Neo genezis evangelion book 1

The nasty beeping of the alarm clock sounded too unexpected, but to get rid of its annoying chirping, I had to get up and walk a few steps - an old trick to stay awake again. Although, from my own experience, I can say that this does not always work - a couple of times in my life I jumped out of bed briskly, went to the alarm clock, turned it off and automatically returned back to bed. And, of course, he switched off. I still woke up with a hidden hope that everything that was happening around me was just a dream. But no, damn it... Well, okay, I slept pretty well today, my body still hurts after the fight, but we'll get over it somehow. So, a towel on your shoulder, a box of pasta and a brush in your hand, and go to the bathroom - today, however, is a serious day. The first visit to school after all!.. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time in a stupor. I WASN'T THERE. He looks like me, but not me. He also has short brown hair that sticks out in disarray, but his facial features are different, although also more European than Asian, and his eyes are gray-blue. And there I had brown ones... Funny. I looked more like a Japanese THERE than the current Shinji. .. The wound on my forehead, which was covered with a plaster, got in the way, but I washed my face, brushed my teeth (although I was too lazy), and started packing. Shirt, trousers, jacket, holstered pistol on his belt, combed his hair carefully, grabbed his briefcase and went to the kitchen - Misato, it seems, got up even before me. Yeah, that's right, he's sitting there drinking coffee. “Good morning, Shinji! Ah, good-d fighter!..” “Thank you," I said, somewhat embarrassed, also pouring myself a cup of coffee. Oops! And there's no cream or condensed milk here - you'll have to drink black... Okay, where has ours been? I poured myself a cup and sat down at the table. He took a few sips. Wow, it's creepy. I can't sleep a wink. “Did you finish it? Then pack up, I'll drop you off at school-it's on my way anyway.Call me after class, here's my number, by the way... I'll take you to NERVE for training.” “Why would I want to call?” I asked. “Oh, you don't have your own yet! They didn't send it with the form, did they? Okay, we'll figure it out, but in the meantime, if anything, call from school.” *** I've never transferred to other schools, so I've always been vague about this procedure. Misato handed me a folder of documents in the car, which I was supposed to give to the director. What do you mean, my class is 2A? Okay, let's figure it out... The main thing is that the main problem is survival in the new team, I don't care at all. My new workplace will be a NERV, and that's where I need to fit in, and school is a load... In principle, I could have gone to homeschooling - no, well, what did I forget about this school? I practically had my graduation diploma in my hands there... Okay, there should be an order... Surprisingly, the school, despite its rather respectable size, was not too crowded - all the way from the parking lot to the principal's office, I came across only a couple dozen students. Who, I must say, were staring open-mouthed at a kid in a black-and-gold "Nerv" uniform and with a school briefcase in his hands. Get used to it, get used to it, guys - you're at a military base, you'll need to, and we'll give you machine guns in your hands and send you to repel the attack of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces... ...I found the director's office quickly enough, as it was right on the ground floor, not far from the entrance. After knocking and waiting for a shout of permission, I opened the door and walked inside with a clear step. “Mr. Director! Second Lieutenant Ikari arrived at the training site,” I rapped out, raising my hand to my temple - we Japanese can keep our heads uncovered. An elderly director in a dark gray suit almost dropped his glasses, which were being polished with a handkerchief, from his hands, and stared at me dumbfounded. By the way, this subject turned out to be the first classical Japanese I met in this reality... “Ah.. um... Come on in, Ikari," the director said hesitantly. Enjoying the effect, I took a few steps forward, handed the director a folder with my documents, and modestly sat down in a guest chair, putting my briefcase on my lap. Heh, I've always dreamed of doing something like this, but at school they wouldn't have appreciated such a joke (and I wouldn't have dared), and at university it wasn't accepted to joke like that... Well, you know, probably - "the price of a ruined credit card is two birthdays in a cap." They could have taken it as a hint in