I thought it best if I included this before anyone read any further.

The characters of Section 9, technology, the philosophical ideas and moral ideals introduced in Stand Alone Complex 1 and 2 are all solely the creation of Shirow Masamune. Bandai and Production IG hold the rights to the Anime and so on an so forth.

The Characters of the Nightwatch, prototypes, gadgets and gizmo's, personalities are solely of my own creation. All quotes used are either made myself or taken from historical texts and films. The ODIN virus and the Mira file are, as well, my own creation.

I created this rather Nightmarish idea of reality and unique storyline (it has no reflection of the SAC series or anyone elses Fanfiction) as influenced by my own overactive imagination and slightly technophobic views. I am not trying to gain monetary and material gain just trying to let people see what I can come up with.

This is GITS, SAC introduced to a completely new idea built up inside my own imagination, therefore they qualify, though only slightly, as a Fan Fiction

And because I'm that insecure I wrote this disclaimer.

Tharagon a.k.a Iron Horse Industries

Angeli i demoni kruzhili nado mnoj
Rassekali ternii i mlechnye puti
Ne znaet schast'ya tol'ko tot
Kto ego zova ponyat ne smog

Angels and demons were circling above me
Cutting thorns and Milky Way
Don't know happiness from
Who knew it but couldn't give it

Nalybuites' nalyubuites
Aeria gloris, Aeria gloris
Nalybuites' nalyubuites
Aeria gloris, aeria gloris

Watch in awe
Watch in awe
Aeria gloris
Aeria gloris

(Inner Universe)

The world has very visibly changed. In previous years, 6 to be accurate, the world which Motoko once occupied has gone. Born in the fire storm of 15 nuclear war heads, the human race finds itself in a new world, a new problem. In 2034, after the events of the Solid State Society, Motoko Kusanagi returned to Section 9 and in the six months which followed, worked and lived.

In 2034, mid summer, a pro-synthetic TV station was blown up by a terrorist group known as the Peoples Liberation Army, an entirely Organic group trying to get a fair view of organics. Seeing as in the past years the Organic Republic had had a rather cool relationship with Japan and America over its rather technophobe view of Cyberisation and the Black Op group known as the Nightwatch which worked covertly to undermine synthetic economies across the globe. The balance was already tipping when, on new Year's Day, in the verge of 3035, the Organic Navy launched a prototype Beam weapon into the outer atmosphere, capable of striking anywhere on the entire earth and missile defense grid over the Organic republic.

At September of 2035, the fifth world war was declared.....

It is 2040...

"This is Field Commander Ryeman....things are getting a little hairy down here.....DAMN!!!!! MO.......crrrrk......KO.....there's bits of her everywhere....pull back...we can't....krrrk.....someone help her......"

The small flower, a single blue point of colour, stark amongst the black earth and ash seems to fill my head, its tiny blue petals twitching, crystalline and shimmering beside the cold flesh of my cheek. The cold snow brushes my cheek as around me, the wreckage of old androids lie, bleeding, dead or dying, their metal chassis broken. There are humans too, black clad, faces of death which pass me by in the black.

From my pain wracked body, its pale flesh is scattered about me, my shell, shattered and broken. There's blood in my throat...

Oh God, i don't.....there's blood in my throaterror/load MotokoKusanagi/failure:Crrrrrrk/helpmehelpmehelpme.....mainsystemfailure.......Batou....... ////failuretoreboot/////Mirafileloading....failed50%///////FILECORRUPT.......ERROR//////ODIN......ICANNOTESCAPEFROMMYPASTOURMYFUTURE/////ERROR///.....crrrkWHOAMI/// DIEDIEDIEDIEDIE/////error....///death///......shellcompromised/////error////remaincalm....youareexperiencingasystemmalfunction/////errrorrr

In the dark earth, the snow falling from the pitch black sky, the empty husks of buildings and ruins glared down. Among the ash, the cold snow and sleet, the black mud swallowing the pale skin of the the remnants of the woman who lay, scattered in a pool of black fluid and blood, illuminated by the beams of light from passing soldiers. In that pain filled darkness, as the snow fell and the new, cold and dark world turned as ever, there is a scent in the air. Something is about to change....

"Target Retrieval complete...Command that is an affirmative"

"Roger that Alpha Squad. Is the Operation...."

"Fubar. We're pulling out."

"I'm reading red lights across the board, I'm picking up no life signs."

"Miss!! Miss!! Can you hear me?"

"Hold on, we're almost back..."

'I shall not fail that rendezvous'

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