Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m delighted to announce we are returning to the endless cosmos, as we rejoin our companions aboard the Galaxy Express 999. Across a fantastical sprawl of distinctive planets, we will see love and toil in all their forms, the endless striving of all living beings to survive, prosper, and scratch their mark on the world. And like a terrible wave falling upon them, we will witness the indifference of fate and amorality of capitalism scatter their labors into dreams and driftwood, the cruelty of the world we have constructed forever limiting the scope of our ambitions.

Most recently, that terrible wave has come in the form of a celestial cloud of fossilizing gas, which turned the guardian of our latest planet’s beloved home into a statue garden of lost friends. With that guardian captured by pirates and a fresh cloud of lethal gas en route, Tetsuro and Maetel face a harsh clock as they attempt to retrieve Tetsuro’s boarding pass. Oblivion draws near as we return to Galaxy Express 999!

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I am pleased as punch to announce that we’re shipping out aboard the Galaxy Express, joining Tetsuro and Maetel in their continued explorations of the sprawling and mysterious universe. What we may find is anyone’s guess, though we can be assured our investigations will uncover both fanciful scifi invention and sobering moral commentary, reminding us that the cruelty of society and tragedy of human ambition are constants wherever the tracks may take us.

Our last episode directly challenged Tetsuro’s pursuit of a metallic body, as he encountered creatures living formless lives with no stable bodies of their own. Their yearning for Tetsuro’s stability recalled to mind Shadow’s desperate coveting of her own abandoned form, raising a question of whether a new body can truly make us happy, or if we are simply doomed to feel forever insufficient with the form we are granted. And even if we do treasure our bodies, we must contend with the reality that nothing organic lasts – or refuse to, as the suicidal lovers of the episode’s end chose. Is it better to accept mortality or flaunt it through proud self-destruction – these and other classic children’s cartoon questions as we return to Galaxy Express 999!

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m delighted to announce we’re returning to Galaxy Express 999, as Tetsuro and Maetel continue their journey toward the far reaches of the galaxy. When last we left off, they had just departed from the planet Trader, having seen firsthand the vast disparities inherent in their allegedly glorious future. The rails of the Galaxy Express are greased by blood, facilitated by a sprawling underclass that can only dream of the freedom and mobility Tetsuro enjoys.

But of course, that has been an assumption of Galaxy Express from the very first episode, when we were immediately introduced to the undercity attending its glittering surface. Rather than simply wallow in the reality of capitalism, our last two-parter instead told a quiet, personal story, as we joined Hanako on her “triumphant” return to her parents’ home. Having worked herself to the bone without acquiring either wealth or love, she was granted a chance by Tetsuro to at least calm her parents’ worries, offering a misleading but kindly meant assurance that her years of toil and absence were worth something. They can strip us of everything else, but they cannot steal our concern for each other, our tenderness towards our loved ones or our dreams of escaping this life.

Could that really be enough? At least in celebrating this small act of kindness, Galaxy Express demonstrates that we are not so alone, that we all suffer under the yoke of capitalism, but that in our dreams and compassion, we are one and the same. Let us hold tight to that hope in these dark times, doing right by each other and working towards a brighter future. Once more, all aboard the Galaxy Express.

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I am eager to return to the journey of Tetsuro and Maetel, as we explore a fresh episode of the fantastical Galaxy Express. Our last episode saw the pair touching down on the planet Trader, and for once enjoying the generous amenities of a modern city as they prepared for the next leg of their journey. But no glimmering facade comes without its ominous underbelly, and in Trader, the vast gulf between the haves and have-nots is expressed on every street corner, as desperate travelers beg for charity from anyone who might answer.

The threat of starvation has a way of clarifying our relationship with others, demonstrating how the civility of society is essentially another form of imprisonment, a culturally conditioned expectation that we will suffer in silence rather than disrupt the mirage that is capitalism. True scarcity pierces the veil, forcing us to act in desperate, ugly ways in order to survive, and through this desperation reveal that forms of classism or servitude based on financial relations are in truth no more civilized than the gun and the lash. It is a very convenient thing to have your inhumanity enshrined as the culturally accepted mode of exploitation, while the cries of those you’ve impoverished are at best framed as “undignified,” and likely as not criminalized altogether. All we can hope for in such desperate times is that the fire of compassion not be snuffed out by pragmatism – and in this woman he has allied with, whose poverty and kindness remind him so much of his mother, Tetsuro may have discovered another keeper of the flame. Let us return to Galaxy Express 999!

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I am thrilled to announce we’re returning to the ever-enchanting Galaxy Express 999, joining Tetsuro and Maetel on their ambiguous journey towards the outer reaches of the galaxy. Having become trapped in the “graveyard at the bottom of gravity” by the ambiguous Ryuz, Tetsuro was invited to join her on her lonely planet, and learned her tale of being briefly coveted and then swiftly discarded for her unchanging metal body. Trapped with only her regrets, she pleaded with Tetsuro to join her, and even offered him the mechanical body he covets – but Tetsuro declined, saying his future was still wide open, that he had much left to do in his own time, and that he would not accept a mechanical body at the cost of his own freedom.

