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Episode 3


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Steins;Gate Opening Theme - Hacking to the Gate (Full Version)


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Dies irae - Animation OST: Unus Mundus


PART 1—SEVENTH HOUR

"Coffee, my good sir."

"Oh, why thank you very much, my dear."

The Seventh Doctor. The seventh hour of the Lord of Time. Time's Champion.

He was a man with a short stature and someone that appeared to look like he was in his mid-forties. He had a wrinkled cream-colored linen suit, with a glistening silk shirt worn with a green silk cravat, and a paisley banded white fedora that he had made especially for himself.

Once again at this time, he was taking his preferred alias: John Smith.

He was currently sitting down on a seat from a nearby window in a place called Joseph's Coffee and Restaurant. On the surface, it seemed like an ordinary establishment in the city of science that was known as Academy City, capable of serving coffee, desserts, and other meals of the day. And yet, this insignificant place seemed to carry the weight of a multitude of decisions.

"That's why I hate family restaurants. You get these spoiled, naïve rich girls wandering around in them."

He was glancing at a corner close to his position, seeing two Level 5 espers by the names of Mikoto Misaka and Shizuri Mugino and one Frenda Seivelun having one random encounter after...the Radio Noise Project. Surprisingly, these two were quite civil with each other for the most part in spite of the personal involvement in everyone.

Now, why is the Lord of Time here at this specific moment in time?

Simple. He was simply playing the role of an observer of outside events of history, committed to a state of non-interference. And yet, many contingency plans were already being formed within his complicated mind if only out of displeasure for the state of affairs of this particular city that might as well remind him of places like Gotham City, if to a variable degree. At least he didn't need to take clowns into account, but he wouldn't pass that to be a reality from one probable angle.

Academy City.

Where to truly start with such a place? Only those that could be found to be common of such a grand city that is located on the west side of Tokyo, being its own state and nation that is ruled over by the governing Board Chairman who the Doctor would consider the most dangerous human of this universe with very precise goals that related to the other side of the world.

This place champions itself to be a place where science, logic, and reason reigned supreme and dominant, with things considered to be of the past and defunct such as superstition and magic being nothing but an afterthought not worth any form of proper consideration and reflection, an absolute hindrance towards true progress and the effort to uplift the modern world to such lofty heights of the utopian ideal for the future or for the world of tomorrow. The students who all lived in this city, numbering about 80%, are enrolled in a sophisticated program that would develop the potential of psychic powers - the potential to be espers. The ranks were 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and 0, with the last being considered to be at the very bottom of the rung - a misfortune for those who unfortunately could not develop their own power. As a result, the problem of delinquency and criminal tendencies were a common occurrence in this city.

It was Social Darwinism, applied to the fullest in a subtle way that made it as if it were a completely normal mode of life here within this very city. The parents and other members of the family, unaware of what this city was designed for, would send their children to either their success at the cost of others or oneself or of death if they fail to meet the requirements or they are deemed to be a potential threat and a guinea pig for a random experiment. Corruption is everywhere and everyone is being played for a fiddle. It is as the Doctor would expect from the man who was once known to be the greatest magician and the disgrace of magic at the same time, with blood soiled in his hands and cursed with goals for the total eradication of a concept that he deemed that brought utter misery.

Perhaps that was why the name Beast666 was chosen by one Aleister Crowley as his magic name which would forever define his entire destiny.

So would the Doctor try to intervene?

He wouldn't. But don't mistake him for heartless. As it was said, he was the observer who was making specific contingency plans of his own for a future that may come when he would intervene in the events that were to follow.

He knew all of the players, knew all of the rules, knew what events that lay the path where everything is to be decided.

But he wouldn't interfere right now. That would tip off the devil on the windowless building. Best to simply watch and be patient. It was what he was really good at.

As he begins to drink his coffee and empty it, he tipped his fedora hat and take his leave as he knew intimately about the part that is about to come next.

"You should be more careful about what you're doing. Getting into fights with feeble civilians is just-"

"Who are you calling a "feeble civilian," you grade schooler?"

