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An incredible world record
has been set.

Seven meters cleared!
The first time ever!

Nicholas Doris, the star
from out of nowhere!

On the verge of retirement...

a remarkable comeback.

Superjump!

The Lord giveth...

to foolish mankind,
a shining road to choose...

It's unbelievable!

Her time is faster
than the men's world record!

9.61 seconds!

An incredible new record
in the women's 100m!

Doctor! Doctor!

Isn't it fantastic?

All these new world records!

Super records
one after another!

So what?

Well...

It's time to leave.

Everyone but you is so excited
about the Olympics!

You have a temperature.

Doctor.

I'll be away for 3 days.

Take an aspirin every 4 hours.

Pinoko over and out.

The winner of the 100m
is a 15 year old girl.

- I feel great!
- No doubt!

In the men's 400m freestyle,

a miracle is about
to happen!

25 seconds shaved
with 100m to go.

Another world record!

Another super record
has been made!

- Heparin, 3mg.
- It's in.

- Fill with lactate.
- OK.

Scalpel.

There's the tumor.

Tumor removed.

A stupendous Olympic Games.

Marking the way to
21st century achievements!

Ten unbelievable new records
were set in events...

including athletics, field
and swimming.

Doctor Black Jack.

Here's your fee
for your operation.

$150,000.

I usually prefer a bank transfer.

But obviously you don't
want to leave...

evidence of your hospital's
involvement with me.

Look at those muscles working!

Heights once thought
to be physically impossible.

We're seeing them live.

All experts believe that...

there are physical limits to
the human body's capabilities.

But that belief is now
being challenged.

Are these the people we have
dreamt of for the 21st century?

And if that's the case,
it means...

the birth of Super-Humans.

Super-Humans!

We're seeing a major spurt
in human evolution.

We're witnessing the birth of
the Super-Humans!

Darn!

Doctor! The phone is ringing!

If you wish to be examined,
please leave your name, place,

medical condition and
the amount of payment.

We will contact you.

0880-258-7101...

Please call me.

I am preparing a check
in your name, Doctor.

That's her 5th call.

0880-258-7101.

I memorized it!

Won't you call her?

No name and
no medical history.

No reason to call her.

If you say so...

Two years have passed
since the Olympics.

In the intervening two years
the Super-Humans have...

reached beyond
the world of sports,

into music, art and
literature.

In physics and science...

In all fields of human endeavor
new limits have been set.

My name is Roger Siegel.

You may remember me.

Two years ago you operated
on my daughter, Lisa.

She's had a relapse!

A relapse?

But everything went perfectly.

Doctor, we need your help!

It's not possible.

Thank God you're here, Doctor!

She's in critical condition!

Bring my medicines!

Got it!
This and this...

Why isn't she in the hospital?

She was only released yesterday.

Five days ago she was well.

"Just needs rest", they said.

Call an ambulance!

Doctor...
Doctor Black Jack.

You're also a Super-Human.

I'm sure you can cure me.

No mistake, it was a relapse.

You can see the
tumor here.

But it wasn't malignant.

The biopsy was correct.
I don't believe this.

I know how you feel.

But Lisa was an exception.

First she was bleeding
from her colon.

Then it progressed to
renal failure.

Next it was her blood.

Finally, enlargement of the liver.

There was no logical reason
for any of it.

I want to be at the autopsy.

She died of heart failure.

But the autopsy results
were unbelievable.

All of her internal organs,

were in a totally
unexpected condition.

A fourteen year old girl
had the organs...

of a frail and worn-out
90 year old woman.

Over the past two years,

her body had aged
some 80 years.

When I operated on her
two years ago,

her internal organs were
fresh and pink.

Doctor, please wait.

Please...

Take this as our thanks.

It was Lisa's last painting.

I can't accept it.
I couldn't save her.

But Doctor, it would make
us feel better.

I'll return my fee of $150,000.

Doctor.

Come on, Pinoko.

Take care!

But it's such a wonderful painting.

No one is available.

If you wish to be examined,
please leave your name,

and details of
your medical condition.

0880-258-7101.

