Dr. STONE (Dr.STONE)

What the hell happened?

What is this shit?

The plane's engine is charred black!

That sounds like the good old burnt sugar prank.

They got us good, no doubt.

I want that plane fixed quickly.

We're going after the fledgling science team.

Brody knows what to do and can guide the repairs over the radio.

What do you know?

It's like he's working remotely, except in the stone world.

Our enemy's not even bothering to encrypt their messages anymore!

To be fair, we can't do anything about whatever we hear.

Don't tell me you thought we'd ignore the invitation to fight fire with fire and do some remote work ourselves.

Attention Corn City team, we have an important mission for you.

You have until we arrive at Ground Zero.

Take apart the Medusa and figure out what makes the old girl tick.

The river is peaceful, calmer than it looks.

That means...

Our goal is still to revive a million people here in Corn City, isn't it?

Some will get sick or injured eventually.

If we can figure out how the Medusa works, we'll have our own miracle cure.

Dr. Stone, at our beck and call.

Is this what you had in mind, Senku?

You didn't tell us the reason behind our little mission.

Which means you want us to stick to the facts and try our best to succeed.

That makes plenty of sense.

I got no reason to object.

Still, maybe I'm just overthinking things, but the timing here is way too fishy.

Well played!

Niki and the Americans have absolutely no idea where our team is headed next!

And they'd never guessed that we're going straight to ground zero of the petrification beam!

Ten billion points!

We're not going there to sightsee.

We're gonna get our hands on the OG Medusa that petrified the whole planet.

Well, that would be most ideal, anyway.

Fingers ossedcray it's not out of battery.

We'll do what it takes to fight back against Stanley's planes and guns.

But we already know the guy likes to fight dirty, so the Medusa may be our only chance.

Yep.

It doesn't matter if it's out of juice or not.

We have to get it functioning.

That's where remote work comes in.

We'll tell them how to crack it open.

And dissect the hell out of it till we understand the mechanisms behind the tech.

I got no objection.

That said, don't expect us to leave you alone with your little toy.

You can only play with it under close supervision.

That's my one condition.

I'm on board with busting the thing open, but are you sure we can actually do it?

Like, is it even possible?

Well, Stanley's gun managed to put a dent in it, so maybe...

Even if we do find a way to open it, we won't have any understanding of what we're looking at.

I hate to say it, but this calls for precision engineering.

We need a specialist.

Precision engineering.

You're a journalist, so can't you dig us up a crazy good engineer or whatever?

Well, there are plenty of famous high-end watch and jewelry makers in the U.S. but

it's more complicated than throwing out a name.

Just do it!

Come on!

Even if I had a name, how would I know where to find them?

High-end watches?

Yeah, of course I know.

It's a bit of a trek from there, but the Rodex headquarters isn't far from the airport.

Pretty common knowledge.

Well, maybe to you!

I have a soft spot for top-notch timepieces.

I want them all!

Doesn't everyone?

We don't have money!

I'd say you're the only one here who's that familiar with watches.

Well, even so, it'll be difficult to give directions in the stone world.

Gotcha covered!

Give me a rough idea, then I can whip us up a handy-dandy map!

Now that we have this awesome map, we've just gotta upload it to Yuzuriha in Corn City!

Upload?

Pretty wild, huh?

Even after all this time and everything we've been through, we still can't shake our 21st-century mindset.

To hell with it.

Remote work needs another tool.

Our own fax machine.

No way!

What does it do?

It lets you send pictures from very far away.

And how the hell is that possible?

Our fax machine's done!

Already?

Some kind of graph?

Or grid paper?

Are you serious?

Why it's always me?

A smart, if not painstaking, solution.

Using Morse code to transmit the black or white of every cell.

A manual fax!

But back to my question!

Why does yours truly always get stuck with the grunt work?

This feat reminds me of the great Tezuka Osamu.

He sent a manga chapter overseas doing something similar.

I never would have dreamed something like this was even possible.

All done!

I interviewed the Rodex CEO back before we were petrified, of course.

I'll know her when I see her.

That's her!

I'm sure of it!

So, here's the deal.

I see.

Say no more.

I know exactly who you need.

My star employee.

Why am I naked?

Where am I?

What's happening?

Nice to see someone react like a normal person.

Everyone else we've busted out has been some kind of mental freak show.

Look, I know you haven't been awake for long, but...

Hey, Nikki's talking to you.

Clean out those ears, Greenhorn.

Greenhorn?

Is that how you speak to someone when you're asking a favor?

My name's Joel, and you'll do well to remember that.

Or is common decency too much to ask?

You got a sharp tongue, fella, but I can play along.

Take that thing apart and tell us how it works.

We're counting on your genius watchmaking skills, Joel.

Happy now?

Here's the device.

It's a tiny bit dented already.

Ah, it's not that he wasn't listening.

He was so focused on his work, he never learned how to talk to chicks.

Oh, look at that.

Your watch!

Wow, I'm guessing you made it yourself?

How cool!

Help me!

Whoa, dude.

You just got here and you already scored some bling?

I helped myself to your tools and equipment.

I assume that's not an issue.

A watch is more than a means for a man to mind the time.

The watch makes the man.

It's completely off, but anything's better than a bare wrist, right?

Suddenly you're a hella swamp jerk?

Hand it over.

Let's see what makes this thing tick.

It can't be.

I've never seen anything like it.

This is beyond all known science of our time.

True.

I need to concentrate.

Feel free to watch me work.

But if you say so much as a single word to me as I do, I'll kill you.

Remember Matsukaze's tale?

He told us that all of the medusas on his island were destroyed.

Well, there you go.

Told you we could have smashed it open with something sharp and heavy.

Smashing it open isn't the same thing as disassembling it for science.

Solid intricate parts, as though each was meticulously 3D printed.

The circuitry is made of glass or some kind of mineral.

I can't begin to guess how it works, yet.

It's no different from a watch.

Every part serves a particular purpose.

This piece...

It's stained black.

The central core that everything else connects to... is a diamond?

If this is like a normal battery that's degraded over time

then if we take it out and reinstall it, it just might...

If you're actually able to fix the Medussa