Аннотация: A conversation with Misato about Rei. Compiling a database of data on the main figures of Evangelion.
Chapter 14. Compiling a database of data on the main figures of Evangelion.
"What's for dinner tonight?" Misato asked eagerly, holding a spoon in her hand. By the way, despite the fact that we seemed to live in Japan, the captain used a fork and spoon without any effort - apparently, there was no total dominance of chopsticks here...
"Food," I replied laconically, pouring water boiled in a kettle into a pot on the stove.
"And more specifically?"
"Potato."
"Not raw, I hope?" Katsuragi asked.
"No."
"Shinji," the girl laughed. "It's not good for you to communicate with Rey, you're becoming like her!"
"Really?" I said skeptically.
"Well, yes! Just listen to the way you talk!"
"I'm talking normally," I snorted. "But Rey is really a big problem..."
"Can't find a common language? Oh, what a shame..." The captain was sarcastic.
"I'm actually serious, Misato." I noticed when I was putting potatoes in the water. Today I had mashed potatoes according to the plan. "I don't understand why she's like this."
"Which one is this?"
"Well... frozen. Why does she live like this, dress like this, behave like this?.. After all, by God, not a girl, but some kind of robot!"
"To be honest, I don't even know - I've never been interested in this question." Katsuragi replied bluntly. "Maybe it's because she doesn't have parents? I do not know what happened to them, but maybe they died during some kind of scientific experiment? For some reason, I'm sure that they worked in one of our laboratories..."
"Maybe, maybe..." I said thoughtfully, even though I knew for sure that this was not the case. I would even say it's not like that at all, and even close, but this version is quite suitable as an official one. "Don't you know for sure?"
"No," the girl grimaced in annoyance. "There is no information about Rey in the public domain, and I do not have access to closed sources..."
"You have? Do the Chief of Operations and the captain have NERVES?" I was genuinely surprised. "And how is this possible?"
"So it's possible," Katsuragi replied with a frown. "And there's nothing I can do about it..."
"Affairs..." I drawled thoughtfully, although I wasn't thinking about that at all. "By the way, why, if Ayanami doesn't have parents, wasn't she assigned a guardian?.."
"By the way, she has a guardian, your father."
Oh, my! I'd forgotten...
"What do you mean?"
"Yes, literally!"
"Figase... Why don't I know?"
"So, how should I know?" Katsuragi quite reasonably remarked.
"And that's what it turns out, she... My sister?"
"Um..." thought Misato. "It turns out that it is..."
"Affairs..." I scratched my chin thoughtfully. "In that case, I hope you'll leave these jokes about me and Ray?"
"Ha! Don't even get your hopes up!" The captain declared. "You're not blood relatives, so... What, do you have anything against it?"
...Yeah, you should have known, Commander, that Ayanami and I are relatives after all - they made her out of Yu's genetic material, that is, my mother...
"O-ho-ho" I sighed heavily. Misato clearly didn't want to get off the subject, and I didn't even know how to stop her. And I was lazy, in principle, somehow - I snapped at her remarks somehow even out of inertia. Well, these phrases didn't touch me, and that's it!..
Okay, then. There's something else I wanted to be puzzled about today... But I wonder what?
***
Ta-da-da-dam!
The computer with the newly installed Windows 2003 turned on with a painfully familiar melody. The mashin is not that powerful, I must say - in my eleventh year I even left a more serious computer, but okay, at least I have one now... I don't know how everyone gets by without home computers - okay, games are on the side, but how to work? Or, say, listen to music...
So I bought a machine that wasn't very powerful (a Pentium-4 processor), but it fully met all my requirements.
I created a new text document, opened it, and stared thoughtfully at the blinking cursor...
So, of course, it's risky, but let's try to leave some things on the computer - I can't keep everything in my head. Breaking it, in principle, is like doing nothing, especially considering my methods of disguising and hiding information (to make the document hidden and put it in some kind... ass), but there's nothing you can do about it.
Okay, what am I talking about? Yeah, put your thoughts on, um, paper... Tek-S... First of all, what I've already said about the key characters, just don't mention them by name - let there be at least some sordid conspiracy.
So, who's first on the list, Misato? What should I call you, Comrade Captain? Em... Who is she? Commander, guardian, captain... hmm... oh! Patron! That's it! Yeah, yeah... Now enter the available information into the database...
The second point is Dad, he's Gendo. What's your name? A freak? No, that's not it... I don't really think so, and it's not comme il faut to call my own father that. Then how? What is he doing there, nervously? And what is a NERVE? That's right, the institute! So you will be our Rector!
