Neo genezis evangelion book 1

“Ray, do you have any hobbies?” I asked as we walked leisurely along the road, even though I knew the answer perfectly well. “Hobbies?” “Well, yes! Something that interests you, doing something that gives you pleasure?.. Is there such a thing?” “I'm an Evangelion pilot.” Ayanami replied in an even voice. “Piloting is my main task, and I don't need anything else.” “Do you like being a pilot?” I did not lag behind. Wow, I usually don't talk so much - I don't look like myself, but what should I do?.. “Do you like it?” Okay, calm down, calm down... Don't panic - Rey is not a robot, she was just made that way by some bad people... Which you want to trample on Eve for a long time and thoroughly, so that in the future it would not be annoying. We are responsible for those who, um, created them - and here everyone seems to care deeply about how the First One lives... “Do you like it, I mean, do you get satisfaction from it? Does completing your main task bring you this?” “Yes...” Was it my imagination, or was there really some emotion in Rey's voice? “Well, that's it!” I raised my finger meaningfully. “So it can be called your hobby, you know?” Ayanami strode forward stolidly. Ye-My, my tongue is going to fall off soon, and my brain is going to boil from overexertion! Okay, we're pushing until the snow melts... “Ray, what can you tell me about your combat training? I've only been piloting Eva for a few days, and as far as I know, you've been piloting for a few months... Maybe you can share your experience with me?..” I understand, I understand - it's obviously a rhetorical question. Fuck it, when the First One gives me a lecture about my own training, I'm not the right person... “What kind of training do you have in mind?” So, I like her habit of answering a question with a question less and less... “Shooting, tactical training, hand-to-hand combat, possession of edged weapons...” I began to list, carefully watching Rey's reaction. “Everything you need to successfully pilot an Evangelion,” I applied my main blank. Ayanami lost her step slightly. “There are no such trainings in my training,” the First One answered somewhat confusedly, as it seemed to me. “But how is that?” I was "incredibly surprised," although inwardly I was ready for something like this. “After all, without such training, you can fail the task, let down all of humanity in general and our Commander in particular...” “Yeah! There is a contact! Cover and hit!” Oh yes, Victor, oh yes, the son of a bitch - he knew what to push!.. “Uh...” - from Ray's mouth, this inarticulate mumbling seemed like true music to me!.. “..An Evangelion pilot is primarily a soldier” I said weightily, rejoicing inwardly. “And a soldier must be able to handle weapons well in order to defeat the enemy and prevent civilian casualties...” Ayanami's gaze naturally darted around, almost in panic. Meanwhile, I kept pushing: “...Otherwise, they will be slapped with a complete official inconsistency and dismissed...” I sighed unnaturally, although the thought sent a chill down my spine. Unlike the real Shinji, I want to be a pilot. First of all, it's cool. Secondly, it provides a lot of quite tangible bonuses such as uniforms, weapons and money. Thirdly, it gives access to top-secret data and enormous power. No, big power, that is, big responsibility, does not particularly attract me, but just being involved in a top-secret and super-elite unit of the UN army simply cannot please me, as a hardened militarist. And fourthly, this is the only way I can stop the real end of the world, isn't it good? And refuse such a thing?! Never in my life!!! I get used to good things too quickly... “I don't even know what I would do if I were suspended from piloting...” now I have finished quite sincerely. "And you, Ray?" “I don't know..." Ayanami replied softly. “I'm an Evangelion pilot, that's all I can do...” And why is everyone here so fixated on this?.. Shinji: "I'm piloting Eva because it's the only way I feel useful to someone and gain self-confidence for a while..." Ray: "I'm piloting Eva because I can't do anything else." Asuka: "I'm piloting Eva because that's how I show that I'm the best. Piloting is the meaning of life for me, if I stop being a pilot, I'll just die!" Hm… Victor: "I'm piloting Eva because I don't have a choice, but I like this activity. This is the only way I can stand up to my enemies and try to save those I like... people." Hm… Victor (reluctantly): "And I've never felt so needed and useful before. I've always wanted to fight for the right cause, and I finally got the opportunity." Ayanami stopped abruptly and looked into my eyes. “What does it take to be a good Evangelion pilot?” “I do not know," he answered honestly and, after thinking about it, continued. “And no one knows. But everything I mentioned is definitely necessary for a pilot. That's how I'm trained.” I added, slightly lying to my soul. Actually, I haven't been trained like that yet...” “I have to train the same way