Kuroko Shirai and Frenda Seivelun are about to instigate an incident that could be termed as cliché, to put it mildly, and he didn't want to be accidentally included in what is now about to be unleashed.


PART 2—EIGHTH HOUR

"What? That thing? He isn't even a proper person."

"Stay away from that kid."

"He is nothing but a bad omen that will bring you pain and suffering."

"It is okay to be mean to him. He brings harm to all those around him. It is justice to harm him."

"That god of pestilence should just disappear and go to the mountains where he would never harm an innocent again."

"He should do the world a favor and die."

The Eighth Doctor. The eighth hour of the Lord of Time. Life's Champion.

He was a man with an aristocratic feel and someone that appeared to look like he was in his mid-thirties. He had a forest green velvet frock coat, white dress shirt with a wingtip collar, loden green high-waist trousers, floppy battleship grey cravat with a bronze pin, and double-breasted waistcoat of silver paisley-brocade with 10 brass buttons and a golden fob watch.

Once again, he continues to monitor and observe but never blatantly intervenes. He sees Touya Kamijou, a hard-working and dedicated father by nature, being forced to hear once again the foul complaints of his neighbors regarding his son.

He could tell that the father only wanted something sugary to drink to help brighten his day. He could also tell that the father was sick of his own son's smile, one that was filled with the desire for reassurance amidst such deep sadness that is due to such violent and vehement dejection. It was a smile that felt hollow and empty.

The father knew that smile was only being put on for show amidst such godforsaken plight, in view of the bleak neighborhood that the child is raised in that is to be blamed for every type of misfortune, no different from that of Pagan Rome in which whenever such natural disasters happened, they would shout out "Away with the Christians to the lions!". It would not be different this time when feelings of prejudice and fear come to the fore. No matter who you turned to, no matter what you say, they would all say the same thing.

And that just makes the Doctor shake his head with bitter disappointment but nevertheless smiled with a hint of praise for one Touya Kamijou who had to bear these insults day in and day out.

As a parent once himself, the Doctor grew to respect the man who would withstand such subtle tenacity, for being the parent of this supposedly accursed being, one that the Lord of Time could only narrow in subtle anger and rejection upon such an insignificant notion of the inner workings of probability, the ones to whom would hurl curses with subtlety would act in a subtle innocent fashion when the man and his child were around. They would behave as though they did not hate the child with a burning passion. Some would even suggest that they should just abandon him at the side of a road in a seemingly innocent form of concern. Such was the strife that the father had been rendered with as his lot. For in his work or in his own home, he would always encounter upon such people of superstition, those to whom the bile forms of hatred were rendered due to the child who had no amount of fault.

But no. He was their son, the father would think constantly. He was his child and he would never abandon him. Never! A bold declaration of the father. The same could be said of the mother who would encounter the same inner turmoil as her husband, being subjected to the constant rings of gossip and hearsay just like the father.

Eventually, the day would be near when the father would finally have to say enough and would be forced to part from his son, sending him to a city of science just as destiny had planned it out for him so that he could be safe from every superstition that caused him pain. Like a written script made by the finest scriptwriter of an exquisite drama that demanded the cliché of a hero's tragic backstory.

For was not that Touma Kamijou's life in general?

He wished he could help him at this hour but he cannot. He knew that what needed to happen had to happen. Interfering now may yet bring about unforetold consequences for this very universe. And of course, it wasn't the proper time to apply the contingency plans yet. And of course, he has many other problems out there in the wider multiverse to deal with as of the moment. So he'd probably ponder deeply upon the manner first like his last face.

But then...


PART 3—WAR HOUR

The War Doctor. The war hour and the hour in-between of the Lord of Time. The Warrior.

He was a man whose face was once young, but now grew older over the years of conflict. He had green jaded eyes, a full silver-greyish Ban Dyke beard, and with pronounced wrinkles on his craggy, careworn face. He wears a brown leather trenchcoat, with 10 brass buttons and a fob chain attached to it. He also wore dark tan corduroy trousers, a box-frame belt with several fastener pins and studded pinholes, and dark brown boots adorned with charcoal leather gaiters, which had a few buttons missing.

