Author's note: Now we get to a little bit of the politics behind the Evangelions of this world. As well as how well and truly fracked up the geopolitical situation truly is.
The President of the United States of America sat in a darkened room. The room was not dark by preference, despite what certain parties may say about him being an evil emperor. No, the room was darkened by necessity, so that the holographic projectors could do their work.
"The deployment of Unit 02," boomed a deep, masculine voice. "The destruction of the Third Messenger," a series of twelve large obelisks materialized in the air, each with name "SEELE" and a number. "All according to plan, it would seem."
"The damage dealt to Unit 02 will be expensive to repair," said another person from behind their obelisk avatar.
"Compared to the loss of Unit 00, it is but a minor setback," replied another one.
"We are in agreement that the performance of the second child has met our expectations," said another voice, the only feminine one in the room. "However, we are concerned with the fact that you had given the name of a pagan god the Messenger of Water."
The President held up his hand. "I will admit that it is unorthodox. We can agree, however, that the population does not need to make the necessary connections between the prophecies of old and modern times. We shall continue to study our portions of the scrolls, and act in accordance."
"I am concerned," said another of the voices. "We only posses a fraction of the scrolls. More specifically, most of the scrolls concerning the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. If we cannot find the scrolls concerning the Tree of Life, then we shall never have the complete picture. Our plans may be… impeded."
"The scrolls of the Tree of Life have been found to be in the possession of the Russians, the Texans and certain warlords in China. A museum in Japan also contains the last portion of the Scroll of the Tree of Life," replied another voice.
"They will be dealt with when the time comes," said another voice. The president was beginning to pick out which ones belonged to which people, although he could not for sure trace which ones related to which obelisks. They also had a tendency to randomly change the numerical designation to keep each other off their toes, with the exception of SEELE 01, who was always the leader. "We are the lords of this solar system, after all. Possession of the Scrolls of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil are the only portions we need right now to fulfill the covenants we have made with the Mother of All Living."
"But to ascend to Godhood we must take possession of the Scrolls of the Tree Life," another of the voices pointed out. "We must tread carefully, in my opinion. If the Texans or the Russians are able to interpret the Scrolls, then they could be in possession of weapons which would delay or even stop our ascension."
"When the unrest has been quelled, I believe I should be able to start a war with Texas that can allow us to steal their portion of the Scroll, or at the very least be able to let my spy network do the work," said the president.
"That would be helpful," SEELE 01 admitted. "But only when the time is right. Now, we have one other matter to discuss. The fate of Unit 00."
"Unit 00 cannot be dismissed," said the female voice. "Each working Evangelion costs as much as a small nation can produce in a year. Even if it is not fit to perform combat with the Messengers directly, it can still provide vital support."
"The resources which have been invested in the Unit's pilot are also tremendous," said another of the voices. "The cloning process has been perfected, as has soul dubbing. The pilot can be sent in to do dangerous work, since she suffers from no risk of permanent end of existence. For her a death would simply be a learning experience."
"She would be the perfect pilot of only the Units were not so hard to replace," said another of the voices. "Allowing her to gain combat experience in a support role would aid us when the Mass Production models are ready."
"Regardless, we shall need more Evangelions. And pilots," said the president. "My nation is simply too big to defend with one unit, especially when its pilot is on constant standby. There is also the fact that a Messenger could appear at any place, anytime, and it would take hours before a unit could arrive."
"We shall approve the use of another unit, and select the next pilot," said one of the voices.
"But to which nation shall the Unit belong to?" asked another voice. "The Vatican Protocols limit the number of Evangelions to one per nation. Japan and the United States have already been brought into the fold. Who else shall entrust our instrument in accession?"
There was a brief pause, as everyone who was taking part in the conference considered their option, or what to say next.
It was the president who broke the silence. "They say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
"Which nation would you suggest?"
"Texas," said the president. "It is technically a federation of two nations and several protectorates, so we can have it support two Evangelions without any legal problems. Having them become a partner in this venture would also allow us to place our people within the organizations they are sure to create in order to support their Evangelions."
"Each Evangelion is also reliant on their nation for the majority of their personnel and engineering support," said the feminine voice. "By forcing Texas to accept a Unit, we will sap away their resources while using them for our own ends. It is an elegant solution to several problems. I motion that Texas receive the Test Type, Unit 01."
"I will second that motion on the condition that the pilot of the Unit be of a different nationality," said one of the recognizable voices, that of SEELE 06. "We cannot have one be too loyal to a nation like Texas, which still pretends to operate under the pretext of democracy and is actively seeking to expand its influence."
"The Texans may still be able to win over the support of their pilot," the president noted. "They have become notorious for winning the loyalty of others."
"But if the Texan pilot is of a different nationality, then he may be subverted more easily," said the feminine voice. "I shall agree to the amendment proposed by Number Six."
"A motion to vote the choosing of a new pilot has been put forward and seconded," said SEELE 01. "We shall now vote on the motion."
A circle of white orbs appeared before the president in the center of the room. Each one of them was for each one of the voting members of the council. The circle began to rotate, randomizing the ballot enough to where no one would be sure who voted for what in the council. Some turned green, others turned red, and once all the white orbs had a color associated with them the circle slowed to a stop.
"8 in favor, 4 opposed." SEELE 01 said, reading the ballot. "The motion passes. Would any of the members of the council care to put forward another item on the agenda?"
The room was silent. After a few minutes SEELE 01 spoke again. "If not then this meeting is concluded."
One by one the monoliths disappeared, until only SEELE 01's remained. "I assume that the business transactions we have conducted are proving profitable."
The president nodded. "They have. The economy may recovered enough to where the masses will be content. At that point I shall be able to assume complete control of the government."
"Excellent performance, then," said SEELE 01. "With the United States receiving proper guidance, we shall have one less unknown variable in our quest."
"Our species is dying," said the president. "I know that as well as everyone else who has been enlightened through the Scrolls. But can we really harness Third Impact so that we may reach the next stage of evolution?"
"We must," said SEELE 01. "A world free of pain and suffering. A world in which the Gods are responsive and approachable. Would you not like to see such a world come to pass?"
The president nodded. "Yes. Yes I would. I would do anything for such a world to exist."
"Then we know what we must do." SEELE 01 said. "Everything shall proceed as dictated by the scenario."
"I understand. By your command."
"By your command," concluded SEELE 01, ending the conversation. The room returned to its normal lighting, revealing it to be the windowless side office of the Philadelphia White House.
Sighing a little, the president pressed a button on his desk.
"Yes, Mr. President?" asked the secretary manning the front desk.
"My meeting is over. General Robison may come in. Also, make sure that my five o'clock is not delayed in coming over."
"Yes, Mr. President," said the secretary. "Central command is wondering what they should do about the protestors, sir."
The president leaned back. "They're subverting the government. Let them suffer the traitor's fate."