.
Nene! Linna!
The wings of the angels have been broken.
After healing their injured mind and wings,
the angels will go back to the sky.
However, for now, I want to stay like this.
Singing my favorite song, floating in the stream of time.
Someday, going to the sky.
Being alone with my thoughts like this.
Bubblegum Crisis, the final episode.