Neo genezis evangelion 1-6

Millions of dead, millions left homeless.

Chaos, anarchy, horror — it's difficult to find other words for what happens after the Impact. The planet quickly erupted into dozens and hundreds of local and not-so-local wars, and in some places it even came to the use of nuclear weapons...

Yeah... I remembered our two thousandth. Why, these are just toys compared to what happened here! After several years of total wars, the world community still managed to come to a fragile truce and conclude the so-called "Valentine's Treaty", so named because of the date of signing — February 14, 2003, Valentine's Day. The revived and renewed United Nations, with a new headquarters in Berlin, under the auspices of the leading world powers, formed a NATO-based defensive alliance with a unified army to suppress raging conflicts, and the Security Council received the highest authority on the planet. This is not a semi-amorphous talking shop from our reality — the OON men there did not stand on ceremony and beat so that all sorts of aggressive assholes could not even get up later...

Naturally, I was wondering what had become of my homeland... The information received was generally gratifying — today's Russia, of course, is not a superpower, but also not a secondary country in the global political arena. As I understand from fragmentary information, after a series of local wars at the beginning of the millennium, a military dictatorship was actually established in the country under the leadership of the unforgettable GDP, and a significant part of the territories that separated in '91 were returned... However, it was not said by what methods all this was achieved, but I think it was something like the situation of the thirties of the twentieth century in the USSR. It's scary to even think about what's going on in my homeland right now...

I got all this out of the rather stingy input data. The bulk of the materials in the folder were devoted directly to the Office.

So, the NERVE special institute. It was established in 2005 as a UN body to prevent events like a Second Strike (that is, to combat A Facilities). It has enormous funding and enormous powers in case of emergencies. Under the command of NERVE are parts of the reinforced contingent of international forces in Japan, consisting of troops from Japan itself, Russia, the United States and China...

The headquarters is located in Tokyo-3, a specially built city of the future designed to counter all possible threats, a kind of last fortress of humanity. The main building is located in the so-called Geofront, a colossal underground cavern... By the way, I wonder how it managed to survive in such a tectonically unstable place.. Okay, let's leave it on the conscience of the creators of huge humanoid robots... So, go on. Yeah, the NERVE offices are also located in other countries — the USA, Russia, Germany, France, China, England... Okay, what else? Oh, well, then there was basically all kinds of propaganda about the great mission of the institute, about its great importance for all mankind, and so on and so forth... As always in such campaigns, there was a lot of unnecessary information, pathos and dusting, but painfully little really important information about what kind of office it really is... Okay, I know that in general terms. The creation of inhumanly expensive combat vehicles of a strange design, eugenic experiments and similar brain damage, such as a project for the Complementation of humanity, that is, a global brand with a little-understood motivation.

And if I don't want to (and I don't want to) shorten my new life to just a few months, I'll have to do something about it. And urgently.

The system will have to be broken.

There is, of course, a huge chance that I will be quietly "removed" in this endeavor, or I will simply arrange it, but I cannot sit idly by! There's only one horseradish ahead, total and irrevocable — a real Armageddon... So if I'm already a potential corpse, then I have nothing to lose. Hey, you're there, everyone! Hold on! I'm on my way! Russian isolation, coupled with samurai philosophy, is a stronger thing than Goethe's Faust!..

Part 2. The battle with Object A.

...Like a giant escalator located inside a gigantic pipeline, we descended deeper and deeper underground. That's a few... It was annoying. I don't like, you know, cramped enclosed spaces and all sorts of dungeons... However, I also strongly dislike heights...

"Misato, am I going to serve in NERVE now?" I asked the question I was interested in (little by little, I was already beginning to get lost — am I really interested in this, or am I pretending so skillfully?).

"Hmm, you said "serve."".. She said thoughtfully. "Why not work?"

"It is unlikely that the organization responsible for the security of the entire planet will not be supervised by the military. And where there's military, there's service," I smiled wryly. And I've always dreamed of becoming a military man.

"Mmm... Yeah, you really are a very interesting person... You know, for your age..."

"..I'm being too mature and weird," I finished in a boring voice." Misato, they tell me that all the time, ten times a day. I'm already tired of listening..."

