Neo genezis evangelion 1-6

And then, damn, everything is for real, it turns out! What if he's really very smart? They put, say, a human soul in his brain, or somehow influenced the feathered one — the NERVE is capable of anything. My office is still a bunch of mad scientists...

"He's very smart," Katsuragi, who had already changed into her casual home clothes, laughed. I mean, in a short blouse and shorts. The shame... "Isn't that right, Pen?"

"Uark!"

Damn, Victor could have sworn that he nodded, and nodded quite meaningfully!

"Misato... And how is this possible? After all, he's kind of unrealistically smart for a penguin..."

"Tss" Katsuragi hissed at me comically, squinting at the penguin, who was still looking at me curiously. "Hush, or he'll hear you and be offended, which is good..."

Tell me more stories, Misato. Hmm, though...

"...Who told you that this is an ordinary penguin? I told you where he used to be!"

"Well, yes, in some of our laboratories. And what's next?"

"Just between you and me," The captain winked at me conspiratorially. "As I found out, experiments on cybernation were conducted on it."

"You mean that..."

"Yeah, exactly. Have you seen that thing behind his back? So there's some kind of tricky biological computer in it, almost a prototype of MAGI..."

"Wow!" I was genuinely surprised. Now a lot was becoming clear... "And the MAGI are those big servers in the command room?"

"Servers?" Katsuragi asked me blankly. "Oh, right! More precisely, these are not servers, but completely autonomous and self-sufficient computing units..."

"Then it's clear..." I said vaguely. The question is "How many N2 bombs does Pen Pen have in his backpack?" it fell away by itself.

* * *

"Yeah... yeah... It's clear... Well, thanks for the information! Bye, Dan!"

Misato hung up the phone and looked at me with a sly squint.

"Well, Sir Shinji? Your beautiful lady has arrived!"

"Mmm" I mumbled in surprise, crunching another apple.

"Don't "mmm," but go meet Ray. She's supposed to be in the elevator by now— I've put her in the apartment next door," Katsuragi stated sarcastically. "And how long have you been able to eat apples?!"

"Yes, as many as you want..." I mumbled thoughtfully, getting up from the couch. Well, I'm already used to these fruits, what can I do! Every morning, for five years in a row, my breakfast consisted of the traditional bullseye-the breakfast of an aristocrat. But on the other hand, considering that there was nothing else... And I was too lazy to cook anything in the morning... Especially if you get up fifteen minutes before class starts...

Oh, I'm getting really lazy — since I came back from a shopping trip, all I do is lie around, eat apples and read books. Don't I have anything else to do? Oh, shit! Although, along the way, of course, I was thinking about something, so to speak, in the background, but more on that later. And in the end, can I loaf around a bit? I'll be back tomorrow for sure...

...I opened the front door and went out onto the landing, pulling on my freshly purchased boots -what I always liked about these shoes was that they could be put on without even lacing them up...

I staggered noisily to the elevator doors, and I waited, feeling Misato's gaze boring into my back.

"Commander, there won't be a show — you don't have to watch it", I explained loudly, without even turning around.

"That's what you think!" it came from the door of our apartment.

That's Misato...

Squeak — the elevator has arrived, the doors open cautiously...

As soon as the doors opened, Rey stepped onto the landing, carrying a small, worn blue and white gym bag. Needless to say, she was wearing her usual school uniform.

"Hello, Ray!" I greeted him cheerfully, putting maximum warmth and cordiality into this simple phrase.

Ayanami glanced at me with her trademark indifferent gaze. Hmm, like her, but she's good at it... When I made a face with a brick, my appearance was usually regarded as sad and sad, but here is really an example of icy-cold calm.

"The character is persistent, Nordic. Merciless to Gendo's enemies..."

Hmm, the blonde beast? Just not Aryan, but very much so... Mentally draw a black uniform, a high-crowned cap, a stack and two runes on the buttonhole...

Imagine the whip, you pervert of a minor!..

The real Shinji giggled in the background.

"Ray, it's actually customary to return a greeting," I started explaining it first.

"What for?"

That's why it's on my head!..

"That's the way it's done. These are the established norms of behavior, and everyone must comply with them. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Rey replied indifferently.

Oh, ho, ho... Some kind of dumb-dumb conversation. I do not know what to say, Ayanami does not want to talk. Or maybe she just can't because she's not used to it? It's as difficult as everything, you can't figure it out without half a liter...