the dean's office... “I was informed about the transfer of a new student to the school...” The director muttered, flipping through my personal file. “But without any details... Is there anything else I should know about you, Ikari?” “I have everything I need in my personal file.” I said it with a stony face, even though I wanted to laugh at the director's confused look. “Other than that, I can only say that I may miss classes from time to time due to the service. Oh, and here's another thing!.. Are there any objections about my uniform? It's just that I'm supposed to have it...” “No, of course not.” The Japanese man hastily blurted out. “There won't be any problems with that - the teachers will be notified...” “In that case, can I go? The call is coming soon...” I got up from my chair. “Yes, yes, of course," the director nodded. “Have a nice day!” “The same to you. Goodbye” I politely said goodbye and walked out the door. I even had the strength to walk away from the director's office before I burst out laughing - well, Vitek, you're giving it!.. Now you can officially do anything at school, hiding behind a terrible and omnipotent NERVE. And what? Did I save the city? I saved you, which means I have the right to a legitimate vacation... Inspired by this thought, I realized that, in principle, I could go home and sleep - no one would say a word against me now, though... It would still be useful to get acquainted with the class... So, it's decided - we're not skipping today. Where is that other A?.. *** As expected, my appearance caused a real sensation in the group, ugh, in the classroom - all conversations subsided as if by magic, and the eyes of the students crossed on me. It's all so familiar... At uni, I could also afford any kind of appearance and behavior in a group (within the bounds of decency and reason, of course), anyway, everyone was already used to my antics. And the fact that, for example, in a couple of English, I could inspiringly compose advertisements not about selling refrigerators or cars, but Colt Commando carbines and F-18 fighter jets to the Arabs, or, say, even start saying something in German... Or argue with a marketing teacher about the misuse of the term "flank attack.".. That's who I am... The original. ..I looked for an empty desk (there were a lot of them, by the way) and decided to land on one of the last desks behind Kensuke. It would be extremely difficult not to recognize him - before I came in, he was excitedly fiddling with models of the Abrams tank and the F-16 Fighting Falcon fighter, simulating an air attack (with very authentic sounds, I must admit) and filming it all on camera. Glasses, disheveled hair and a thoroughly freckled European face - this is the tenth thing, the main thing is the camera and the military...  Right now, though, Kensuke was staring at the kid in uniform, which was me. The camera was aimed at me, and the guy is a natural cameraman!.. On the way to the desk, I quickly looked at the other students - Japanese and Europeans, boys and girls. There are more girls. They huddle and whisper, apparently to my soul... Almost everyone is wearing a school uniform: the boys have a white shirt and black trousers, the girls have a funny little suit, something like a light blue sundress over a white blouse, with a bright scarlet ribbon tied under the collar. What's it called, a sailor suit, aka sailor fuku? Interesting, interesting... There are only three people standing apart -Kensuke with models and a camera, the headman (probably) wiping the board, and Ayanami Rei. It was hard not to recognize her, with her bandaged head and right arm, an eye patch, and ash-gray hair. Oh, and then there's his trademark indifference to everything that happens - he sits there and looks out the window indifferently. She didn't even turn around when I walked in... I threw my briefcase under my desk and sat down on a chair, casually tossing Ida: Why are you using a "Falcon" to "box" (approx. the slang term for any armored vehicle) are you attacking? He's a fighter, but a Thunderbolt-2 attack aircraft would be better suited here... The way he looked at me!.. Surprise mixed with delight and some kind of hope. I sometimes had the same look when I found someone who was at least a little bit familiar with weapons. Aida, the kid, as far as I know, is normal, sincere, just like me, a little turned on the trunks. And in general, he is somewhat similar to me in character... And you still need to make contacts in the classroom, so why not with him first? “Are you interested in military subjects?” Kensuke asked with some kind of breathlessness, slightly squinting at his plastered forehead. “Yeah," I