#Ghost in the shell 1995 english free#

Major Motoko Kusanagi: But that's just it, that's the only thing that makes me feel human. You're treated like other humans, so stop with the angst. Batou: You've got human brain cells in that titanium shell of yours. Maybe there never was a real me in the first place, and I'm completely synthetic like that thing. Sometimes I suspect I am not who I think I am, like maybe I died a long time ago and somebody took my brain and stuck it in this body. Batou: Just what, then? Major Motoko Kusanagi: Well, I guess cyborgs like myself have a tendency to be paranoid about our origins. Major Motoko Kusanagi: No, I don't mean physically. Did we seem similar to you? Batou: Of course not. Batou: I guess once you start doubting, there's no end to it. Of course, the ones who check are only human. They're subjected to a stringent screening of their personal lifes. And this poor bastard has been hacked pretty badly.īatou: Chief, you've ever questioned the ethics of the neural surgeons who monkey around inside your brain? Chief Aramaki: They undergo psychiatrical evaluations, especially those in security. Fugitive: It's no use arresting me! I'm not talking to you god damn cops! Batou: Talk?! And just what are you going to talk about? You don't even know your own name, you stupid dickhead! Fugitive: Huh? Major Motoko Kusanagi: Can you remember your mother's name or what she looks like? Or how about where you were born? Don't you have any happy childhood memories? Do you even know who you are? Fugitive: (No Response) Batou: Ghost-hacked humans are so pathetic, it's a shame. That's what happens when you use HV bullets in one of these things. Tough chick needs backup? Since when did she ever need a hand?ĭialogue Batou: Got him, huh? Well, the breech and the barrel really screwed up.Jesus Christ, what a mess! You didn't have to go that far.When I die, since I'm a real skeptic, I'm gonna gripe to the lord and make sure I get back my original investment when I'm reincarnated ….Hm … pressure sensitive triggers and a gorgon mine? Or is it a dummy …? Either way, what a waste! I oughta take it home as a souvenir.Everything's accounted for, except your old shell. You're treated like other humans, so stop with the angst.I guess once you start doubting, there's no end to it.You and the chief are the only ones out of the whole section whose bodies don't come with a warranty.Any way you look at it, all the information that a person accumulates in a lifetime is just a drop in the bucket. Even a simulated experience or a dream simultaneous reality and fantasy. And where does the newborn go from here? The net is vast and infinite.Your effort to remain what you are is what limits you.Why continually repeat this cycle? Simply to survive by avoiding the weaknesses of an unchanging system. Cells repeat the process of degeneration and regeneration until one day they die, obliterating an entire set of memory and information. Life perpetuates itself through diversity, and this includes the ability to sacrifice itself when necessary.What we see now is like a dim image in a mirror.

As revenge for the fact that two of my men were killed, I even set it up so he would shoot his own son – through a door.

If you want to play at long-range sniping, you can always go shoot an elephant at 500 miles with a miniature cruise missile …

What we really need, Togusa, is not sharpshooting skills, so much as the ability to get close enough to make sure the enemy can be killed.

What if all that's left of the 'real you' is just a couple of lonely brain cells, huh?

Maybe someday your 'maker' will come … haul you away, take you apart, and announce the recall of a defective product.

So what happens if she turns over in her sleep? Won't her ghost separate from her body?.

Well, I guess cyborgs like myself have a tendency to be paranoid about our origins.

#Ghost in the shell 1995 english free#

I feel confined, only free to expand myself within boundaries. All of that blends to create a mixture that forms me and gives rise to my conscience. I collect information to use in my own way. Each of those things are just a small part of it. Sure, I have a face and voice to distinguish myself from others, but my thoughts and memories are unique only to me, and I carry a sense of my own destiny.

There are countless ingredients that make up the human body and mind, like all the components that make up me as an individual with my own personality.

When I float weightless back to the surface, I'm imagining I'm becoming someone else.

It's simple: overspecialize, and you breed in weakness. What's true for the group is also true for the individual.

If we all reacted the same way, we'd be predictable, and there's always more than one way to view a situation.