"Which apartment did they put you in?" I decide to change the subject.

"The one hundred and seventeenth."

"Great, let's be neighbors! Are you coming to visit?"

Surprise flashes in Ayanami's gaze.

"But why?"

"That's the way it's done..." I sigh resignedly, realizing that my imagination is no longer enough for more. "Okay, at least let me walk you to your new apartment. It's only a couple of steps, but it doesn't matter..."

The first one calmly reached her door, opened it with an electronic key and stepped inside.

"Goodbye, Ray!" I managed to shout after her. Ayanami stopped and turned to me.

"Is it customary to say goodbye too?" She asked me.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Li-isten to me... Ray, you don't mind if I pick you up tomorrow morning, do you? We could go to school together..."

"No"

"No, I mean, can I come in?.."

"You can come in," Rey replied laconically. "Goodbye."

The door slammed in my face. Well, let's say it didn't slam shut, but it closed neatly, but somehow it did...

I stood in front of the door for a while and went home, cursing to myself about the mysterious nature of the soul of clones with the soul of an Object A...

As soon as I entered the house, Hurricane Misato immediately hit me.

"Yeah!" She raised her index finger triumphantly. "I knew it! You've got a crush on her!"

"Oh, Misato, don't be ridiculous..." I yawned lazily, heading to my room.

Don't lie to your superior officer and your immediate commander, Second Lieutenant! Promise me that you will definitely invite me to your wedding!!! Under these cheerful screams, I closed the door to my room and flopped down on a thin mattress.

So, Vic, how do you assess the effectiveness of the attempt to establish contact with the Snow Maiden?

Hmm, rather positive... In general, it's too early to talk about anything definite — too little time has passed, Rey will have to be taken out of suspended animation, oh, how long...

Under my door, someone started humming an Americanized wedding march rather out of tune. And I know who it is...

"Misato, that's enough!"

"Rei Ikari... Why, it sounds!" The singing was replaced by a thin giggle.

"Misato, mind you, I have a pistol handy and two full clips for it... Don't drive me to sin, or I won't be able to resist..."

The giggling turned into outright laughter.

Chapter 14. Compiling a database of data on the main figures of Evangelion.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Misato asked eagerly, holding a spoon in her hand. By the way, despite the fact that we seemed to live in Japan, the captain used a fork and spoon without any effort — apparently, there was no total dominance of chopsticks here...

"Food," I replied laconically, pouring water boiled in a kettle into a pot on the stove.

"And more specifically?"

"Potato."

"Not raw, I hope?" Katsuragi asked.

"No."

"Shinji," the girl laughed. "It's not good for you to communicate with Rey, you're becoming like her!"

"Really?" I said skeptically.

"Well, yes! Just listen to the way you talk!"

"I'm talking normally," I snorted. "But Rey is really a big problem..."

"Can't find a common language? Oh, what a shame..." The captain was sarcastic.

"I'm actually serious, Misato." I noticed when I was putting potatoes in the water. Today I had mashed potatoes according to the plan. "I don't understand why she's like this."

"Which one is this?"

"Well... frozen. Why does she live like this, dress like this, behave like this?.. After all, by God, not a girl, but some kind of robot!"

"To be honest, I don't even know — I've never been interested in this question." Katsuragi replied bluntly. "Maybe it's because she doesn't have parents? I do not know what happened to them, but maybe they died during some kind of scientific experiment? For some reason, I'm sure that they worked in one of our laboratories..."

"Maybe, maybe..." I said thoughtfully, even though I knew for sure that this was not the case. I would even say it's not like that at all, and even close, but this version is quite suitable as an official one. "Don't you know for sure?"

"No," the girl grimaced in annoyance. "There is no information about Rey in the public domain, and I do not have access to closed sources..."

"You have? Do the Chief of Operations and the captain have NERVES?" I was genuinely surprised. "And how is this possible?"

"So it's possible," Katsuragi replied with a frown. "And there's nothing I can do about it..."

"Affairs..." I drawled thoughtfully, although I wasn't thinking about that at all. "By the way, why, if Ayanami doesn't have parents, wasn't she assigned a guardian?.."

"By the way, she has a guardian, your father."

Oh, my! I'd forgotten...

"What do you mean?"

"Yes, literally!"

"Figase... Why don't I know?"

"So, how should I know?" Katsuragi quite reasonably remarked.

"And that's what it turns out, she... My sister?"