casually brushed a non-existent speck of dust off my sleeve. “Ida," he resolutely held out his hand to me. Hello, fellow moron. “Vek... Shinji," I laughed and shook his outstretched hand. Now there will be two of us here, I think... “Hey, Shinji, are you a member of NERVE?” “Yeah.” Yyyyy! Ida groaned, clutching his head in his hands. Well, not a damn thing! How? How did you get there at that age?! I want to too!!! “Yes, I am...” I started to answer, but then a freckled, sandy-haired girl walked briskly towards Kensuke and sharply shouted: “Kensuke, why are you yelling like a madman?” “That's right, that's it...” “That's not what you're telling me, but rather, did you bring your homework to Suzuhara?” “Mmm..." Ida hesitated. “Toji had no one at home yesterday...” “Yeah, I see, the girl is the class leader, Hikari Horaki.” “Ida!” - the headman said sternly. "You're friends with Suzuhara, aren't you worried about him at all?" “That's right," Kensuke frowned. "What if he was hurt?" “In the battle the day before yesterday? But they said on TV that there were no wounded!” “Yeah well...” Ida grimaced skeptically. “Didn't you see the crater from the explosion? And anyway, my father works in the department for interaction with the army, he said there were a lot of troops there. Several helicopters were shot down, that's for sure... So I'm sure there are dozens injured, maybe even killed...” “Eighty-six UN troops died yesterday, including helicopter pilots and tank crews who tried to stop the Object A. I interjected. - There are no dead civilians, that's for sure, but I don't know about the wounded.” Before they put me in the infirmary, I extracted data on real losses from the "nervous" ones. The crews of helicopters and tanks died at the very beginning of the battle, when they tried to stop the object A by conventional means, but by that time the civilian population had already been completely evacuated to bomb shelters. I really wanted to know if I had killed anyone during the battle, because many people were injured that time, including Toji's sister...   ...The students, who seemed to have calmed down a little, fell silent again and stared at me. “How do you know that?” Someone's voice was heard. “I serve in... the NERVE operations department and have similar information.” I said weightily. A new moan of despair was heard from Aida. The gun maniac's stream of moans was interrupted by the classroom door opening. Toji Suzuhara came in, the guy from whom I was potentially going to get a beating today, because he was indirectly responsible for his sister's injury. Outwardly, he resembled a classic gopnik - healthy, in a tracksuit and sneakers. He only lacks caps and seeds to complete the look... “Suzuhara!” Hikari's voice was heard. Yeah, but she doesn't like him very much... However, so did Toji towards her. Oh, the good thing is reciprocity... I wish I could... Toji threw a large white gym bag on the desk, yawned tiredly, rubbed his eyes and plopped down next to his briefcase. “Hello everyone. I see there are fewer of us...” “Evacuation, however...” Ida remarked. “Some people moved to other cities and transferred to other schools - they didn't want to stay in the "Third" after yesterday's fight.” “But I see you're just happy to watch the real war...” Toji said sarcastically. “Otherwise! By the way, where were you yesterday? I came to see you, but no one was at home... Has anything happened?" “Not with me," Suzuhara said gloomily. “But with my younger sister...” That's right... Thin, I feel thin... Bad, bad, bad... “Anything serious?" I asked unexpectedly, even to myself. Damn, it seemed like one minute everyone was listening exclusively to Toji, but no - one line and then everyone turned to me. “And who are you?” Suzuhara looked at me suspiciously from under his brows. Damn, and what I didn't keep silent about... “This is Shinji, the new guy,” Kensuke explained and added with quiet envy. “He's a NERVE agent...” “Yes, I thought maybe I should help with something. If anything, I would try to find out what is needed through my channels...” ...Okay, enough show-offs already, you fucking puncher!.. Toji's expression softened slightly. “No, thanks, I don't need anything. I just broke my leg, so I was in the hospital all day yesterday... My father and grandfather work at the research center and were very busy, so I had to sit with my sister. Oh, and you'll probably have to sit a lot... Headman, I'm sorry, but I'm probably going to have to skip a lot now...” “Are there no nurses in the hospital?” I asked. “But it's urban," Suzuhara grimaced. “The care and treatment at the NERVE infirmary are excellent, but it's not that