Neo genezis evangelion book 1

I'm thrown violently onto the asphalt. I hit my left side hard, my elbows burn with pain - there will be abrasions... Er? Does it hurt? It hurts me! That means I'm alive! Heaven and the dungeons, I'm alive! Nothing hurts the dead! Everything is swimming in front of my eyes, there is a ringing in my ears - it must have hit me hard, and, apparently, it was my head that suffered the most. Hot... But in a different way, or what? Hmm, it's strange, but it seems to me that... It feels like something is burning somewhere very close by - has the Gazelle gone off?.. I wake up a little, rub my eyes, shake my head (oh, I shouldn't have done that!), look around... Stop. What the fuck? WHERE AM I?! The familiar panorama of an ordinary Russian city has disappeared, and it has been replaced by something futuristic and unreal. There were skyscrapers and high-rise buildings of unusual design all around, and smooth and good asphalt, which has long been listed in the Red Book in Russia, was underfoot (and ass at the same time)... What am I talking about? That's not the main thing! A real cannonade could be heard all around. I've never been to a war, or even just to a shooting range, but I've seen enough action movies and documentaries to understand what's going on. Over a city unknown to me (eh?!) missiles traced their tracks, and combat helicopters flew by at low altitude (the brain turned on weapons identified them as American "Cobras", with a slight interspersing of our Mi-24 and legendary Ka-50 "black sharks"). From the underwing pylons of the helicopters, air-to-ground missiles and NURSES were torn down (approx. unguided rockets), automatic cannons rattled... Judging by the distant rumble, there were also combat aircraft somewhere at altitude; artillery was thundering steadily and steadily in the distance. The fucking war... Hey, wait, who's fighting with whom? I turned my head, and I was just stunned. ...Have you ever been hit on the head? Or was it doused with ice water? Well, at the very least, just unexpectedly scared? Yeah, so there was a case... Well, it happened to me too. So, I'm stating it responsibly - it's all just nonsense compared to what I've experienced. No, not only have I been hit on the head several times lately, which is why my mind hasn't started working better, but now it's also a direct blow to the psyche, right, fuck?.. ...Frozen, as if under the gaze of a fabulous basilisk, I stared at IT with all my eyes. A hefty car, taller than a ten-story building. In some ways it resembles a caricature copy of a human being. Two arms, two legs, a bastard in the middle... I'm sorry, but I can't call this stuff anything else - a torso that looks like an inverted triangle, a ridiculously shaped head sticking out of the chest and most of all resembling a bird's skull. Ribs protruding from the body, several pairs of what looked like gill slits on the sides, and all sorts of spikes... It's disgusting... The coloring is again dark green, like some kind of toad, but an extremely dirty shade, and in the middle of the body there is also some kind of red ball... Fuck. FUCK! I remembered where I had seen it before. No, not lying in a mental hospital. And not after using narcotic drugs. And not in a state of delirium tremens. Oh no, I've seen it in a completely different place... I saw it in the anime "Evangelion". The first episode, "Attack of the Object A" is called. ...Calmness immediately came over me. It just can't be, because it can never be. I'm dreaming, or I'm just delusional. Or maybe I'm still "stoned"? Or does an ambulance arrive at the scene of a traffic accident and take me to the hospital, and on the way the kind orderlies throw some kind of filth at me?.. "It's all just my imagination... it seems... it seems..." Damn, how real it seems! ...Without getting to my feet, I quickly crawled away from the source of the heat - the helicopter burning on the ground. I wonder what it is? Oh, yes, that's a stupid question - an angel from a beamer put it in his hand... I awkwardly tried to get up, but immediately grimaced from the pain - I hit the side of the mother earth hard after all. I wonder if I have any more injuries? I quickly examined myself to freeze in a stupor from what I saw. IT WASN'T ME. Okay, the black trousers are just like mine, and my white shirt is the same... lying around somewhere. It doesn't matter that I almost never wear such clothes, it doesn't matter... But why the fuck do I look like a teenager?! Where are my twenty-two years? On Bolshoy Karetny?! I started laughing nervously. Great job. Not only did I get into this brain-dead anime, but I also most likely ended up in the body of the main character named Ikari Shinji. Better known as a pathological whiner, a wimp and a horseman of the Apocalypse all rolled into one. That's