Chapter 30: Code Geass
Being thankful is more important than being rich or powerful.
As the Buddha once said, wealth comes not from having the most things but from having few wants.
Happy characters are happy because they don't want much while unhappy characters are never satisfied no matter what they have.
It is useless to try and become popular when you still hate yourself. Since you are the one person you spend all your time with, the first person you should try to befriend is yourself.
A utopia is formed when everyone is happy where they are. Where people who don't want to pilot an EVA like Shinji don't have to and the countless children who are dying for Shinji's position can have his position in his place. Instead in many animated series, dystopias are formed.
Everyone is put into a position that they hate and have no passion for.
How can you expect mankind to fight for their survival when there is nothing worth living for? How can Shinji want to save the world when the world treats him like dirt?
There is the saying that the world owes you nothing. The opposite is also true. You owe the world nothing. Selfishness is in and of itself not a bad thing. Since here's an idea.
Do selfless things for others and it will be far easier to accomplish your selfish desires.
Many utopias are also dystopias in disguise, created by unfairly stealing wealth from other places.
It's true in both real life and in television that many rich countries became rich by snatching wealth away from the "poor" countries. Those poor countries were once the rich countries.
Gendo POV
The escape pod took me to my base on the moon where I found Kozo already waiting.
It would prove a sufficient hiding place for now, but it had no weaponry present within whatsoever.
When Kaworu and his squid-like companion invaded my sovereign realm, they expropriated everything from me and my company.
The resulting loss drove me insane. I decided along with my professor to take a sleeping pill and hibernate for the next month, at least until I stopped trembling all over with rage and madness every waking moment of my days, dropping hot tea onto my feet and knocking glassware to the ground where it shattered to pointed shards.
There was not much I could do but hope. I didn't even know if NERV or even SEELE would be there at all when I awoke. The powerless position that I had been forced into, reminded me awfully of the place I loved to see my son and Rei in.
It made me vow that no matter what, I would make them suffer and regret the day they were born.
Yui, you displease me greatly.
I used to rule the world.
Seas would rise when I gave the world.
Now in the morning I sleep alone. Without my Yui.
Kaworu POV
"Good morning Mr Nagisa. It is a real pleasure to have you here with me once more"
Came the somewhat stiff but welcoming reply of the supercomputer that we had programmed to translate every last thought of the Evangelized souls still without a body. In this instance, the soul of Ritsuko Akagi's late mother Naoko, who was head over heels to be able to speak properly and hold conversations once again after years of captivity.
It was not difficult. Seeing as this was the most advanced known laboratory with the rarest parts remaining on the globe. SEELE probably had even better but for now my lady and I were pleased with what we had. Why Gendo never thought to do this, I didn't know.
Perhaps he believed that without a human body, a soul was meaningless.
But that was just ridiculous. The soul was the entity that dictated the decisions and thoughts of each living being sapient enough to be blessed with one. A body without a soul was just a lifeless corpse.
"I know I said it before, but thank you for saving me and taking the time to visit me despite your pressing duties in the rebuilding project, you are running."
"You are welcome." I modestly agree with a smile. "It was the least we could do."
"Are you using my blueprints well. I kept them hidden from the rest of NERV knowing that if Gendo got his hands on them, he would certainly unleash Armageddon upon those least deserving of his ceaseless hatred. I could not take the risk even knowing the relative uselessness of the Evangelions. I am sorry."
"No need to apologize. I perfectly understand doctor. I'd have done the same in your grim position.
The weapons and armour you secretly conceived under the noses of your psychopathic superiors will be treated with the utmost of respect, only to be utilized with full responsibility and with your full permission."
Naoko Akagi had used the MAGI system to conceal the designs for a set of futuristic armaments whose raw destructive potential could pass for the powers of gods among men.
First among the arsenal were the laser guns. A beam of concentrated gamma rays to knock some atoms apart that was easy to both carry and maintain with its light weight, and simple design.
The lasguns, as we called them.
Our good friendly friend the Lasgun had both a younger and older brother.
The Laspistol, to be used in close quarters when a two handed and larger gun would have been far too bulky and difficult to aim well.
And the Lascannon, whose far greater proficiency in piercing the plating of the hardest man-made bunker and tank, was more than compesnation enough for its staggering heaviness that made it impossible to lift by a single soldier alone and was therefore often mounted onto our war vehicles or relegated to artillery duty instead.
It would soon be joined by its soon to be developed twin branch, the bolters which would allow grenades to be delivered with far greater efficiency and range than simply being tossed a short distance. The boltgun, the bolt pistol and the heavy bolter were the names of the bolter line I had in my notepad.