He was the Man With No Name, the Man On A Mission. No more adventures for him, not for this hour, not when the Multiverse was burning. He cannot be able to help the boy in this particular face, and even more so of the present situation. For there are thousands and thousands of souls suffering an endless hellish nightmare that spreads out and permeates through every cosmological structure.

Everything was burning...Or nothing at all...

Make no mistake. Do not mistake him for not caring. He just has multiple hands full of problems at the moment.


PART 4—NINTH HOUR

The Ninth Doctor. The ninth hour of the Lord of Time. The Survivor.

He was a man over six feet tall, looking like a man in his early forties, and had pale blue eyes, strong cheekbones, a small beauty mark on his right cheek, and dark brown hair, which he wore close-cropped. He wears a battered black double breasted leather jacket, a v-neck maroon jumper, and black trousers.

If he were to be completely honest, he cannot help the boy as he is now. Not with his personal issues of PTSD and shell shock that were bearing down on his mind that was filled with traumatic experiences that are still as raw as ever. He still cares of course, just like before.

Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't check up on the boy from time to time either, just to check and see for himself on what was the state of the boy's universe after the War.

It wasn't the same. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't really that surprising to him either. The War that he had fought for a very long time had also changed this universe just like any other universe. The events are slightly different from the norm. Nevertheless, he doesn't want to interfere just yet. Personal issues aside, there was the Board Chairman and every other potential threat in this world. He needed to be in proper condition first, trying to deal with the personal issues that he has and striving to be better. Then would he have the capability of potentially helping the boy.


PART 5—TENTH HOUR

The Tenth Doctor. The tenth hour of the Lord of Time. The Man Who Regrets.

He was a man that looked young, handsome, and Scottish, one with brown hair and sideburns. He wears a brown pinstriped suit, with a brown Duster-type overcoat, and Converse All Stars for footwear.

He sees and hears the sound of police sirens that were now covering the area. Many among the crowd were gathering as the police officers were urging them to stay back. The Doctor and the Kamijou Family watches the man in a disheveled business suit that tried to assault the young Touma Kamijou was being taken away straight to the cab. But of course, the man tries to make a fuzz.

"Let me go, damn it! This child is a curse! A curse I tell you! He brings misfortune to everyone he meets! Let-Let go of me!"

The Kamijou Parents can only look at this man with disgust and horror. Shiina Kamijou tightly embraces the young Touma Kamijou who was being carried by the former after the recent incident that had taken place. She was heartbroken as she almost thought that she would lose her baby boy. She didn't know what could have happened had not the Doctor been there.

And speaking of the Doctor...

He was silently glancing from left to right. His expression was subtle and his eyes were narrowed. He can hear the various comments that were arising within the vicinity. Some of them weren't so very kind.

"Who is that man?"

"A gaijin, saving that brat?"

"He just swooped out of nowhere. Never seen him comin."

"Maybe he doesn't know who that boy is? And if that's the case, I could honestly feel sorry for him."

"...Touya-kun, Shiina-kun," the Doctor turned to the couple and their child. "Perhaps it's best that we can leave the premises immediately."

"...Right," Touya nodded, agreeing as he noticed the whispering voices too. He didn't need his son to hear any more of this nonsense.

And so, they turn in the other direction and decided to walk away. They would let the police handle the specifics of what had happened. In the meantime, it was time to go home as the trip turned a bit too sour for the Kamijou's taste.


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ED Song:

Yui Sakakibara - Toki Tsukasadoru Juuni no Meiyaku (Steins;Gate ED) | Lyrics | Romaji | English


Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:

The Seventh Doctor - A: Sylvester McCoy

The Eighth Doctor - A: Paul McGann

The War Doctor - A: John Hurt

The Ninth Doctor - A: Christopher Eccleston

The Tenth Doctor - A: David Tennant

Main Companion Protagonists:

Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe

New Characters:

Mikoto Misaka - VA: Rina Satō

Kuroko Shirai - VA: Satomi Arai

Mugino Shizuri - VA: Ami Koshimizu

Frenda Seivelun - VA: Maaya Uchida