Of course, as we’ve seen time and again, the freedom from mortality offered by a metal body heralds its own form of isolation. Those whose mortal bodies have been discarded seem equally trapped, frozen in a single moment, unable to change physically or emotionally. Metal bodies seem little more than tombstones in this world, markers signifying a vital human life that once was, but no longer. And what is freedom without the power and agency to truly change your destiny, anyway? Tetsuro travels the galaxy on a borrowed ticket, but is constantly reminded of those who lack such financial freedom, who scrape and bargain for a glimpse of the self-determination he so carelessly enjoys. The galaxy is full of dazzling wonders, but their forms cast heavy shadows, revealing a Kaiba-like vision of technological development where the injustices of society have been written directly onto our skin. Does Tetsuro understand the weight of his task, and when the time comes, will he truly be able to choose between Maetel and freedom?

Let us return to the stars.

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I am eager to hop back aboard the Galaxy Express 999, whose recent cliffhanger has left Tetsuro kidnapped by the mysterious Ryuz. Curiouser still, it appears that Maetel possesses some knowledge of this woman; Ryuz explicitly stated that Maetel was “beyond her grasp,” and though Maetel attempted to dissuade her, she ultimately put up little resistance to Ryuz’s kidnapping of our poor boy.

What all of this means is still a mystery, largely owing to our fragmentary understanding of Maetel herself. It’s clear she is connected with the Galaxy Express’ parent organization, most likely an heir of its manager or creator, and that she is herding Tetsuro towards some ominous secondary objective. The fact that Ryuz couldn’t claim her could point to her political importance, her secretly metal body, or something else entirely; regardless, I am perhaps most intrigued to further explore Ryuz’s time-distorting powers, which offer an interesting counterpoint to the story’s prior thoughts on time. We have mostly focused on the loneliness of eternal life within a metal shell, but the brevity of a human life offers its own sort of terror, particularly given the absurd scale of space travel. So is it more tragic to embrace such a brief flicker of existence, or to be the one left to mourn the passage of those who do? Let’s find out!

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I am delighted to be returning to the somber yet fanciful Galaxy Express 999, a parade of cosmic wonders imbued with a keen understanding of humanity’s self-defeating nature. Tetsuro journeys across the galaxy in pursuit of a dream that seems to invite only ruin; stop by stop, he chronicles the wreckage of others who hoped to find meaning at the end of the line, their regrets as boundless as the stars in the sky.

Tetsuro’s last excursion neatly summed up the duality of Galaxy Express, as Tetsuro found himself marveling at the strange gravity and endless volumes of the Comet Library, only to nearly become imprisoned by overwhelming medical debt. These exceedingly timely trials point to the universality of Galaxy Express’s concerns; so long as we labor under capitalism and see technology as an escape from the drudgery of our daily labors, we will continue to dream false dreams, with even our ambitions confined within the cage of what the profit motive allows. No matter how beautiful the scenery looks at a distance, drawing closer will reveal those sacrificed for the ambitions of our jailors, the endless ranks of the damned on Mars, on Pluto, or praying to “at least take my child” from the clouds of the Comet Library. No matter how far we journey, the cruelty of this world built on exploitation remains. Can Tetsuro truly hope to travel beyond the greed of mankind? Let us find out together.

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I am absolutely thrilled to be returning to Galaxy Express 999, and continuing the journey of the intrepid Tetsuro and mysterious Maetel. Though the anime community at large tends to be interested only in following the latest and flashiest of productions, my excursions into classic anime have regularly proven the most rewarding of all, with Galaxy Express 999 already establishing a place of honor among my ongoing projects. In fact, I’m enjoying the show so much that I actually munched through the first five funded episodes all in a row, meaning I’m now returning to the express for the first time in months.

When last we left off, Tetsuro and Maetel had just escaped the icy planes of Pluto, a cold and lonely planet harboring the bodies of those who could never escape the solar system, or who did so only by leaving their old shells behind. Many travelers in this world seem desperate for the eternity of a metal body, but our representative cyborgs seem no happier than our flesh-and-blood humans, most of them craving a return to the bodies they once discarded. Happiness is elusive in this world, a hope we pin on distant stars, knowing only that this planet holds nothing but regrets. And so the express journeys from station to station, each new destination reiterating the capitalist barbarism of society and the insatiable emptiness of the human heart. Shall we take our seats?

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Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I am impatient to continue our journey aboard the Galaxy Express, and see what wonders await us as the edge of the solar system. Our last adventure featured an impromptu trainjacking by the Great Space Pirate Antares, who actually turned out to be a perfectly reasonable sort of guy. All he really wanted was to steal luxury items from the rich and catch a ride home, which Tetsuro and Maetel were ultimately happy to assist in. In this harshly stratified universe, the have-nots must band together if they are to survive; and as that last episode made clear, the Galaxy Express itself is not just an impartial observer of the cosmos.

The loneliness of space, the impersonal bloodlessness of a metal body, and the desperation for, if not a good life, at least a proper death – Galaxy Express 999 is as melancholy as it is marvelous, offering a vision of the future whose substance is as grim as its surface fantastical. It’s an intoxicating mixture that quite understandably stoked both the imagination and social consciousness of a generation of viewers, and I feel fortunate to explore it with all of you. Let’s hop aboard!

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