Neo genezis evangelion 1-6

But that thing doesn't care. ...When we were already a good distance away, Misato suddenly stopped, took out a heavy brick-shaped pair of binoculars from under the seat, and leaned on me, leaning out the window with it.

It wasn't exactly pleasant... Although there were also positive aspects here... About the third size, at least...

"It can't be!.." Misato exclaimed.

I turned around and also looked to see what had caught her attention. It turned out that they were just helicopters flying away from Object A... Flying away?.. Flying away!

"Do they really want to detonate the N2 bomb?!"

A flash on the left, a distant rumble...

"Get down!"

I was unceremoniously pushed to the floor of the car and put my whole body on top of it. A moment later, a shock wave struck.

The car was picked up and carried like a piece of fluff. I had the complete feeling that I was a sock and stuck in the drum of a washing machine — we were shaking and turning over so much. But it probably doesn't hurt so much for socks to bang their heads against all sorts of objects...

...I think I lost consciousness for a while, and I woke up to the fact that I was being gently shaken by the shoulders.

"Are you okay?"

What a wonderful question — I immediately start feeling like the hero of a cheap Hollywood action movie. Interestingly, the concept of "order" includes the numerous scratches and abrasions with which I was quite densely covered after all these felting and rolling on the ground?..

"It could have been better..." I croaked indistinctly, amazed at the strange voice coming out of me. "Damn, my head started to ache again, but it just seemed to have passed... Nasty bombs!"

The girl laughed.

"That means it'll do. Let's get out of this tin can."

The car was on its side, so it wasn't that easy to do it... Okay, it doesn't matter.

They got out. I quickly looked around and whistled softly at what I saw.

However!..

We must have drifted about thirty meters away from the road, and the car was now lying near several huge craters from the explosions. Thank God we didn't reach them by just five meters, otherwise it would have been really bad...

Are you sure everything's okay? Misato asked again.

"It's all right," I confirmed, spitting furiously. "I just got sand in my mouth."

"Oh, well, that's nothing," Katsuragi waved her hand. "Nu-ka, come on, help me get the car in a normal position..."

Are you ready? And one, and two! Go ahead!..

Even with the two of us piling on, we could barely get the car back on all four wheels. I wasn't in the best physical shape in my previous life, and now I've also lost, along with eight years of life, twelve honestly eaten kilograms.

— Ugh... — we breathed out synchronously when we achieved what we wanted. Katsuragi dusted off her hands, which were wearing red fingerless gloves.

"Thank you for your help," she thanked me.

"You're welcome," I rummaged through my head regarding Japanese customs, and added, "Katsuragi-san."

I think I should already know her name from the card I sent... The captain pushed her sunglasses up on her forehead and smiled.

"You can just use Misato."

"Misato, so Misato," I smiled in turn. No, after all, Katsuragi is really a very positive character, although in real life she is much more charming than...

I even stopped at the thought — do I REALLY consider her to be a living person, and not an invention?! Soooo, I see my schizophrenia is progressing rapidly...

On the other hand, why not?..

"Nice to meet you, Ikari Shinji," she held out her hand to me with forced seriousness.

"Likewise, Misato Katsuragi," with the same serious face, I returned the handshake.

We stood for a while, glaring at each other, and then we laughed. What else can I do? Nerves after a fight are an unpredictable thing...

The road was good, which was no longer the case with Misato's car. Probably everything that was possible rattled and grated in it. The rear-view mirrors were completely demolished, the front bumper was still intact, the side windows were badly broken, and the windscreen and rear windows were still intact...

"..I have to ensure his safety, so prepare the platform for the car and the direct train." Misato was on the phone. "Yes, since I volunteered to meet him, I take full responsibility... No, I don't need to send anyone else, I can handle it myself. No, no helicopters. Yes... yes... We're almost at the backup entrance. That's it, stand down."

She hung up the phone.

I took a close look at this wonderful device.