too.” Rey stated in a flat voice. “Why is this not the case?” Not a damn speech! Hey, you got it, you're the first one... “I don't know, but I'll definitely help you. There wasn't anything very difficult about your move... But, in the end, you can at least prepare at an elementary level on your own...” “How?” Ayanami asked quickly. “By learning from other people's experiences,” I stated confidently, although I didn't feel very confident. To be honest, I was ashamed that I was standing there brainwashing a girl who should have been thinking about boys and pretty dresses instead of combat training and weapons... Damn it! But we all have no other way - now we are all in the same boat, which is rapidly rushing towards the abyss, and this must be stopped. At any cost. Someone will pay with a broken fate, someone with their life cut short, someone with their honor... I'm not allowed to die yet, so I'll have to go into debt to my own conscience... “We are at war, but humanity has been at war for thousands of years.” Having studied the experience of past confrontations, we will be able to come up with something in the present. The history of wars, Ray, that's what we need to study. Different techniques, tricks, tactics - everything that can help us in the battle with Object A. We need to learn to understand weapons - cold and firearms, it is with their help that we have to fight the enemy. Do you understand what I'm saying?” “Yes, I understand. Can you help me with the necessary information?” Was there some excitement in Ayanami's voice, or was it just my imagination again?.. Damn, I haven't learned how to understand her emotions yet... “Of course, I have something," I said thoughtfully. “I'll talk about how we can train together now, but you can come to my house tonight, too, and I'll try to tell you something... And call me Shinji, okay? “Yes, Shinji.” “Well, then let's go already, otherwise we'll be late...” Misato will have more fun tonight, I thought gloomily. *** So, as I see it, the Japanese land is becoming more and more full of rumors. If, for example, there were just a lot of people staring at me yesterday, then today there are EVEN more - it seems that EVERYONE was hanging around in front of the school entrance, diligently pretending that they were just waiting for classes to start! But naturally, as soon as I found myself in the zone of steady visual contact, dozens, and perhaps hundreds of glances instantly crossed on me. Who said anything about evacuation? If this is taking into account those who left, then how many people were here initially?! I felt uneasy from such attention - well, I'm not used to it and that's it! Damn, is this really going to accompany me forever now? Damn it... Into the air, to shoot, or straight into the crowd to drive them all to hell? Yeah, so that the spies would immediately grab me and shove me into some kind of room with soft walls... I walked steadfastly and as calmly as possible past all these would-be students, who instantly formed a living corridor at my approach, heading for the entrance... Side by side with Rey, carrying her briefcase in her hand. Oh, meinGott! I've given the gossips some new information! Yeah, I can hear it already... “Is that his girlfriend?..” “Why is SHE?!” “He doesn't give a damn...” “Hey, it's a robot, a robot!..” “Damn it...” “Damn it!..” “It doesn't matter! We'll see who's who!..” I didn't like the last block of whispers (exclusively in female voices) at all. If they run into Ray, it won't be enough for them. I may be an ignoramus in such matters, but with the help of all my NERVE, I will arrange such a sweet life for them... I know perfectly well all the types of teenagers of this age - they probably don't like quiet and modest people here, just like in any school. And considering Ayanami's phenomenal unsociability and taciturnity, coupled with her completely frozen behavior and temporary disabilities... I leaned a little closer to the First One and spoke softly: “Ray, in the near future, other students, most likely girls, may take unfriendly actions against you. Do you understand me?” “Not really," Ayanami replied honestly. “It doesn't matter," I grimaced. “Anyway, as the senior NERVE officer here, I ask you to tell me about any such attempts. And if there is a threat to your life or health, use any self-defense measures, but better call me. And anyway, confirm everything I said, okay?” I added in a burst of inspiration. “Okay, Shinji," Rei said evenly. *** When I entered the classroom, I realized that everything that had happened before was just flowers - these are the berries!.. One of the guys choked on his gum, one of the girls had a pen fall out of his hands. Toji looked thoughtful and depressed, Hikari had been wiping the board in the same place for several minutes. And only the restless Ida filmed everything that was happening on his favorite video camera, seemingly not believing his luck to the end. I heard his mumbling, which seemed quite loud in the silence of the