"I'm thinking normally. For a twenty-year-old guy. Although..."

"And why did it happen that way?" Misato asked with genuine interest.

"I have no idea," I shrugged vaguely. "Maybe because I was on my own most of the time. I read all kinds of books, I was busy with different nonsense..."

"What about friends?"

"I've never really had any friends," I turned away. "But I've already gotten used to it, and it doesn't bother me anymore. I am quite self-sufficient."

There was silence.

Damn, what have I just spun here? It's not like I'm supposed to tell you about myself, but I'm supposed to invent Shinji's biography...

"I'm sorry, Shinji, if I offended you", Katsuragi's hand squeezed my shoulder lightly.

"Come on, Misato," I grinned without malice. "What a grudge."

"Well, that's nice," she smiled back at me. "Oh! Now look carefully — we are entering the Geofront."

"I didn't have time to answer, because huge cutouts covered with transparent material flashed in front of the super tube, and IT unfolded in all its glory in front of me — the one and only Geofront. A creation of inhuman hands, as beautiful as it is mysterious... To describe it in words? No, it's impossible.

THE just have to see it. No words can convey even a hundredth part of reality. A colossal underground cavern, which for some reason was not dark, but a light twilight. Buildings and roads, mountains and rivers, lakes and forests... Long trestles of monorail trains connecting the Geofront with the surface, thin spokes of elevators stuck near the huge pyramid of the NERVE Headquarters, one side of which stood near another pyramid, but only already tipped deep into the earth... I don't understand HOW all this could have been built?!

"Do you like it?" Misato asked slyly.

"Yeah..." I said, fascinated, staring at the panorama.

"It's good. Welcome to NERVE Headquarters, Ikari Shinji! To the last fortress and hope of mankind!"

"God, there's so much pathos..."

"Come on, you've ruined all the solemnity of the moment!.."

...The elevator doors swung open, and the same Akagi Ritsuko appeared in front of us. I looked at her with interest-something was definitely wrong. For some reason, the people around me didn't look too much like real Japanese — I had seen them in various forms in my time...

So, if Misato could still be attributed to them, then such a number categorically did not work with Ritsuko. Well, unless there are green-eyed blondes among the Japanese...

In life, Dr. Akagi turned out to be more likeable again — he is a cartoon — cartoon.

Well, and hers... Ritsuko looked very good in his uniform. Well, if only a white robe and a turquoise-colored indoor swimsuit can be called a uniform.

"You're on time, Misato — they were just waiting for you to start the show." Akagi smiled from the corners of her lips. "But you've been taking a long time..."

"Traffic jams," Katsuragi waved her hand affectedly. "And the freaks on the roads. However, it doesn't matter — what about Eva-01?"

"All systems are currently being defrosted and tested, so we will be there very soon..." Ritsuko turned to me. "And this, I take it, is the Third Child?"

"Exactly. So what about the Zero-first one — is there a chance of activation?"

"Well... Actually, the probability of activation is still one billionth... How do you like this chance?"

"So it won't work? So, it turns out?" Misato frowned.

"No, come on. The probability is not zero," Akagi reassured the captain. "But everything will depend on the pilot..." Such encouragement made me uneasy... What are they even counting on?!

Dad, why are you completely crazy? Build the defense of a million-strong city based on a one-billion-chance of success?!..

Ascents, long corridors, hatches... For a change, a short throw on a light rubber boat through a giant pool of an incomprehensible purple liquid, a gate, an ascent, a corridor, another gate, and now we are standing in some completely dark room.

"Hey, turn on the light!" I shouted indignantly.

I disliked not only the height, but also the darkness... Although the altitude is still higher, it cost me a lot of effort to maintain my composure during all these trips at high altitude. Yes, yes, yes, I have many phobias that I have been successful with (hopefully) I'm struggling...

My voice echoed off the distant walls-we were not just in some dark room, but also in a VERY large room.

Suddenly, the brightest light turned on, and I involuntarily squeezed my eyes shut and shielded myself with my hand... When my eyes adjusted a little to the light, I carefully removed my hand and opened my eyes.

"Fuck!" I couldn't help but utter a German expletive, and there was a reason.

He was standing right in front of me.

