Neo genezis evangelion book 1

“Misato, what IS THIS?” I looked angrily at the supermarket cart full of all sorts of nonsense. “Like what?” Katsuragi was genuinely surprised. “Food, of course!” “Misato. This is . Not. Food," I said clearly and distinctly. “So what do you think the food is, then?” The captain put her hands on her hips menacingly. I quickly scanned the long shelves. “Well, certainly not instant noodles!” “But prepare quickly!..” “And it is digested in thirteen minutes!..” We crossed our eyes - laziness and unwillingness (coupled with inability) Misato cooks against my hunger and eating habits... Katsuragi finally relented (hooray!). “Okay, Shinji. Let's take what you want... But you'll cook it yourself!” “It's a deal," I grinned. “I'm too lazy to cook, of course, but what should I do?.. By the way, do you mind if we make a stop on the way?” Misato asked “Well no... And where?” “In a wonderful place," Katsuragi smiled.  *** We stopped at a huge observation deck located on the slope of one of the hills - everything is as I expected, still strictly following the plot. He leaned his hands on the high metal railing, peering into the distance - the view from here was simply amazing. Tokyo3 lay in front of me as if in the palm of my hand. The only thing unusual was that it was strangely deserted - instead of many boxes of high-rise buildings, there were only hefty square and hexagonal platforms. No, of course I know that the buildings are underground right now, but it still feels a little weird... “The city seems so deserted...” I muttered aloud. A light warm breeze was blowing at my back, and the sun, which had almost disappeared behind the low hills, was casting its last rays on the earth - it would be beautiful and good if I had been standing here for a century... Misato glanced at the dial of her wristwatch, smiled, and said: “Now.” Suddenly, sirens started wailing all over the city. For a second, panic shot through me-an air raid, ugh, an Object A attack? Why so soon? And here I am, too far away from Eva!.. But then I quickly calmed down and got ready to enjoy the wonderful sight... The platforms, densely scattered throughout the city, began to separate and open - after all, in fact, they were the covers of gigantic hatches. A steady, long-drawn hum was heard, and giant boxes of high-rise buildings began to slowly grow out of the ground. “Oh, my God!” I couldn't help but exclaim. Still, it's one thing to watch it in a cartoon, and quite another to see it with your own eyes... But one thing has always interested me - why would it take to create such a complex and cumbersome system? Wouldn't it have been easier to just create a completely underground city? However, maybe I'm wrong... The performance was over, and now there was a huge, densely populated metropolis in front of me. “That's what Tokyo 3 is like”, Misato said. “A fortress city built to protect against Objact A... Our hometown... The city you saved yesterday. Do you understand?” “I felt the color flood my face.” Big words, a whole ocean of pathos... It feels fucking good!.. It's not something you hear every day... “Come on, Misato...” I was embarrassed. “And nothing's okay," she cheerfully patted me on the head. “You did well, Shinji.” The embarrassment was gone, along with the joy. All that remained was a nasty chill in my chest. These words are not for me. These are the words for Shinji. The real me died, having lived my twenties as an ordinary man in the street, and having done nothing significant, leaving no trace behind... And Shinji is great. A slob, a rag, maybe, but at least he has something to live for. Power. A business. Enemies. Friends. After all, he's just a kid who's been burdened with too much responsibility. Not every adult would be able to withstand this, let alone a teenager with an unstable psyche... What would I do in his place if I had no idea about the future? Honestly, I don't know. It might have broken, it probably would have. Different upbringing, different personalities, different life experiences. I am different. His life is alien to me, mine is alien to him. But now we're connected. Despite all the differences, Shinji is very close to me, I don't know why, but he is. And now we're in the same boat, not even just in a boat, but on a submarine going on a combat mission. Now we have one life for both of us. And since I'm older, more experienced, and more mentally stable (at least I hope so), it means I now have full responsibility for him. I didn't have any brothers or sisters, although I always dreamed of having them. And now I actually have a younger brother... Do you hear that, Shinji? I'm sorry, me fool, for yelling at you then, before the battle... Don't take offense, okay, bro? We're going to do something together that will shake this world... “Shinji!” Object A, Dad, ZIELE-it's all nonsense, you know? Well? That's good... We're together to the end now, and Victor said he'd never leave Shinji. That's it, stop running - there's nowhere else to retreat, behind, um, Tokyo 3. “Shinji!!” “Huh?” It's like I've woken up. What had just happened to me made me uneasy-a split personality is a scary thing. But it was no longer possible to treat it so simply. Especially after yesterday's fight. “What happened to you? It was like you were retreating into yourself, and I was scared.” It was like you had withdrawn into yourself, and I was scared. Your eyes have become kind of empty and cold, or something... “Don't pay attention," I waved my hand and tried to smile as cheerfully as possible. “I was just thinking... I remembered yesterday's fight...” “Ah... well, that makes sense...” We stood for a while and were silent. “Well, Shinji, let's go home?” “I took one last look at Tokyo 3 sinking into darkness.” “Yes, Misato, let's go.” *** The elevator quickly took us to the very top of a residential high-rise building, the doors opened, and we stepped