..Hmm, the main thing is not to get confused later...
Point three is Dr. Akagi. Well, everything is simple here - given her specific experiences and experiments - definitely Mengele.
Point four is Fuyutsuki Castle. It's not difficult with that either - an Assistant, Singing along... Fie! No, that's not it-it's too crude and primitive. Then... Then let him be a Slanderer - it will sound more decent...
...Yes, yes, yes! I know a lot of clever and stupid words!..
Point five is Kaji. Heh, well, considering his work profile, it's just Bond, James Bond. True, the gentleman from MI6 did not end up so badly, but I always sincerely wished him this fate. You see, he's constantly fighting with the Russians...
Point six is Toji. It's more complicated than that-I don't know him that well... What are his characteristic features? Sports and... sport? Hm... No, for the life of Victor, but his first association with him is gopnik. No, purely in appearance, not in manners. Well, let it be...
Point seven is Kaoru. I repeat once again - a muddy type. Extremely. And also a homosexual... Sort of. Hmm... And if you recall one popular show, then the operational pseudonym just begs to be remembered... Dulin?.. Gee!
Point eight is Ray. So, well, I've already decided on the Snow Maiden. This party pseudonym characterizes her very accurately...
And finally, the final point nine is Asuka. Ooo!.. Well, there are just a lot of options, I don't even know which one to choose... The Sturmbannfuhrer, the Witch, the Wunderwaffe, the Lone Psycho, the Red-haired Devil... Hmm, the latter takes on a new meaning in the light of the confrontation with the so-called Object A...
Well, I just didn't have enough Satanism here! Although... Okay, let's have a Witch...
...I had to spend about forty minutes typing all the information I had into the computer. Abstract, of course. So that if anything, then only I could figure out my notes - for this I used all my skills in making notes.
By the way, that great and terrible Japanese keyboard turned out to be not as scary as it seemed to the sophisticated Russian mind. Alas, this information input device looked quite traditional - no thousand-key monsters. The Japanese were saved by the fact that their writing system, in addition to hieroglyphic writing, also had a syllabic alphabet. So we write down the word in syllabic characters the way it is pronounced, and the smart computer independently translates it into its usual form, from time to time asking for hints about what exactly the Owner means...
My brain, however, got quite a serious cognitive dissonance (in other words, it was torn) from the wild synthesis of knowledge of Russian and Japanese, but it was even better. I wrote most of my notes in Japanese (though with a lot of abbreviations), but from time to time I inserted Hiragana's notes. Japanese syllabary alphabet) Russian words and expressions, as well as English along the way. I did the latter even despite my fierce hatred of everything Western - the filthy English language is very informative.
Phew!..
I wiped the honest sweat of labor from my forehead. The job is done, although I'm burning up now, kapets... But I'm too afraid to forget something important-I don't trust my memory, no matter what, so I have to take the risk. Suddenly, getting too used to the current reality, I will slowly start to forget that life and that knowledge, and it will just be unrealistically shitty.
Damn, we urgently need to fill up the computer with some nonsense, in case they dig into it! But they will be, and in any case... I'm always under the hood - I'm too important a person. I can't even count on getting really lost in the city or the surrounding mountains. In primitive terms, this is stupidly unrealistic, considering how many guys from the "outdoor" revolve around me. And the fact that I don't notice them only compliments them... Although, I'm still a spy, so... Hm...
I wonder if Misato writes reports on my behavior every day or not. In short, I wouldn't be surprised if there are microphones and maybe even video cameras crammed around here, carefully recording my every move.
Fuck!..
I leaned against the computer monitor, shielding it with my own body. What if they've already read everything? It's going to be a disaster!
Okay, easy, Victor, easy... It is unlikely that they will take control of a thirteen-year-old teenager so tightly...
Although, on the other hand, why not? There aren't many of us Evangelion pilots like that...
Then why aren't they watching Rey? And who told you that?..
Damn it!!!
Stop, stop, stop. Calm down, Junior Lieutenant Ikari-Severov. They probably won't even dare to sneeze right there without Dad's command - they'll need sanctions and orders for everything. After all, NERV is too private a shop, with a focus on specific personalities. And the Rector, in my opinion, doesn't really care about all this - Gendo is more interested in the Third Blow and the possibility of reuniting with Yu...
I yawned tiredly and rubbed my eyes.
Damn, I still haven't figured out what I was planning for this evening. And I wanted to remember the future Angels, and think about how to deal with them. Oh, I guess it's not fate - I already want to sleep. A young, growing body, to live... Okay, I still have time, we'll do it tomorrow.