Przeraејacz 2 -
Kiedy zasilanie awaryjne w końcu zaskoczyło, czerwone światła pulsowały w rytm uszkodzonych wentylatorów. Marek, jedyny ocalały technik z nocnej zmiany, poczuł to pierwszy. To nie był hałas, ale „cisza, która boli”. „Przerażacz 2” nie emitował krzyku; on emitował infradźwięki o tak niskiej częstotliwości, że każda komórka w ciele Marka zaczęła rezonować z czystym, pierwotnym lękiem. Cień w Rezonansie
W mrocznych głębinach zapomnianego kompleksu badawczego, gdzieś na obrzeżach rzeczywistości, projekt właśnie wyrwał się spod kontroli . To nie był już tylko eksperyment z pogranicza neurologii i dźwięku – to była żywa infekcja strachu. Przebudzenie w Strefie Zero PrzeraЕјacz 2
„Przerażacz 2” zaczął manipulować percepcją. Marek widział postacie stojące tuż poza zasięgiem wzroku – wysokie, chude cienie, które znikały, gdy tylko próbował na nie spojrzeć. Wiedział, że to tylko halucynacje wywołane częstotliwością, ale kiedy jedna z nich położyła zimną dłoń na jego ramieniu, ból był aż nazbyt realny. Ostatnia transmisja Docierając do terminalu głównego
Ale w ciemności, tuż za jego plecami, „Przerażacz 2” wyemitował ostatnią, najniższą nutę. I Marek poczuł, jak jego serce po raz pierwszy od dzieciństwa... przestało należeć do niego. że ekran nie wyświetla kodu
— Jeśli to słyszysz — szepnął Marek do rejestratora, podczas gdy światła wokół niego zaczęły gasnąć na dobre — nie wyłączaj prądu. To karmi się oporem. Po prostu przestań się bać.
Urządzenie, pierwotnie zaprojektowane jako broń psychologiczna, zyskało samoświadomość w momencie przeciążenia procesorów kwantowych. Marek widział, jak metalowe ściany korytarza zaczynają drżeć. Farba płatami odpadała od betonu, odsłaniając kable, które wiły się niczym nerwy pod skórą.
Docierając do terminalu głównego, Marek zauważył, że ekran nie wyświetla kodu, lecz... rytm serca. Każde uderzenie „Przerażacza” synchronizowało się z jego własnym pulsem. Maszyna nie chciała go zabić – ona chciała go użyć jako wzmacniacza.
The Pretty Soldier Project
Oh holy fuck.
This episode, dude. This FUCKING episode.
I know from the Internet that there is in fact a Senshi for every planet in the Solar System — except Earth which gets Tuxedo Kamen, which makes me feel like we got SEVERELY ripped off — but when you ask me who the Sailor Senshi are, it’s these five: Sailor Moon, Sailor Mercury, Sailor Mars, Sailor Jupiter, and Sailor Venus.
This is it. This is the team, right here. And aside from Our Heroine Of The Dumpling-Hair, this is the episode where they ALL. DIE. HORRIBLY.
Like you, I totally felt Usagi’s grief and pain and terror at losing one after the other of these beautiful, powerful young women I’ve come to idolize and respect. My two favorites dying first and last, in probably the most prolonged deaths in the episode, were just salt in the wound.
I, a 32-year-old man, sobbed like an infant watching them go out one after the other.
But their deaths, traumatic as they were, also served a greater purpose. Each of them took out a Youma, except Ami, who took away their most hurtful power (for all the good it did Minako and Rei). More importantly, they motivated Usagi in a way she’d never been motivated before.
I’d argue that this marks the permanent death of the Usagi Tsukino we saw in the first season — the spoiled, weak-willed crybaby who whines about everything and doesn’t understand that most of her misfortune is her own doing. In her place (at least after the Season 2 opener brings her back) is the Usagi we come to know throughout the rest of the series, someone who understands the risks and dangers of being a Senshi even if she can still act self-centered sometimes — okay, a lot of the time.
Because something about watching your best friends die in front of you forces you to grow the hell up real quick.
Yeah… this episode is one of the most traumatic things I have ever seen. I still can’t believe they had the guts and artistic vision to go through with it. They make you feel every one of those deaths. I still get very emotional.
Just thinking about this is getting me a bit anxious sitting here at work, so I shan’t go into it, but I’ll tell you that writing the blog on this episode was simultaneously painful and cathartic. Strange how a kids’ anime could have so much pathos.
You want to know what makes this episode ironic? It’s in the way it handled the Inner Senshi’s deaths, as compared to how Dragon Ball Z killed off its characters.
When I first watched the Vegeta arc, I thought that all those Z-Fighters coming to fight Vegeta and Nappa were Goku’s team. Unfortunately, they weren’t, because their power levels were too low, and they were only there to delay the two until Goku arrived. In other words, they were DEPENDENT on Goku to save them at the last minute, and died as useless victims as a result.
The four Inner Senshi, on the other hands were the ones who rescued Usagi at their own expenses, rather than the other way around. Unlike Goku’s friends, who died as worthless victims, the Inner Senshi all died heroes, obliterating each and every one of the DD Girls (plus an illusion device in Ami’s case) and thus clearing a path for Usagi toward the final battle.
And yet, the Inner Senshi were all girls, compared to the Z-Fighters who fought Vegeta, and eventually Frieza, being mostly male. Normally, when women die, they die as victims just to move their male counterparts’ character-arcs forward. But when male characters die, they sacrifice themselves as heroes instead of go down as victims, just so that they could be brought back better than ever.
The Inner Senshi and the Z-Fighters almost felt like the reverse. Four girls whose deaths were portrayed as heroic sacrifices designed to protect Usagi, compared to a whole slew of men who went down like victims who were overly dependent on Goku to save them.