"Um..." thought Misato. "It turns out that it is..."

"Affairs..." I scratched my chin thoughtfully. "In that case, I hope you'll leave these jokes about me and Ray?"

"Ha! Don't even get your hopes up!" The captain declared. "You're not blood relatives, so... What, do you have anything against it?"

...Yeah, you should have known, Commander, that Ayanami and I are relatives after all — they made her out of Yu's genetic material, that is, my mother...

"O-ho-ho" I sighed heavily. Misato clearly didn't want to get off the subject, and I didn't even know how to stop her. And I was lazy, in principle, somehow — I snapped at her remarks somehow even out of inertia. Well, these phrases didn't touch me, and that's it!..

Okay, then. There's something else I wanted to be puzzled about today... But I wonder what?

* * *

Ta-da-da-dam!

The computer with the newly installed Windows 2003 turned on with a painfully familiar melody. The mashin is not that powerful, I must say — in my eleventh year I even left a more serious computer, but okay, at least I have one now... I don't know how everyone gets by without home computers — okay, games are on the side, but how to work? Or, say, listen to music...

So I bought a machine that wasn't very powerful (a Pentium-4 processor), but it fully met all my requirements.

I created a new text document, opened it, and stared thoughtfully at the blinking cursor...

So, of course, it's risky, but let's try to leave some things on the computer — I can't keep everything in my head. Breaking it, in principle, is like doing nothing, especially considering my methods of disguising and hiding information (to make the document hidden and put it in some kind... ass), but there's nothing you can do about it.

Okay, what am I talking about? Yeah, put your thoughts on, um, paper... Tek-S... First of all, what I've already said about the key characters, just don't mention them by name — let there be at least some sordid conspiracy.

So, who's first on the list, Misato? What should I call you, Comrade Captain? Em... Who is she? Commander, guardian, captain... hmm... oh! Patron! That's it! Yeah, yeah... Now enter the available information into the database...

The second point is Dad, he's Gendo. What's your name? A freak? No, that's not it... I don't really think so, and it's not comme il faut to call my own father that. Then how? What is he doing there, nervously? And what is a NERVE? That's right, the institute! So you will be our Rector!

..Hmm, the main thing is not to get confused later...

Point three is Dr. Akagi. Well, everything is simple here — given her specific experiences and experiments — definitely Mengele.

Point four is Fuyutsuki Castle. It's not difficult with that either — an Assistant, Singing along... Fie! No, that's not it-it's too crude and primitive. Then... Then let him be a Slanderer — it will sound more decent...

...Yes, yes, yes! I know a lot of clever and stupid words!..

Point five is Kaji. Heh, well, considering his work profile, it's just Bond, James Bond. True, the gentleman from MI6 did not end up so badly, but I always sincerely wished him this fate. You see, he's constantly fighting with the Russians...

Point six is Toji. It's more complicated than that-I don't know him that well... What are his characteristic features? Sports and... sport? Hm... No, for the life of Victor, but his first association with him is gopnik. No, purely in appearance, not in manners. Well, let it be...

Point seven is Kaoru. I repeat once again — a muddy type. Extremely. And also a homosexual... Sort of. Hmm... And if you recall one popular show, then the operational pseudonym just begs to be remembered... Dulin?.. Gee!

Point eight is Ray. So, well, I've already decided on the Snow Maiden. This party pseudonym characterizes her very accurately...

And finally, the final point nine is Asuka. Ooo!.. Well, there are just a lot of options, I don't even know which one to choose... The Sturmbannfuhrer, the Witch, the Wunderwaffe, the Lone Psycho, the Red-haired Devil... Hmm, the latter takes on a new meaning in the light of the confrontation with the so-called Object A...

Well, I just didn't have enough Satanism here! Although... Okay, let's have a Witch...

...I had to spend about forty minutes typing all the information I had into the computer. Abstract, of course. So that if anything, then only I could figure out my notes — for this I used all my skills in making notes.

By the way, that great and terrible Japanese keyboard turned out to be not as scary as it seemed to the sophisticated Russian mind. Alas, this information input device looked quite traditional — no thousand-key monsters. The Japanese were saved by the fact that their writing system, in addition to hieroglyphic writing, also had a syllabic alphabet. So we write down the word in syllabic characters the way it is pronounced, and the smart computer independently translates it into its usual form, from time to time asking for hints about what exactly the Owner means...