I'm expecting your call.
My name is Jo Carol.

Let us share a dream.

At school I was always
the smallest.

I hated math and scored
zero on my tests.

I had no friends...

I played alone down on
the waterfront.

At twelve, my mother abandoned
my sister and me.

But the mark I set at 7 meters,

is the jump I have made
from that childhood.

As we approach the 21st century,

a glorious future ahead...

Let me ride on your dreams.

Thank you!

A round of applause for
Super-Human Nicholas Doris!

He's sweating heavily.

I'll be back by morning.

Sure.

The Super-Human phenomenon
ushers in a new age...

Yes?

We have just learned...

He is here in New York.

In New York?

He checked into the
Royal Hotel 3 days ago.

He's conducting an operation
at 8 o'clock tonight.

Which hospital?

St. Kilda's Hospital.

Data check.

Pulse is steady at 60.
BP is 100/50.

You'll have to go in
through the lungs.

Let me do it.

No way.
You'll damage the lymph nodes.

Don't!

You're very good with a scalpel.

But no one interferes
when I'm operating.

What's the meaning?

First explain why
you don't return my calls.

0880-258-7101.

So finally I get to
meet you.

The unlicensed but famed
Dr. Black Jack.

You're very persistent.

That's because I need your help.

I must refuse.

Without even asking why?

I never give reasons
why I accept or refuse.

That is a problem.

Your daughter feels differently.

What's that?

She's left the Royal Hotel
for a vacation with my associate.

Pinoko?

Royal Hotel.

Room 3012.

One moment.

It's interesting work.

I refuse!

0880-258-7101.

We'll take good
care of your daughter.

You'll be the one to save
the Super-Humans.

Save the Super-Humans?

Doctor, we have guests.

I'm busy.
Tell them I'm out.

I'm sorry, he's not here.

No mistake!

Yes, Doctor,
we have searched for you.

Here are our business cards.

Art dealers?

Since we learned the
picture was in your possession,

we have searched
high and low for you.

I'll pay $250,000!

I'll pay $500,000!

I'll pay cash.

That's enough!
Go away!

Why is it worth so much?

You don't know?

The young girl who painted it...

Works by Super-Humans
are in much demand.

I want an explanation.

Want your steak rare,
or medium-rare?

Her name is Jo Carol.

Chief Scientist's office,
St. Joel Research Center.

Be at the Center
tomorrow at 11.

It's easier to explain
if you see the patients.

Patients?

Yes, there are 20 of them.

All Super-Humans?

Just remember this,

Pinoko's safety comes before
any contract.

He's here. Let him in.

First, let me assure you
about Pinoko.

Hi, Doctor!
How are you?

I'm having great fun!

I'm having a lovely time
here in Hawaii.

I wanted you to come, too.

But urgent work
suddenly came up, right?

Good luck!

This morning we transferred
$2 million to your bank account.

Look.

That's Nicholas Doris!

Yes, the pole vault
Olympic gold medallist.

Bring up a thermograph
and his data.

Yes, ma'am.

He's severely dehydrated.

A typical symptom of
this condition.

This case is even worse.

He's losing
50cc's of blood a minute.

If we stop the transfusions...

he'll bleed to death
within 30 minutes.

He's a musical genius and
has been here for 6 months.

Another gold medalist.

Born in Eastern Europe,

she didn't run
until she was 12 years old.

Suddenly at 13
she set a new world record.

An Olympic entrant at 15.

Then she ran 9.61
in the finals.

She beat the men's record.

But now she's here...

She has diarrhea and
is severely anorexic.

We need your help.

You're the only one who
can save them.

Please help me.

Two years ago, when the
Super-Humans first emerged.

The world has changed.

The sports heroes and
geniuses have all...

fallen to an unknown disease.

They're secretly held at
this research center.

We've had a total of
forty patients.

Seventeen have already died.

Just counting the ones we know,

there are 1,230 of these
Super-Humans in the world.

One of these
was a patient of yours.

Lisa Siegel?

Yes.

This is your room.

1,230, you said?

Yes.

And they'll all fall victim?

Those 1,230 are only the
ones we know of.