Yeah... Not too much. The second blow must have battered everyone here a lot — not up to fancy civilian devices. It was probably the last time I saw such mobile phones at school — the screen was small, never touch-sensitive, and indeed... I looked up from contemplating the wonders of sophisticated Japanese technology and thoughtfully looked out the window at the landscape flying by. River, wooded hills... It's beautiful, damn it! ..Lately, I've been able to come out of my stupor a little bit after everything that happened, and I've started to think rationally...

So, what do we have? What we have is this... Getting, or rather, my soul into the recipient's body from another, um, reality. Not the worst alternative to death, by the way. So what if you got into a cartoon? And how are time lapses and all sorts of fantasy worlds better? The universe, I believe, is infinite, and there is a place for anything in it.

Even, um, like that...

After all, the probability of getting into a fictional world is no less than in a world inhabited by fictional elfgoblins.

Of course, the fact that this world is not the best is not healthy. The changed climate, billions of deaths during the relatively recent advent of the Second Object, Adam (artificially caused, by the way). In the future, a short but bloody war with Objects A — giant creatures with incredible capabilities, a confrontation with the Japanese army and the world behind the scenes (a certain ZIELE committee), and as a crown — Armageddon or the Third Strike. Caused, by the way, according to the plan of my recipient's father (Gendo Ikari), by the recipient himself (Shinji Ikari himself), as a result of which we will get an almost lifeless planet (the new biblical Adam and Eve do not count).

Great job.

Okay, now about my current status. On the plus side, I'm alive, healthy, young (and I wasn't really an old man there), and I have the skills of a previous personality. I drew this conclusion from the fact that they understand me, I understand, but we should speak like in Japanese, unless, of course, it's not the "Peculiarities of the national Evangelion" performed in Russian... This is definitely gut (approx. (German) Gut. Well). By the way, I wonder where the identity of the real Shinji Ikari has gone? Has he been completely replaced by me? Although, given his mental turmoil, it's not surprising that I got into him — it wouldn't have worked for others, the characters are not the same at all...

Another advantage is to add knowledge of the surrounding environment and the development of events, at least approximate — it's generally such a bun that you just get pumped. Another thing is that the more unlike the original I act, the more unpredictable the future will become... And now about the unpleasant. If I don't want to receive a Worldwide Tryndec in about a year, I will need to do something, and do it urgently. At the same time, not forgetting that I will need to fight, and really fight — I don't think I'm going to get a "berserk" performed by my future combat robot now. He's my mother's soul in this reality, Yu Ikari, and I've never been her son...

What other problems do we have? Oh, yes — the ZIELE conspiracy, the attack of the Japanese army, the machinations of Gendo, that is, bati... And as a crown, the total psychosis of everyone around them.

This is the most serious problem. No, you can, of course, let things take their course, but where is the guarantee that everything will go as in the series? For example, I don't remember seeing any Mi-24 Cobras or Russian crocodiles there, but there were just some vague vertical takeoff machines, and where has the design idea gone over the past decade and a half?.. In short, if I'm here, then it's necessary for some reason. To the best of our ability, we will try to correct the current situation — this, of course, is not for you to get to June 22, 1941... It would have been really DIFFICULT there, but there is still hope here... And for starters, you can just stick to the serial line of behavior. At first.

Let's assume for the sake of conscience that I got into the most awesome role-playing game, and now I need to create an interesting character and play it well. I've always been good at this in computer games, but here it's more like a role-playing game — elves, there, paladins of all kinds... Hmm, who am I going to be here? So, we won't bother too much and we'll play the image of a maniac soldier driven by guns, especially since it's really close to me.

It's just that everything that's happening doesn't look like a game.

..I squinted at the girl. It's good for her, damn it. He's thinking about a ruined dress, a broken car, and here I am, no less, about the fate of all mankind...

I giggled nervously. Katsuragi looked at me warily. Don't pay attention — it's nervous," I waved my hand, continuing to giggle, although it wasn't really funny.

Damn, it's really nervous. Misato giggled too.

"Hmm, and I was already thinking that for everything that's going on, you're just indecently calm."

"Was it necessary to panic?" I raised an eyebrow. Sorry, I didn't know — I should have warned you in advance.

"You're an interesting guy, Shinji," Katsuragi smiled. "Actually, that's not how I imagined you to be..."