easy to get there - my ancestors didn't have such a rank. And, for sure, this infirmary is constantly clogged...” “Yes, it's half empty,” I blurted it out without thinking. “How do you know that?” Toji's eyes narrowed suspiciously again. “Yes, I am... I was lying in it...” - then an idea came to my mind. “Listen... Toji, right? Do you want me to talk about getting her transferred there?” “Ha, who are you to be obeyed!” Suzuhara sneered maliciously. “Maybe the Commander himself or his son?” Damn, that's how they get their finger in the sky!.. “Er...” One fig they'll find out... “Actually, yes!” Hearing this, Toji laughed, and several other voices joined in. “Are you saying that you're Gendo Ikari's Commander?” Suzuhara forced out through his laughter. “Well, you're a joker, kid!..” “No, I'm on the second version. Allow me to introduce myself as Junior Lieutenant Shinji Ikari, the Commander's son...” Oh, I shouldn't have said that... The silence seemed to be palpable. “Are you really Commander Ikari's son?” Toji asked incredulously. “Well, why would I lie?” “Affairs...” Someone drawled. “Well, should I talk about your sister's transfer? Of course, I've only recently joined NERVE, so I can't give you an absolute guarantee... Just give her first and last name, and then we'll see...” Suzuhara blushed, turned away, and said uncertainly,: “Suzuhara, Naomi Suzuhara...” “Hey, Toji, how is she like that, huh?..” Kensuke interjected. Suzuhara's expression darkened again. “In the battle the day before yesterday. Our shelter was damaged, and all those fucking robots...” “And they say that "our guy" was controlled by a man...” “What a jerk he is then!” Toji shouted angrily. I found a place to arrange a battle, you half-baked idiot! His robot destroyed half the city-what was he even thinking about? About what?!” “And thanks for that," I muttered, turning away. “Eh?! Ida turned to me with the menacing slowness of a battleship's turret.” Don't you want to say that you are?.. ...Victor, your tongue is your enemy!!! “So it was you!” Toji's eyes flashed, clenching his fists and jumping up from his desk. “You're the idiot pilot!.. Yes I...” “Will you hit me?” I asked in a bored voice, remaining in place. For some reason, everything became deeply indifferent to me. “Well, then hit! But if you knew, I didn't want that, I would have had my way, and I would also have turned someone's head for such operations...” It was as if all the air had been drained out of Toji-after all, his sister wasn't so badly hurt this time. “Yes, I..." he continued by inertia, but he unclenched his fists. “I don't really know what... But why did you arrange a fight right in the middle of the city?” “Me? Yes, that's how it is! I wanted to, damn it... The day before yesterday, as soon as I arrived, they put me in a mechanoid and sent me to fight, not even really caring about tactics. "Hey, kid! Stop this thing at all costs before it picks everything up here..." Do you think it was nice to know that you could kill thousands of people? Toji finally calmed down. “Yeah... It's a shitty situation...” “That's what I mean...” But I've already been bombarded with new questions from other students.: “And how were you chosen?” “Were these some kind of exams?” “Were you afraid?” “Are the workouts difficult?” “And which cabin is inside?” “And what is the name of the robot?” “Does he have a superweapon?” The waterfall of cheers was interrupted by two events: an unexpectedly sharp signal for the start of classes and a teacher entering the classroom. “Stop, stop," I laughed, raising my hands in mock fright. “The press conference is after couples, and even then most of the information cannot be disclosed to me - classified information, you know...” Wow, how their eyes lit up!.. Of course, blurt out those magic words to someone, "classified information, I can't say anything," and you're guaranteed a long and lasting interest. But a lesson is a lesson, so everyone started to go to their seats, pulling out their school laptops from under their desks, although they cast interested glances at me. Following the general example, I also took out a small worn gray laptop, opened it and turned it on... Well, hello... "Windows 2000"? What kind of fruit are you? And where, I wonder, is the "seven" or at least the ex-pi? Perhaps Comrade Gates did not invent them here? Sorry... So, what about the characteristics? Yeah... yeah... yeah... Yeah, not much... In fact, it's not even a netbook, but just a large calculator combined with a typewriter - you can't play games on it... Are there any games at all? I see that there aren't even any solitaire games here... Although, given the global