Evangelion-01.

More precisely, only Eva's head and shoulders were sticking out of a huge man-made lake filled with coolant, but that was enough.

There's only one muzzle of the robot's face, maybe five meters wide... After recovering from the shock a bit (after all, it's not every day that biomechanical armor the size of a blue whale stares at you), I realized that this Eva is significantly different from the anime version.

No horns or ridiculous protrusions for you — everything is extremely utilitarian and functional. The sleek outlines of armored plates, the head seemed to be wearing a rounded knight's helmet with a heavy visor and a narrow viewing slit with the addition of a massive chin. The neck is long and elongated, partially covered by wing projections extending from the bottom of the helmet. The body armor even looks very solid, and there is a natural cuirass on the chest, which is additionally reinforced. There were also the shoulder pylons mentioned in the original — two long thin rectangles fixed on the shoulders — I remember that Evangelion knives were usually always stored there...

But the main thing is that the biomechanoid was not that disgusting blue-purple color, as in the series. Eva-01 (at least its visible part) was painted gray-black, a la urban camouflage. No, though. Perhaps her camouflage coloring was more reminiscent of the so-called "ball" coloring of warships during the Second World War. For actions in Tokyo-3 conditions, that's for sure, otherwise, I'm afraid, I would require an urgent repainting. Although the design was still a bit strange, well, okay...

"No fucking toys!" I muttered, still staring at Zero-one in amazement.

"In front of you is the universal anthropomorphic combat vehicle Evangelion," Ritsuko, who had once managed to change into a blue blouse and a short black skirt, said solemnly, pleased with the impression she had made.

"She'd left her robe, though." This is Unit-01, designed in the strictest secrecy — the last hope of mankind...

"And here I thought that Misato was soaked through with pathos and cliched speech... Tell me more about the asymmetrical answer..." I muttered.

"What?" Katsuragi was indignant.

".. So that's what my dad does... Yeah, and somehow I like to play with soldiers more than with transformers..."

Due to the stress, sarcasm, coupled with speech incontinence, quickly poured out of me — as always in moments of excitement. Akagi and Misato looked at me in extreme surprise-it wasn't what they had expected, obviously not what they had expected...

Interesting... That's my reaction now, but if I really were fourteen years old, what would I do?

I probably would have stood there, fucked up and imbued with the solemnity of the moment.

"Transformers are not bad either" A loud, sarcastic voice came from the speakers. "It's been a long time, son."

I raised my head. Somewhere above, behind the armored glass, I made out the figure of a man in a black and gold uniform, glasses and a beard (hooray! my slight myopia is gone!).

"Father," I bowed my head slightly in greeting. "Did you call me?"

There was a hint of surprise in Gendo's voice. Apparently, he didn't expect such a reaction from me. Now we will begin the attack, and you...

"Like an attack?" Misato asked, dumbfounded. "Yes, on what? Eva-00 is still in the defrosting stage!.."

Katsuragi broke off.

"Do you want to activate Eva-01?!"

"We have no choice," Ritsko said harshly.

"But after all... But Rey isn't able to control Eve yet! We don't have a pilot!"

"One has just arrived," Akagi said clearly.

Misato's face sharpened. You're kidding, not a question, but a statement.

"Ikari Shinji," Ritsuko said to me.

"I" I'm coming to attention.

"You'll take the pilot's seat!"

"Jawohl!" (note. (German) Yavol. That's right)

?..

"That's right! It will be done!"

Calm down, Vitya, calm down... Less clowning and all sorts of show-offs...

Everyone, without exception, looked at me with real amazement.

Ha! Finally, the war! I grinned happily, even though the thought made my insides go cold. But now we will play out the image of a maniac who has gone mad on a military theme to the end — after all, the example of Kensuke stands before our eyes...

"I've always dreamed of going to a real war! So, where is the enemy?" Excitement and a slight fear of a slightly unusual kind came over me-not my fear and worries.

It seems that somewhere in the depths of me, the real Ikari Shinji was stirring, who was disgusted by everything that was happening to the point of impossibility...

It's a little scary...

"Calm down, old man," I said inwardly. "I'll take it all on myself, it will be quite difficult to mess up more than you."