what happened... I wish I'd been his dad, by God-I've always liked him better as a character, even though he's kind of a villain. And this one, if I may say so, is the main character... Just a quiet horror! No, where did they see such a neurotic Japanese guy? They're as impenetrable and calm as a tank armor - and here, on you! Not authentic, however... ...Meanwhile, the Angel emerged from a small valley between the hills and began to move slowly but inexorably towards the city, as expected without suffering any damage. Naturally, he is also protected by the AT-field. The rockets and shells only sank powerlessly in the faint golden glow surrounding the monster. He raised his claw hand and took aim... Discharge! And one of the "Cobras" is falling apart. Most of all, it looked like a movie laser shot, or some other kind of radiation crap. But how is that even possible? A laser or some other particle stream shouldn't be visible, though... Maybe there is some other principle underlying the work of A object beamer? Well, or is it just some kind of concomitant phenomena, such as the ionization of air molecules? ...Oh, what kind of ionized molecules and beamers?! God, when will he let me go!.. Suddenly, I felt sad and creepy, because I had never had such realistic dreams. And I didn't have any glitches from the dope I tried once... What if it's all real? Maybe this is the one I begged for Another Chance? I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched my ear, driving away the delusional thought. Ah, the infection! It hurts!.. ..I rubbed my damaged auditory organ. Did you want to live, you idiot? So now live in a psychedelic cartoon, on the eve of the Apocalypse and surrounded by complex schizophrenics! No, why do normal people end up in places like the Great Patriotic War, where even dying is the greatest thing, and I failed here? ...Suddenly, a golden glow intensified around the Angel (I don't remember what they call him here). He took off into the air easily enough (to the height of a five-story building, no less!), and after flying several hundred meters, landed right next to me. A monstrous dirty-green foot dripping with mucus landed directly on the remains of the downed helicopter, crushing it into the ground. Four huge black claws left long furrows in the asphalt, and at that moment, apparently, the unexploded Cobra missiles detonated. An explosion broke out, and I was thrown to the side, painfully dragging along the asphalt. I involuntarily squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to somehow soften the forced flight at an extremely low altitude. ...No, into the abyss of such glitches and dreams! At least the shards didn't hit, damn it! Suddenly, there was a sharp screech of brakes, and a shadow covered me. "Ikari Shinji?" Above the cacophony of the battle, I heard a melodious female voice. "I'm coming for you!" I slowly opened my eyes, already knowing what I was about to see. Wow, Misato Katsuragi!.. "Come on, get in the car!" Without really thinking about whether it was a dream or not, I quickly jumped to my feet and dove like a fish into the car, right through the driver's seat with Misato sitting on it. Somehow he crawled into the front seat, pulled up his legs, which were almost hit by the sharply slammed door... "Hold on!" Katsuragi shouted, abruptly turning into reverse. It was only by a miracle that I managed to fasten my seat belt. Object A (such a creature) was literally two steps away from us. But helicopter pilots (such creatures!) They didn't give a damn about it and continued firing guns and rockets at him. This alien freak doesn't give a shit, but by the way, it can cover us with fragments! It was as if someone had hammered on the roof of the car with a sledgehammer - I had a panicked thought "they are the fragments!", but then, thank God, we got out of the danger zone. And right in front of us, the Angel's legs were breaking and crumbling the asphalt. Damn, but we've just been there... It's not pleasant to die twice in the morning... No, I'd rather live longer, even if it's in a cartoon. By the way, IT didn't look like a cartoon right now - everything was extremely natural. Neither give nor take is a reality. ...With a sharp jerk, the car bounced on the bump of the speed bump. I slammed my head into the low roof and hissed in pain. Very realistic, damn it... Captain's car (is that what her rank is?) She turned around, and we raced away from the battlefield. Probably even a stone was burning and melting there right now - the biorobot was hit at once by barrel and rocket artillery, rockets and bombs of various types and calibers... This amount of deadly explosive gear would probably be enough to smash a small city to dust... 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... 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!..