She became a God.
Nene?
What is it, Linna?
How long do you think our inner-metal will last?
I don't know, but it probably won't last that long.
Do you think we'll be able to get back up there?
No, we look like we're not moving,
but we're flying toward Earth at high speed due to the explosion.
Soon, we'll speed up more as Earth's gravity affects us.
What? What do you mean by that?!
Are you saying that we're going to crash into the Earth and splatter?
Possibly.
Possibly? Maybe?!
Oh, no! Can we do anything about it? Well?!
Priss, are you going to fight by yourself?
Galatea!
Damn it.
Ridiculous imitation!
What the hell are you saying?
What the hell did you do to me?!
Who are you?
Sylia, right?
Yes, I'm Sylia. Who are you?
Me?
I... I wonder who I am?
My name is Priss, Priss Asagiri.
Priss? I like that name.
Where is this place?
Momma's house, but she's not at home now.
Is this place inside of Galatea's memory?
A memory of when Galatea existed solely inside of Sylia's brain?
Yes.
A human being
is just a system controlled by the electrical activities in its brain.
It can be reduced to mere information.
What the hell are you talking about?
I was born from Sylia's brain.
Now, the opposite situation is occurring.
The anti-seed, which exists in the core of the boomer,
is you, Priss.
Vital organic functions have been taken over by the boomers.
Your mind and body have been dedicated to boomers, Priss.
No way...
What's the matter?
I wonder what I can do to save them?
It's funny
that Earth's fate will be decided by such ill-mannered girls.
Isn't it?
Let's go. I want to let them rest as soon as possible.
If there was a way to help them...
Nene, we're going to be in serious trouble!
What will we do? What can we do to be able to land safely?
The boomer who is holding me,
please release yourself from whatever controls you.
What are you saying?
Change me, boomer.
Nene, it's as if you were...
Think as I'm doing, Linna.
I wonder if I can?
You will.
Hard suit, I accept you as a boomer.
So please protect me.
Priss!
I am already in Galatea.
Galatea and I are looking at the same thing.
What's that?
Nene... Linna...
I see now.
It's not over yet!
I am not you!
I am different!
Foreign substance in the body.
Activating immune system.
Galatea!
No more fooling around!
No! My metal...
Don't run out at a time like this!
Damn! My oxygen is running out now, isn't it?
Is this the end?!
I... I want more power!
Nene!
A little bit longer.
You want power, don't you?
Who's there?
Please order me to have my own will.
Your own will? You may have anything like that you want.
Please accept me as usual.
Who is this?
Please put me on, Priss.
Motoslave?
You're alive, aren't you?
Because of the shock when crashing into the skyhook,
thirty-five percent of my function has been lost.
Battery metal hasn't remained as strong.
I want to finish this as soon as possible, of course!
Incredible! I can move so fast.
But I'm going to smash your god, you know?
The master I serve is you, Priss.
For me, you are the mast...
Cut it out. I'm not a person like that!
This boomer wants to be God for mankind?!
Don't think so highly of yourself!
Why?
Why do you persist in trying to remain a human being?
As long as human beings remain as they are,
neither mind nor body can evolve.
So, why?
I don't understand.
Finally, Galatea has gone insane.
No, she is speeding up her evolution.
Priss!
Priss, are you all right?
You're worse off than I am!
Hurry up! The metal is running out.
Motoslave, can you be with me until the end?
Yes.
Well then, let's go.
Yes.
Galatea, this is a present from all humankind.
Motoslave!
Death?
Die?
No, reproduction.
Revive the evidence of being God.
I found the right path of evolution.
What?
When Priss entered into me,
when my consciousness was born in Sylia's brain,
my existence became eternal.
That's the real assimilation.
I will be in everything. That's the real form of God.
I don't care anymore.
It's kind of beautiful.
It's very beautiful.
A tremendous amount of neutrino radiation has been observed,
and the government has quickly formed an investigative committee,
to try to discover the cause of this phenomenon.
Priss...
Don't you want to go home?
Sure, I do, but I think it's too late.
Priss, accept me and let me enter into you.
Mackey, are you...
Mackey...
Sylia...
My God!
Even though people are there
People are here as well
I want to connect all of the small miracles
The door to tomorrow will be opened
Sha la la la la...
This planet is gentle, so
Let my exhausted body be released
Time in the history
On the morning of shooting stars
By being wrapped in the wind