"John Titor is no legend!" Okabe slammed his hand on the table. "He warned us. SERN is monopolizing time-travel research. They are creating a dystopia, and this primitive computer is the only thing that can crack their code."
Daru, the lab’s elite hacker, didn't look up from his monitors. His fingers danced across the keys, his face illuminated by the green glow of terminal text. "Boss is right, Makise-shi. I’ve penetrated the SERN directory. There are files here... 'Z-Program.' 'Human Subject Requirements.' It’s dark stuff." Steins;Gate Episode 4
He closed the phone with a sharp click. The laughter he forced out was manic, but his hand was shaking. The game of gods had begun, and the Lab Mems were just beginning to realize the price of the ticket. If you'd like to dive deeper, let me know: "John Titor is no legend
"Kurisu," Okabe muttered, his voice cracking. "The IBN 5100. It isn’t just a relic. It’s the key." They are creating a dystopia, and this primitive
"We find it," Okabe whispered to the wind. "We find the IBN 5100, or we remain puppets of the Reading Steiner."
Okabe stepped onto the balcony, looking out over the neon-soaked streets of Akihabara. To the world, it was a normal Tuesday. To him, it was a battlefield where the lines of time were shifting like sand. He remembered a girl he’d met earlier—Moeka. Her desperate, silent eyes as she messaged him about the same IBN 5100. Everyone was hunting for this machine.