classroom: “What kind of material... What kind of material... It's definitely worth a lot more than two hundred...” Kensuke, it turns out that you are not only a military maniac, like me, but also just a great reporter! If you don't become a pilot (and, as far as I know, all my classmates are potential operators of the E combat complex), then you will definitely get into the press center at NERV... My classmates were plunged into a state close to shock - they, unlike other students, knew Ray a little closer. If to others she was just a strange person from a certain class, about whom one could build a variety of fantasies, then class 2A knew that the impression made by Ayanami fully corresponded to her inner content. At least as far as they knew. “Hello everyone” I greeted the people cheerfully. I reached Ray's desk, put my briefcase on it first and went to my seat. A discordant chorus of voices followed me, and as I noticed, the female half pronounced "Hello, Shinji..." with some kind of breathlessness. Damn, I got a macho guy on their heads (although, more like a schmuck)... Beautiful girls - don't give a damn about me, I have a war in my brain here that I don't care about you! I greeted Toji and Aida separately (the first is sitting behind me, the second is in front, respectively), sat down at my desk, yawned, unbuttoned my jacket, stretched out my legs and put a freshly bought briefcase on the desk. The classmates' jaws, which had returned to their normal position, began to fall rapidly again, as if the leaves on the trees in autumn. What? What's wrong?! Did you forget to fasten your fly? Erysipelas in toothpaste? Has the third arm grown? I quickly, but as unobtrusively as possible, looked down at myself. Hmm, everything seems to be fine... Hey, smartass! In your opinion, everything is fine, but if you look at it from the outside?.. I looked at myself again... and he thought hard. Maybe it's enough to shock others already? Otherwise, the poor devils will get mental disorders and get them into pilots... Shock is, of course, our way, but certainly not in Japanese. So, you need to be somehow simpler, or something, and stand out less from the crowd, otherwise, you know, one of those guys showed up at school today... The first fact. With a girl who everyone has already stopped counting as a person. The second fact. He is the only known pilot of Evangelion, and everyone has not had time to get over this news yet. The third fact. Not only did he turn up in uniform again, but not in school uniform, but in a nervous one, he also carried a leather briefcase, berts, and a pistol on his belt! Yesterday, the Glock was only seen by Ida, but then I thought about something and put it on public display... Judging by Kensuke's smug look, some rumors have already been circulating in the classroom, and I have just confirmed them in the most reliable way. Somewhere in the corner of my mind, the real Shinji was chuckling softly-he was just amused by the whole situation. He's fine now, damn it, sitting in peace and comfort, watching everything through the prism of my perception, and gradually becoming saturated with my indifference. In a month or two, it won't be so scary, even if I get yanked out of here - I'll do more and more to completely overcome the stability of the continuum, and fuck it when Shinji manages to return to the general line of behavior. By the way, it's not very convenient to call him by his first name now - I'm already starting to associate myself with him, too. Hmm, and how to solve this problem? Let me think... oh! From now on, I'll call the original Shinji - Shinji Jr. or just Junior -I'm nine years older after all. Don't you agree, bro? That's great!.. But back to our sheep, what are we going to do about behavior, huh? No, a good show-off is worth a lot of money, that's a fact... But you can't show off like that, Victor! It's time to know the measure already - be simpler, and people will reach out to you... Wait, do I need it anyway? After all, I'll establish contact with those I need anyway (if something really works out with Ray, then be proud, junior leit!), and somehow I don't need the rest. Hmm, interesting, interesting... Well, let's try this tactic - to be your boyfriend, but to emphatically distance yourself from the majority... Maybe they'll be less interested in me. On the shelf under my desk, I suddenly felt some papers with my hand. I glanced sideways and saw the sealed envelopes... With hearts!!! I looked around hungrily -languid female gazes were staring at me from everywhere. Holy shit, they've got me! Like a wolf, they put flags on it! Nah, guys... It's not going to work that way-if I start getting involved in amorous affairs, I'll go crazy, and next time I'll blow up half the city with a six-inch knife... Distance yourself, motherfucker, distance yourself!.. Somewhere in his head, the Younger One began to mutter sarcastically: "Don't run away. Don't run away. Don't run away." Fuck you!!! There was a cheerful giggle in response.