There could be ten times
that many.

So that's it...

Super-Humanism is
actually a disease.

The disease attack the organs,

the nerves, the blood and
every cell in the body.

Leading to massive organ
failure and death.

We have called the condition
the Moira Syndrome.

Moira Syndrome?

From the Greek goddess who
spins the threads of life.

We wish to find a cure
for the disease.

But it must be a secret.

We must avoid a panic.

Let me introduce...

Doctor Black Jack.

He will join our
project starting today.

Professor Michigan from
Kent Sate.

I've heard a lot about you.

Some years ago,
you carried out...

a glioblastoma that
they said was impossible.

Dr. Els,
the eminent bacteriologist.

- Pleased to meet you.
- My pleasure.

Dr. Takemoto,
a neurologist from Tokyo.

The brain surgeon,
Dr. Eric Caderry.

He'll join your team.

Here is your assistant,
Miss Betty McCall.

A first class anesthesiologist.

- Pleased to meet you.
- My pleasure.

I have a question.

Is it true you're unlicensed,

yet you charge
astronomical fees?

It's true.

He brags about it!

Emergency in room 12!

I can still run!

Let me go!

That first night at 2:35 am,

the gold medalist,
Ellen Shryer, died.

After 17 short years of life,

the girl who set the 9.61 record,

ran into a wall and killed herself.

Give the peace sign.

Popcorn with caramel.

Where did you go today?

The zoo, Fantasy Park
and Sea World.

I want to ride the
star-rocket.

All right, let's both ride it.

As for Dr. Black Jack,

he's busy with his latest research.

Is he eating well?

Don't worry. There are
people taking care of him.

He still has some
very difficult work to do.

Sometimes he needs a
break from my care.

I really do spoil him
far too much.

Ellen's autopsy report.

Bring up the data on her liver.

Enlarge the image.

All organs show signs of
advanced aging.

Her death was only a
matter of time.

The adrenal gland
shows advanced aging,

and is considerably swollen.

The colon is half-rotted through.

The organs rot within the body
while they're alive.

Her brain scan.

Unlicensed, is he?

I chose the best man for the job.

The best also brings
danger with it.

He could cause trouble.

You don't need to worry.

The MSJ are investigating.

You'd better be careful
they don't come here.

Don't worry.

Your eyes are so cold.
They're unbearable.

We're running out of time!

Brane Pharmaceuticals?

It's true.
You don't know anything.

This entire research center,
from the land to the salaries,

are all paid for
by Brane Pharmaceuticals.

All of the doctors
in our team,

have some sort of
ties to Brane.

That woman, Miss Jo Carol.

Her full name is Jo Carol Brane.

Adopted daughter of the chairman.

She's the undisputed head
of this whole facility.

The patient in room 7 is fibrillating.

Prepare to operate.

Dr. Black Jack will operate.

An honor, sir.

How's the anesthetic?

Stable, he's ready to go.

All ready, Doctor.

I have an hypothesis...

on the mechanism
of the Moira Syndrome.

The patients all share
one common condition.

They're all Super-Humans.

None of them were born
into that condition.

What causes them to suddenly
develop such talents?

What is the bodily mechanism?

I suspect it is a result
of endorphins...

coming from the hypothalamic
regions of the brain-stem.

It's known as a natural narcotic
and high levels in the body...

cause concentration level to rise.

Extraordinary talents develop.

If these high
concentrations continue,

the organs would shatter.

I suspect something in the
pituitary gland is responsible.

You'd like to take a look?

Exactly.

Amazing. You found this out
after only a week?

It's only a theory.

I'll call a staff meeting.

Wait.

What's Brane's involvement in this?

You've told me nothing.

Brane Pharmaceuticals is
a major company...

but this facility is
donated to health research.

It's totally non-profit.

I agree with your basic premise,

but with the brain stem,
one slip can prove fatal.

That's why Dr. Black Jack
should operate.

Have you chosen the patient?

The operation is at eight tomorrow.

Nicholas Doris.

I see.

Take a look at this.
It's very important.

Stop the project?

Yes, I'll let you know
when to start again.