Of course even with these new instruments of demise, we were still sitting ducks without the protection afforded by the thick metal plating an Evangelion in spite of its flaws, neatly provided.
This was where the latest in advanced protection came to complete the loadout for our new platoon of defenders who had already become the envy of the globe, but sought yet to ascend to even greater heights beyond what mere mortals such as we could hope to conceive.
Most medieval plate armour and chain mail was indeed hard. But also, heavy and stifling while not covering every part of the fragile fighter who was still left very unprotected overall, despite what the incompetent blacksmith interested only in a quick penny for beer money wanted them to think.
Even modern ceramic armour left parts of the legs and especially the face not covered by the armour very badly guarded.
When enemy snipers found that a shot to the chest had no effect, they simply went for the head instead. Boom headshot. Wave goodbye to your head wanker.
Taking inspiration from both already studied fields of scientific research, and science fiction films, Naoko combined imagination and knowledge to create a suit of solid defence that would rectify both these problems while also allowing its wearer unhindered liberty.
She and I called it: Power armour.
Inspired by Fallout. Taken from Warhammer 40k. Approved by Iron man of the Justice League. Not to mention, given full sanctification by Chapter master Marneus Calgar of far planet Ultimar.
Slip on the stylish full suit which covered even the neck and face. The visor was made of see-through hard diamond so even the eye was not exposed.
Diamonds were not as rare as the greedy merchants with a monopoly wanted us to believe.
A set of waterproof wires linked the user's every nerve to the suit's interface allowing the wearer to manoeuvre their armour with all the knack and precision of their unclothed self that went stark naked.
Unlike an Evangelion, the suit had no mind or living will of its own.
The user had full control and did not risk losing their free will, even if the system should short circuit.
There was certainly none of that dummy plug nonsense.
We considered using a robotic workforce but decided against it.
For a robot's efficiency was determined by its sentience and a sentient robot would demand just as much compensation as a human being.
We simply accepted the hard fact that Montezuma of the Aztecs and Trajan of the Roman empire got it right when they kept their troops well fed and entertained.
Each one of our fighters went into battle dreading the prospect of death and killing, and prepared to risk everything if it meant others would not have to experience the same pain and hardship, they were now selflessly putting themselves into.
If even one life could be saved.
We made certain to congratulate each and every one for their courage and skill, even if they had done little but stand weeping in a corner.
No contribution, however small, remained without reward in Squid girl's kingdom and first home base.
The base from which she would proceed to inkvade mankind.
Ponyo as per my agreement with her, was sent home safely to her anxiously waiting human husband Sosuke and his endearing mother Lisa.
She soon returned with a shoal of fish people who spread throughout the now slowly recovering Japan.
Soon humans would have to learn that they were not the only creature that had obtained sapience and would need to learn to share the planet.
Anemone left to look for her friends Renton and Eureka.
It had only been under a month but under squid girl's leadership, Japan had made a wise use of that time. I could tell that the rest of NERV even without Gendo at its seat of power, would not take so kindly to our increased presence however.
They say that kids were dumber than adults.
But what about the adults who spent their life buried away in their twisted fantasies, and the kids who'd seen the cold, harsh reality as well as the endless joy life had to offer.
They say that those without a degree were stupid.
But what about the people who taught themselves?
When Gendo took NERV for himself, he neglected to spend any more time on research, NERV's purpose of founding.
Soon Naoko and Yui's new cybernetic bodies would be ready.
I intended for them to be flawless to a finish, that helped them see that there was no difference between man and machine so long as they still had their free will intact.
I weep a manly tear of joy at Shinji's eventual reaction to see his mother alive and well
Soon Shinji. Soon.
Ritsuko POV
The wind valley is a heaven on Earth.
So many specimens of plant and animalia for me to spend years studying.
The fresh air that remains clean while the surrounding forests become more toxic with each passing day. The indescribably useful minerals that the wind valley trades with its nearby neighbour, Iron town in return for its medicinal herbs.
I had never felt so proud in my life to be there for my daughter Rei for once in her life instead of trying to selfishly hurt her as I had been doing for so long. I remember how the small group of attending guests passionately clapped as Shinji and Rei finished their binding vows and traded two exquisite rings princess Nausicaa, and her prince Asbel who had returned just so he could catch this beautiful union himself, gifted them from the royal treasury.