situation, there is no time for special excesses and mass culture right now - I wouldn't be surprised if most of the global economy is now based on the production of weapons. And what? It's a proven method - govement have come out of their asses more than once, and if you also take into account the abundance of large and small wars all over the planet... In short, the general decline of goods of widespread and unnecessary consumption is evident. So, okay, shouldn't I be officially introduced to the class as a freshman? Write your name on the board, mumble your full name, dance a hop? No? That's great. Although it seems like it's all about the teacher - the old man doesn't give a damn about anything and everyone. He sits there, mumbling something about the Second Beat under his breath, not really caring if they listen to him or not. And the whole class does what they want to do - who gets into naval combat, who reads a book from a laptop, who just chats... How familiar it is! We never did that at school, but at uni... Although, in recent years, it was easier to remember classes when we didn'T do that. “Come on, come on!” Kensuke turned to me. “How did you become a pilot of this robot? They call him Evangelion, right? I also want to become the same pilot!” “Em... Aida, are all your couples, ugh, are the lessons going like this?” “Oh, no, really! Well, this is social studies - we usually only talk about the Second Blow and its consequences. I think that's the most moronic subject we have, even literature will be better... But math and Japanese are tough! So. Don't talk my teeth out of it, but answer the question better.” “Yes, of course, Mr. Investigator,” I answered readily. “So, I lived for fourteen years and didn't grieve, but then - bang! They called me to Tokyo 3, put me in the Evangelion, and sent me into battle...” “Shinji, I'm asking you seriously.” Aida pouted. "You're talking nonsense... Tell me you don't want to be a pilot...” Damn, is today Holy Guessing Game Day? Why don't you believe me? I told you the whole truth!.. Although... The classic situation really smacks of nonsense... Okay, we'll figure something out now... “You know, Aida, I almost didn't lie to you," I said. I suddenly had a revelation, and I started composing with inspiration. “Piloting is related to genetic characteristics and NERVE main efforts are related to finding suitable candidates. I was found only recently, and I really did not have time to complete the full course of studies... Why, I've never even been in Eva before that battle!.. I was sent here just for combat training, and here you are! The object A attacked!..” “Affairs... And what kind of genetic features are important here?” “Mmm...” I honestly thought about it. “I don't even know how - I wasn't privy to this, and it's probably a national secret...” “Maybe I'll be good for them after all.” Aida said hopefully and breathlessly. “Maybe... Maybe...” If I'm not mistaken, then the whole second A is a collection of potential pilots, so there would be Eves, but there will be pilots... I felt a little stuffy, and I decided to unbutton my jacket... I shouldn't have. Kensuke's eyes instantly turned into saucers. “A gun?! The real one?!” “Thh”, I put my finger to my lips. “NERVE officers are supposed to have personal weapons according to the Regulations.” I wonder what is really written about this in the Charter of NERVE?.. “I want to serve in the NERVE," Aida said decisively. *** The six lessons flew by unexpectedly quickly, although it was probably habit-it was much easier to sit out fifty minutes of a lesson than a couple of hours and a half. After the first day at school, I even felt some uncharacteristic nostalgia. Calls, lessons, homework... So, but the latter is just connected only with extremely negative memories. But in general, compared to the university, it's nothing complicated. Monstrously frivolous social studies, penmanship (hieroglyphs, fuck them!), geography (I learned a lot of new things), English, biology, history and mathematics. The latter subjects are just entertainment, even algebra - after the institute's differential equations and limits, all these equations and inequalities are sheer pampering... However, Kensuke was just shocked when, out of boredom, I solved all the equations set for the lesson in about fifteen minutes. Okay, the last couple (ugh, the lesson) ended and everyone started packing, and I didn't stay away. I threw notebooks and books into my briefcase, saved today's data on the local network on the school book, and was already on my way out... “So, where are you going?” Aida stood in my way with the most serious look (which created the exact opposite