Keep the minimum
needed to operate.

Send everyone else back home.

When will we re-start?

At longest about six months,
but hopefully one month.

Cease all operations!

Stop those machines.

Make it hotter.

I'm Dr. Black Jack.
I'll operate on you tomorrow.

Will I ever jump again?

So far you've removed
my stomach, opened my heart,

taken out my blood and liver.

So many operations.

But I still can't even
hold my pole.

Next it's my brain!

I'm no guinea pig!

Didn't you agree to this operation?

Yes.
With the following condition.

If the operation fails,
please erase my memory.

The glory of that 7m. Jump
is too much to bear.

You don't want to contact
your family?

I don't want them to
see me like this.

There's a statue of me
in my home town.

Have you looked at it yet?

No, not yet.

Fools!
You'll stop his breathing.

I'm sorry, he's dead.

Prepare the next patient.

I refuse to operate.

It's too dangerous.

Continue.

We need data while
they're still alive.

Their experimental operation
is totally unforgivable.

Probably on Super-Humans
who were not on the list.

No matter the reasons,

no one has the right to
experiment on living people.

Tell me what's going on!

MSJ investigation.

In the interest of medical ethics,
we're taking control.

Did you check the evidence?

We're the fighting doctors
from the MSJ.

We're a volunteer group
of doctors...

who rescue the weak
from unscrupulous governments...

and other entities.

Arrest the leader.

Miss Jo Carol Brane.

You'd better hurry.

Attention all doctors
and nurses.

This facility has been occupied
by members of the MSJ.

We'll be in charge of the
entire facility for the time being.

Our main purpose is
to protect patients...

and offer sound medicine care.

All those who wish to help,
come forward.

We will gladly accept you
into our ranks.

To avoid outside interference
and pressure,

all those who resist
will be taken into custody.

Doctor.

We can count on your
cooperation, can't we?

We need your expertise.

Jo Carol.

Number 7101.

I warned you to be
careful of the MSJ.

I expected trouble
at the factory...

so I closed down operations.

It's well-known that your staff
has been infiltrated by the MSJ.

Pressure the mayor to
bring in the national guard.

Without that,
our research will stop.

No, they'd learn far too much.

If your experiments become known,
we're finished.

They won't find much.

What is it that's made you
so insane, 7101?

Your project is over. Forever!

Please wait, Mr. Brane!

You're relieved of your position.

MSJ American Bridge Leader,
Thomas Johnson.

I'm a psychiatrist
based in Vancouver.

We'll begin the operation
at 8pm tonight.

Certainly, Doctor.

Is this a CT-scan of Nicholas?

There is some very important
information I must tell you...

before you operate.

We have evidence that all the
Moira Syndrome patients...

have had some link to
Brane Co. Over the past 5 years.

A link?

Brane operates over 300 hospitals
in 60 cities worldwide.

All patients here have been
treated at those facilities.

Unfortunately, none of
the patients have agreed to talk.

If we can get one to speak up,
the WHT will agree to step in.

We must learn what
Brane has been up to.

You expect Nicholas to tell you?

If there's a chance...

Saving his life comes first.

Let's begin.

Well, Fendy?

Any changes?

Not at all.

I have tickets.
Go to the airport.

Certainly, ma'am.

I'll meet you later.

Get a room with a view.

We're going to the
Mediterranean?

Brain wave?

No change.

Something around here,
the hypothalamus.

I suspected an abnormality.

So I cut there.

I was sure
I'd find something.

The reason was,

I'd seen
the same scalpel marks...

on the evidence
from the diskette.

The average surgeon wouldn't
operate on the pituitary...

unless a life was in danger.

Slip one millimeter...

and the patient would be dead.

But still, I went in.

I gambled on my skills.

With less than a 1% chance
of success...

150% effort can bring victory.

There's nothing abnormal here.

Good color and shape, too.

Prepare for electric fibrillation.

I saw them do that
on the diskette.

When the shock was applied...

something in the brain glowed.

It wasn't very clear,

but something flashed
from the pituitary.

Ready, Doctor.

Start at 50 joules.

Crank it up another 25.