out onto the hefty landing of an apartment block. We walk past a long row of doors to Captain Katsuragi's apartment... “Misato, why is it so empty?” I panted, dragging the bag of groceries I had bought with my own hands. The captain flatly refused to carry the products I had chosen, saying that your idea was to carry it. The lazy one. “So many people just haven't checked in yet” There was a reply. “These are the NERVE office apartments, and the staff has not all arrived yet - Tokyo-3 was completed relatively recently. Well, some of the civilians just left after yesterday's attack - few people want to live right on the battlefield...” “Uh-huh, so we want to...” “There's a word for "must," Shinji.” "There is such a profession - to defend the Motherland...” I muttered softly, but Misato heard me anyway. “Well said,” She asked in surprise. “Did you come up with it yourself?” Vitka, your tongue is your enemy!.. “No, I heard it in a movie...” I got out of it. Although why did you get out of it? I told the truth, but the fact that this movie "Officers" is called and made in Russia is another matter... “Hmm, do you remember the name? It would be interesting to see...”  “No, I don't remember anything...” I lied. "How long is it to get to your apartment? I'm already tired of something... “Don't whine, Shinji," the girl said cheerfully. “They've already arrived.” Damn, I got sick of this "don't whine" - I'm not whining, I'm grumbling... Eh!.. “And what is this pile of boxes?” I asked in surprise. "Is that trash?" Vague doubts began to torment me -after all, if my memory serves me correctly, there was a monstrous mess in the captain's apartment... “What makes you think that?” Katsuragi snorted. “They probably brought your stuff.” “Ugh, the worst thing has not been confirmed... How come I didn't figure it out?” Was I supposed to come here with just a backpack? Hmm, cartons are cartons, but this plastic thing with the NERVE logo is very interesting to me... Has Gendo already reacted to my request? “Why is there so much?” “Shinji, you should know better.” Misato panted, fiddling with the electronic lock. “Come on, you piece of iron, open up... aha!..” She pushed the door aside and turned to me with the most triumphant look. Well, what are you standing for? Come on, make yourself comfortable now it's your home too! Now let's take a break and get your things done... For the sake of decency, I hesitated a little near the entrance, and finally took a step inside my house for the near future. I put down the grocery bag, took off my backpack, and took off my shoes. Misato had already galloped somewhere deep into the apartment, probably to her room. “I've got a little mess here, just don't pay attention!” I heard her voice. “Make yourself comfortable. And put the groceries in the fridge, please. Tek-S... And where will we have an interesting kitchen, eh? Is it here? I couldn't help but exclaim when I saw what Misato most likely considered her kitchen. Have you ever, if not lived, then at least visited a classic student dormitory? Yes, just in the one where the state of permanent chaos and ruin is maintained year-round, and cockroaches run away from the lack of food? Yeah, so there's a performance... So, Misato's apartment looked more like a similar dorm room than anything else. Piles of boxes with things that the captain still hadn't bothered to unpack. The mess, the junk, the things scattered on the floor in disarray and, of course, the monstrous mess in the kitchen. A mountain of unwashed dishes in the sink (shall we wash before eating, Captain Katsuragi? A typical communal approach...), a bunch of chewed chopsticks on the table and a few plastic noodle plates, it even seems half-eaten... Brr... Well, the fact that this kitchen table has seen better days was not even worth mentioning. And, of course, beer cans are everywhere. No, it's not like that - EVERYWHERE. In order not to accidentally stumble, you had to carefully choose where to step. No, Misato still didn't suffer from a complete lack of cleanliness - most of the garbage was peacefully in a bulky trash can... But NOT ALL OF IT! Damn, it's a good thing that I have five years of living in a university dormitory and the experience of a symbiotic existence with chaos. So, why did I come here at all? Oh, the groceries!.. I put down a large paper bag with groceries (black plastic bags With HANDLES, where are you, darlings?..) and thoughtfully looked for the refrigerator, I even found two - one is just big, and the second is very big. So, if I remember everything correctly, Katsuragi's pet penguin, Pen-Pen, lives in the latter, an obvious victim of biotechnological research, otherwise how would he have such an exorbitant level of intelligence? Okay, we'll find out more about him later (gee, what if, according to the worldviews of the most frostbitten fans, he really is the true God of this continuum?), but in the meantime, we'll put something in the refrigerator... No, one ham needs to be defrosted - where do we have a suitable bowl?.. I found a small saucepan, put a bird's foot in it and filled all this happiness with tap water (it's good, however, it doesn't really carry bleach). So, now move the rest of the products to the refrigerator... I open the door... My eyes are glued to the long rows of half-liter aluminum cans of Ibiza beer... The everyday life of a hungry student means no food, but there should be booze... What else do we have in stock? Yeah, bags of dried squid and fish, as well as batteries of cookies - what the hell should I put in the refrigerator? I quickly make room for FOOD, not some misunderstanding, and glance at the small clock hanging on the wall. Nine o'clock in the evening, and how long have I been in the infirmary?.. Okay, we'll still have time to cook, but first it would be nice to take a shower, otherwise I'm already seeing this fucking bloody smell of LS everywhere...