Ghost in the Shell: The Official Movie Novelization

EPILOGUE RISE

The city graveyard was very large, and all of the tombstones were similar, flat and gray, set in concentric rings of likewise gray cement walkways. It took some time for the Major to find the grave she was seeking. Eventually, she located it, helped by the fresh lilies that had been placed there not long ago. The inscription read: MOTOKO KUSANAGI. She knelt over it, reflecting. There were things she wanted to say to the girl she had been, and to the warrior she was still in the process of becoming.

She had a sense she was being watched, and turned to see Motoko’s mother Hairi Kusanagi. It was she who had put the flowers on the grave, but now the elderly woman hung back at a respectful distance.

The Major stood, making her way past the stone memorials until she reached Hairi. The two women looked tenderly into one another’s eyes. “You don’t have to come here anymore,” the Major said. Motoko’s body was gone, but her mind and spirit, her ghost, were right here, in front of her mother.

Hairi nodded. “I know.” Trembling with joy, she embraced her daughter.

The Major gasped, realizing that Hairi had recognized her even at the apartment. No matter that Motoko was in a new form; Hairi had her child back and there was nothing that could matter more.

She smiled and hugged Hairi in return.

“Yes,” Hairi whispered.

The Major exhaled into her mother’s shoulder, fully contented for the first time since she had been placed in the shell.

Later, Hairi set about restoring her apartment. Bustling with excitement, she removed the plastic from Motoko’s bed and the furniture in the room, readying it for the Major’s next visit. She knew that the Major was too old to play with dolls, of course, but Hairi left them there on the shelf. The toys had made Motoko very happy, and Hairi hoped that seeing the dolls might bring the Major happy memories. Whatever she did, whatever she looked like, whatever name she had, the Major was Hairi’s child, and she was alive. That last fact was enough to make Hairi feel that she, too, had been reborn.

The Section Nine team disembarked from a helicopter on a downtown skyscraper roof. The Major stood on the roof of an adjoining tower and let the wind wash over her, gently pulling her this way and that. She turned her face into the breeze. It ruffled her dark hair, and chilled her flawless, unmarked skin.

In the reflection off the silver and gold mirror of the building across from her, she saw herself—a lithe figure under a dark overcoat, watchful and waiting. She was whole and restored, her body renewed, improved… and somehow, more human than it had ever been before.

Holographic billboards floated between the rooftops, but the Major paid the ads no mind. They were only clutter for those who were easily distracted. She settled low into a crouch, her cybernetic eyes never blinking, taking in everything as she waited for the command to move, contemplating the knowledge that had settled on her in the cemetery.

My mind is human. My body is manufactured. I’m the first of my kind, but I won’t be the last. We cling to memories as if they define us. But what we do defines us. My ghost survived to remind the next of us that humanity is our virtue. I know who I am… and what I’m here to do.

As Aramaki entered the building that housed his office, something different happened. Instead of going about their usual morning business, every single person on the floor stood to attention and saluted him. He acknowledged this with a curt nod, then spoke over the mind-comm, interrupting the Major’s reverie. “Major. Engage targets.”

The Major removed her black coat, readying the thermoptic bodysuit underneath. She propelled herself off the roof in a graceful backward dive, preparing to attack the threat below. They would not be anticipating an assault from above.

In his office, Aramaki added into the mind-comm, “You’re authorized.”

The Major activated the suit’s thermoptic aspect, and she became a shimmer in the air. She was entirely alive, and she knew exactly who she was.