Up to 75 joules.

Up 75 joules.

That's it!

A tumor?

Scalpel.

Have this tested immediately.

The results, Doctor.

It can't be!

Doctor, he's regained
consciousness!

Blood pressure is at 100/60.
Pulse rate is 90.

The operation was a success.

It's too early to say.

The patient is still not
back to normal.

Am I no longer a
Super-Human?

We don't know yet.

We removed something from
your pituitary.

It stimulated the gland to
produce overdoses of endorphins.

I'm no longer a Super-Human.

The constant burning
sensation is gone.

I don't want to be normal!

What did Brane Pharmaceuticals
do to you?

Endorph-A...

7101.

You were just one point
away from failing.

You need to work harder.

There must be...

Surely there is...

My own path in life.

I knew you'd try to
contact me.

I'm glad I stayed in New York.

Of course.
You still have Pinoko.

She's fine.
Believe me.

You have no choice.

Please, sit down.

You'll get Pinoko back.

I'm not stupid enough to
make you my enemy.

I've long wanted to
work alongside you.

Then and now.

I'll never work with people
who conduct living experiments.

I found this in his brain.

It's a new virus.

A virus?

It's probably what is causing
the Moira Syndrome.

A virus, no wonder
we couldn't find it.

It was in behind the lateral exon.

I only discovered it by chance.

Where did the virus come from?

Tell me what it is you're hiding.

Here's to your discovery!

What is Endorph-A?

It's a new drug that
I developed.

A drug?

Please, drink up.

It's lonely drinking alone.

Endorph-A...

It stimulates the brain
to over-produce endorphins...

which creates the
Super-Humans.

This is Endorph-A concentrate.

I began this Endorph-A project
5 years ago.

Two years ago it was proven
at the Olympics.

Everything went perfectly.

So they were just
experiments to you?

To ensure the best results...

we selected very ordinary
people as subjects.

We contracted with each of them
for a fantastic sum.

How many?

At first it was only 20.

But the rumor spread.

It could pass any of
the doping tests.

It was a dream drug.

In the end we had
153 people under contract.

Liar! At least 1,230 of them
are on your list!

We couldn't believe it ourselves.

Then it began to induce
progressive multiple organ failure.

For some reason
it appeared contagious.

It's a virus, of course
it is contagious.

It's a death-drug!

Paying them gives you
no right to kill!

Don't you feel any sense
of responsibility?

You'll never be forgiven!

Jo Carol Brane!
You caused this disease!

But there's still hope.

If the virus can be neutralized;
its effects minimized...

Endorph-A will be the
new super drug!

What?

Black Jack, Black Jack!

You and I are fated to fight
the Moira Syndrome together.

Which of us will catch it first?

I put some Endorph-A
into the wine we just shared.

The Brane Co. Was raided today
by the Medical Soldiers for Justice.

As a result, the ministry,

and various international
bodies have begun to move.

Some Moira Syndrome
patients were rescued.

I knew nothing of it!

Do those making these charges
have a shred of proof?

Any evidence will prove the
New Drug Group is responsible.

They're saying that you're ill.

I'm a little feverish.

- A cold?
- No, I'm just tired.

An insider from Brane.

A member of their
development team.

He was Jo Carol's
immediate assistant.

He's agreed to talk
in return for immunity.

It began six years ago.

At a car endurance rally.

20 days in the broiling
Sebian desert.

One of the drivers was
Michael Jean.

Somehow Michael became
lost in the desert.

He was rescued some
two weeks later.

His navigator was dead...

Michael miraculously survived.

But the real miracle
became apparent later.

He began racing F1's.

His driving was superb.

Out of 16 world championships,
Michael won 10.

Only a year earlier
he was a B-grade rally-driver.

Jo Carol Brane was the
first to notice it.

She made contact with him.

He was thoroughly examined.

We found he was producing
vast amounts of endorphins.

Ten times the normal output.

We found something else
there, too.

Something from the sand...

Some kind of fungus.

Or maybe an eumycetes.

We searched the Sebian desert.

The rally route and
where he'd gotten lost.

Deep in the interior,

we found it mixed in
with the sand.