effect). What about the press conference? “Oh, Get off, Aida... o cares?” I chuckled skeptically. “And you look around," Kensuke said in a terrible whisper. I turn around with an undiminished degree of skepticism... Oops!.. I really overreacted about the interest - the whole class, to a single person (even the headman and Toji) remained in their seats, looking at me with interest. Someone from the opposite sex already seemed to be making eyes at me (well, I'm not much of a specialist in these feminine tricks). Damn, I'm a school celebrity now!.. Hmm, I must say, this role is very new to me - I have already been a silent intellectual, a frostbitten excellent student maniac, too, but I have not yet become a universal object of interest and worship... Extremely interesting... “So what, are you so interested in hearing about who I am?” In response, there was a steady buzz of positive responses. Tek-S... So what should I do? I don't know what information I can divulge and what I can't, in case I blurt something out, I can, I know myself... Oh, well, it wasn't! If anything, I'll get rid of it, there's a bi-i-ig shortage of pilots in the NERVE. Let's assume that I am now the official press secretary of the institute, conducting a PR campaign to consolidate the positive image of NERVE among the masses. I walked behind the teacher's desk, put my briefcase on the table, and sat down, interlacing my fingers. “Well, where do we start? Just one at a time, please...” Damn, what started here!.. There's no order - they're all talking at once, interrupting and shouting over each other. “Guys! Guys!.. Ahh!” I urgently need a hammer - I'm not going to beat this whole crowd! “COME ON, QUIET, EVERYONE!!!” Hikari might have a voice... At least sign up for the army right now - you already have a commanding voice, and the rest will come... “It was clearly said to speak one at a time and not yell. What is unclear?” “Headman, why are you bossing around again- we're not in class...” “You've become painfully talkative, Date... Have you forgotten how I covered for you? I won't do it anymore.” “Umm... Headman, why are you so quick?.. I'm already silent...” Hmm, I take back my words - Hikari can already be given the rank of sergeant major and sent to chase recruits. Yeah... Fire girl - Suzuhara was unlucky... “You know what?” I intervened. “Let me make an introduction first, and then you'll ask me something else, okay? Well, that's settled...” I got up from the table, went to the blackboard, coughed into my fist (somewhat ostentatiously to defuse the situation) and began, as they say, to move: “Well, let's start in order... My name is Shinji Ikari, the son of the Commander of the NERVE Gendo Ikari Special Institute. My rank is second lieutenant, I serve in the operations department, my position is the pilot of Unit-01, aka Evangelion-01, aka Eva.” “... What? To clarify, this is not a robot, it is a special biomechanical armor designed to counteract it... alien invaders. Their code name is "Object A"... The fact that there's only been one so far doesn't mean anything. As they say, you never know... Why Object A? I don't know, I'm not the one making up these stupid names. Personally, I would have called yesterday's alien a fucking Godzilla, but for some reason no one asked me. What they want here, why this Object A attacked us, is unknown," I lied, hiding the lie among the pieces of truth.” “... Superweapons? Oh, Well, what are you talking about... This isn't a mech or some other fantasy movie - we only have quite ordinary weapons at our disposal: knives, cannons, missiles...” “...Exams? I have no idea about any exams, where the selection seems to be related to the genetic characteristics of individuals - I won't even say more precisely... Aida, how long have I been hearing this cry of the soul from you? I don't know if you can become a pilot or not - I'm not on the admissions committee! I can only say that you all have a potential chance - one of the most important conditions is the age of no more than fourteen years, I don't really know what this is related to... No, I can't say anything about how the cabin looks from the inside - it's classified information” - we need to put this phrase somewhere...   “Well, are there any more questions?” I see a girl's hand timidly rising from one of the last desks. “Yes, please.” “Shinji, do you have a girlfriend?” Tek-S... Are there any matrimonial plans for my person? No, guys, I don't need that yet... “No, and I'm not going to start it yet,” I keep a straight face, even though my ears are treacherously blushing. An indeterminate sigh passes through the female part of the class-I think I've hit it...