"Well..." I drawled. "That's the way it is. I hope I didn't disappoint you too much?"

"Easy! Where are we going, Misato?" I asked, knowing the answer perfectly well, but the chosen role now had to be played out and played out qualitatively.

"To the NERVE Special Institute."

"?"

"Oh, you don't know anything!.."

After wandering along a winding road and passing through several tunnels, we arrived at some kind of huge metal gates in the hill, similar to the hatch inside the starships from science fiction movies. The doors parted diagonally, and Misato carefully drove into a small room decorated with metal and gray plastic.

A smooth, mechanical voice came from the speakers:

Be careful, the gate is closing. The special train departs along the W-9 highway.

Behind us, the metal doors closed again, and on top of them, another armored plate with the well-known NERVE logo — a half of a red fig leaf, a motto and five scarlet letters — fell.

The white fluorescent lights went out, and everything was bathed in the ominous red glow of the emergency lighting.

"A special institute?" I asked, carefully feigning surprise.

"Yes, it is an international organization that reports directly to the United Nations. Haven't you ever heard of them?"

"Haven't you ever heard of them? So my father works here? For some reason, the last word struck me with an unfamiliar pain.

"Well yeah Do you know what he does?"

The emergency lighting went out, and the normal light turned on again. The girl was aiming a marathon, looking in a small mirror.

I scratched my chin thoughtfully.

It seems to have something to do with the military and national security...

"Wow, what words we know!.. But in principle, you're right-your father directs the research necessary to protect the entire world."

"I couldn't help but snort. I'm sorry, but this really looks like some kind of cheap action movie..."

Misato looked at me intently.

"Oh, if only, Shinji, if only..." There was an awkward silence, and Katsuragi looked sad.

"And where are we going now, to my father?" I decided to interrupt the long pause.

"Well, in general, yes!.." A wave of incomprehensible bitterness, resentment, anger, and something else suddenly rose in his chest... I was scared, but then it hit me.

So that's where you are, the real Shinji! You didn't disappear, you just ran away once again! But the word "father" makes you stick out a little bit... No, boy, that's not going to work! Problems need to be solved, not run away from them, otherwise at one very bad moment you can run into a big one...

Although sometimes I myself tried to run away rather than fight, but still, still, still...

"...By the way, did you get a pass from him?" Umm... Okay, he's got to be here somewhere... I hesitantly patted my pockets in search of the pass I was looking for-I couldn't even imagine where it could be.

"Shirt, trousers... Trousers!" He fished a crumpled piece of paper out of his right pocket.

"Yeah! Here he is!" Misato handed it to her.

"Uh-huh, thanks... Oh, by the way!"

Katsuragi fished out a thin gray-green folder with a large inscription "Special Institute NERVE", in the corner there was a stamp "Top secret". Here, get acquainted. I accepted the folder, opened it, and immersed myself in reading with interest — I like to read something on the road, you know...

"Welcome to NERV," I read the first sentence aloud. "God is in his heaven. Is everything okay with the world...? Hmm, somehow not very encouraging..." As I read, the current situation in the world became slightly clearer — the series didn't describe it in too much detail.

...So, September 13, 2000... Um, people are "lucky" for man-made disasters in September — terrorist attacks, Strikes... Okay, stop. The second impact is the largest disaster in the history of mankind, which, according to the official version, occurred due to the fall of a meteorite in the Antarctic region. But in fact, it was the fault of the second Angel, Adam, who had awakened from a thousand-year sleep. Although this is not the whole truth (I know for sure), it's just another version, but this time it's NERVE-racking for the staff. In fact, the expedition of Misato's father, having found Adam, tried to carry out some kind of bad machinations with him, which caused a lot to explode in the area of the South Pole. But that's it, a lyrical digression...

The result of the Second impact was a displacement of the Earth's axis, the melting of Antarctic ice and, as a result, an increase in the waters of the World Ocean. Most of the coastal areas were flooded, and countries such as Bangladesh and the Netherlands ceased to exist altogether. New York, St. Petersburg, Tokyo — these cities are simply gone. And, of course, there are various kinds of earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, typhoons, tornadoes...