We collected the sand,

and separated it from the sand.

We refined it and purified it.

Then we had a test sample
of Endorph-A.

Do you know how many
your drug has killed?

I didn't know!

We never knew
there was a virus!

Hello, Jo!
You made it!

Yes, I did.

Hello, Miss.

You're looking well.

So beautiful!

Don't work too hard, Doctor.

I miss you but I'm
being strong about it.

I miss you so much.
I really do.

- Is she asleep?
- Yes.

- Miss...
- What?

The chairman has issued
an order to everyone.

I'm so pleased.
You've done a good job.

I've served you for 10 years.

I'll finish by taking Pinoko
back to Dr. Black Jack.

An order to destroy
all evidence.

Please understand, Fendy.

I have unfinished work to do.

- Is Fendy working?
- Yes, she is.

Did she say anything?

Don't eat or drink too much
and easy on the TV.

She always says that!

I'll say it from now on.

0880-258-7101.

This number is either
out of range...

or else it is switched off.

Please try again later.

We're doing our best, too,
but there's no sign of her.

My temperature is up to
38.7 degrees Celsius.

Let's go to the airport.

It's due to the Endorph-A,
I'm sure.

If it is...

Jo Carol drank more than I did.

She must be worse off.

I'm ready to go!

What a lovely dress.

You, too.
You look like a super-model.

Thank you.

Let's go to the dinner party.

Hurry, it's started!

Jo!

Flight 63 to Sebia
is on schedule, sir.

Doctor, the records
you were looking for.

We pulled them out
of the garbage.

Infected Persons Tracking Report?

Lisa Siegel's case history.

1990: Attended Parker Hospital
for acute anemia treatment.

'92, received transfusions
at Parker.

'94, ordered to infuse her
with blood taken...

from an Endorph-A
infected monitor.

Ordered to?

'96 Lisa's internal organs
began to deteriorate.

The possibility of
blood infection is very high.

'98, patient deceased.

Doctors in charge:
Michael Salon, John Richardson,

Judy Austin, Ralph Geiss,

and the unlicensed doctor,
Kuro Hazama,

AKA Dr. Black Jack.

For further details about
Black Jack,

contact chief surgeon, Jo Carol.

We'll be there by night.

I'm not very familiar
with Sebia,

but it's my second country.

My mother is American, and
my father is Sebian.

That was Tanje village,
the last one.

From here on there are
only the nomads.

Desert nomads?

Yes, a small tribe that
has retained their culture.

Very few people have seen them.

The villagers call them
"gods of the desert."

In order to camouflage that
it's a pharmaceutical factory,

they've disguised it
as an oil refinery.

Such an enormous facility
here in the desert.

Doctor, what is it?

This way!

Pinoko!

Doctor!

Pinoko...

Where's Jo Carol?

She's...

Jo is in big trouble.

Don't!
You should be in bed!

You have a bad fever.

Thanks, Pinoko.

But I must keep working.
I don't have much time.

You created the disease.
Enjoy the suffering.

I thought you'd come.

All right. Let's begin.

First a method to cure
Moira Syndrome.

Next we create an even more
purer form of the super drug,

Neo-Endorph-A!

Stay back!

You'll catch Moira
if it touches you.

Take care of Pinoko.

Go somewhere safe
and wait for me.

But Doctor, won't you
be exposed to Moira?

I am already infected with it.

Go now! We don't want
any new victims!

The fools.

Aren't they afraid of Moira?

A Brane Co. Facility, all right.

All the medicine and
equipment you could hope for.

It's possible to do
basic research here, too.

I plan to go into
your pituitary,

and remove the virus from there.

If I were you I wouldn't
operate on me.

I have one question.

Was it you who decided to...

infect Lisa with the blood
from the monitor?

Yes, it was me.

But why?

If you don't like my answer,

will you slip with your scalpel
and turn me into a vegetable?

I just may do that.

I was confident, and
I was full of hope.

At that time I came across
Lisa Siegel...

at the Brane Co.'s
Parker Hospital.

I was so confident of
Endorph-A.

None of the test cases had
shown bad effects.

The drug was drawing out
all these wonderful talents.

When I first saw Lisa,

I realized she was
a Super-Human.

A child of the 21 st century.

Blue eyes and chestnut hair...

Same as me
when I was 12 years old.

I wanted to give her
'happiness.'

And maybe get from her
the childhood I never had.

You chose her at random,
without her consent,

and you experimented on her?

What made you to do it?

Everybody asks the same thing.

What did you want from Lisa?

- Doctor...
- Doctor...

I'll operate.

The drug was taking effect.

Deep in my brain,
countless endorphins...

were being produced
at record rates.

I had an extraordinary
level of concentration.

My sight was crystal clear.

I could even see
individual nerve cells.

Even the platelets floating
in her blood.

No mistake, I'd become a
Super-Human.

So hot!

I'm so hot!
I'm burning up!

The heat!

All bodily functions
have returned to normal.

It's a success!

Only 27 minutes for
such a complex operation.

- Doctor!
- What's wrong?

Where's the doctor?
Where is he?

Why...

Why won't you just
abandon me?

This way you'll die, too.

No matter what...

you're my patient.

Doctor!

Jo! Doctor!

A little more to the northwest.

There's something
I want you to see.

Just over that sandhill.

Let me down.

This is the Endorph-A sand.

We refined these crystals,

and made the medicine.

The other researchers said
it was...

either a fungus or
some sort of moss.

But I knew otherwise.

It was not from here.

It was brought here
on the wind.

You mean a pollen or a spore?

There's a field of
flowers up ahead somewhere.

The wind roils through here,
so we haven't found it.

But one day I will.

Mission accomplished.

Please believe me...

I didn't create Endorph-A
to make money for Brane.

I wanted to help people
develop their true talents.

I was sick of people who
only looked at things...

rationally and scientifically.

You're right.

First time you've
agreed with me.

But what you did was
very foolish.

It was my best effort.
There was no other way...

My real name is 7101.

I was a test-tube baby created
by the Brane Co.

They made 30 of us from a batch
of selected sperm and ova.

But only I was adopted
by Mr. Brane himself.

I was put into a very strict
regime of study, almost like a jail.

Over five years
the thirty dropped to 20.

Next it was 10, then 5...

No time to say good bye.
They just suddenly disappeared.

Perhaps they were all killed.

My childhood was full of fear.

My heart gradually hardened.

All I thought about was winning.

In place of a heart I developed a hard, cold block of ice around me.

When only I remained,
Brane adopted me.

I went to the best universities,
and I lived luxuriously.

But the ice in my heart
did not melt.

I always felt cold.

Probably bleeding from
the stomach.

Losing 50cc of blood a minute,
Moira terminal stages.

My sight is getting dim.

My heart is beginning to flutter.

Am I dying?

My pulse is getting weaker.

I'm dying. What can I do
before I lose consciousness?

Concentrate.

For who...

For you, Black Jack.

Me?

What is it?

Fuluzium.

Fuluzium.

Fuluzium?

This is the fuluzium, a flower
we discovered in Sebia.

Moira Syndrome was caused
by a virus in the flower.

But having hosted the virus
for so long,

the flower had developed
a resistance.

First we extracted the
essence from the stems,

and administered it to
the patients.

This effectively cured the
Moira Syndrome.

This was taught to us by
the Sebian desert nomads.

For many thousands of years,

they were aware that
the pollen was poison.

They also knew the cure.

However, they warned me.

Over the past 10 years
Fuluzium poison has increased!

The mother desert has
sickened rapidly.

Surely not the
desert alone has suffered?

If a 2nd or 3rd wave of
Moira Syndrome occurs...

No! It is surely happening
somewhere right now!

Betty, look.

We'll get out here.

Doctor!

Doctor Black Jack!

Have you thought about
what I asked you earlier?

What was it again?

Please join the MSJ.
Even as an advisor.

- Did you hear that?
- First time.

Don't be like that!

Sorry, I have a patient waiting.

- Doctor!
- Please!

There are many ways for a man
to do what must be done.

Doctor...

- Bye.
- See you.