How I bashed my hands together so hard that they reddened as for one of the few rare times in my life, I dropped all reason to let my weeps of sentimentality flow freely.
How in spite of my tears blurring my vision, I managed to catch the bunch of flowers that were soon tossed in my direction and to hold it proudly up for everyone to see.
Again, I ran to hug the kind-hearted girl that I'd spent so long pointlessly hating upon through no fault of her own, and again she did nothing to stop me.
It was not too late for me to not fail her again.
I was so glad that Rei could be revived to see this day.
There were still moments of tense silence between us, but through repeated efforts, I was able to convince Rei to spend the little time she wasn't doting on her new husband to try and talk with me as well as we were able.
I told her the truth. The whole truth about her origins, plain and unembellished.
She was relieved of my honesty and seemed to take it as a sign that I truly repented my past mistakes.
I explained that I had grown up without my mother's love even though I did have a biogical mother growing up. While it was true that she was busy with her scientific studies, I could not wholly tolerate how neglectful my mother had been to me and Maya in her youth.
My time with Maya was a brighter spot in my mostly sad life story I felt necessary to share now that I had completely turned over a new leaf with Rei.
It was hard at first but we both extended ourselves, doing the best we could.
Sometimes we said nothing and were content just to look each other in the eyes with eyes no longer blinded by hatred and self-pity.
I felt a sharp throng of acute angina in my chest the day that Rei first called me "mom".
It hit me right in the feels where it hurt most. I couldn't even cry.
Finally, it was all over.
I was no longer blinded by my petty anger and I could see the world clearly once more.
Rei wasn't an orphan any more. I made certain of that.
I knew the instant I heard Rei call me mother, that my life expectancy had been slashed drastically.
For if at this very second a bullet was to come soaring in the direction of the blue haired child of innocence, I could no longer dive away as I once could.
I could no longer run and hide the day NERV and SEELE sent fresh assassins to recapture her for her original diabolical purpose she now had every objection possible towards.
My time with Maya was as sweet as I imagined it would be.
I often let her sit with me and Rei as a way of letting her know that at least not everyone found me distrustful.
That we were all going to be as functional a family as humanly possible after all we'd been through.
Me and Maya never exchanged rings nor made vows.
But we didn't need to. We had watched each other's backs throughout childhood and into our adult years, while joining NERV specifically to avoid separating from each other, and that was enough for the two of us.
A month wasn't a very long time. But it was enough to let my previously trimmed mop of blonde dyed hair, grow up to a little beyond my shoulder where I decided this was a good length which would not get in the way of my work while expressing my pride in my newfound liberty.
I chose to keep the blonde dye. Maya, Shinji and Mari already had wholesome brown hair and frankly, I liked the way my differentiating hair colour helped distinguish me from them.
Without Gendo to look over my shoulder, I could finally practice my sciences at my own leisure and remember the real reason why I chose to become his scientist in the first place.
To answer questions and to give the answers I found to everyone else.
NERV and SEELE were hoarding their research for themselves and I detested that, even without them trying to take over the world as they secretly were.
You can't take over the world because you can't own a human being. A human being is a sapient, thinking organism that is not owned under any circumstances.
Trying to possess a person is like trying to catch air with your bare hands. It just won't happen.
SEELE want to be gods. But they forget that the first purpose of godhood is to help those under them rise to their same level of power.
The first rule of god which I was fortunate enough to learn during the one Sunday school session I chose to attend with Misato when we were still friends, is that you cannot interfere with free will.
Instrumentality aims to do just that.
Imagine eating nothing but German sausage all day, every day.
That is the hell you'd be living through if Germany invaded the entire world instead of just most of it.
You don't like Japan, Asuka?
Go back to Germany but don't try to force your opinions on anyone else. World war 2 ended long ago so to continue your outrageous farce of violence is just ridiculous.
Rei POV
"What is love?" I absentmindedly ask as I give the love of my life a loving caress on both his cheeks, one at a time. His skin still feels so soft and lovely. Though had we not left Tokyo 3 when we did, it would still be riddled with horrific bruises and cuts. Just one more of the advantages of not having to live with Misato and Asuka any longer while having me to give company to him in their stead.
"Baby don't hurt me. Don't hurt me, no more."
A much happier and far less suicidal Shinji blissfully replies, from his place beside me with his head on my shoulder.
He returns the favour with a delicate fondle of my magnificently grown out locks of blue that now stretch all the way down to my waist.
It took an entire month of constantly remembering to apply a special repairing shampoo and a lot of patience in learning how to keep it neat and pretty after a lifetime of going with it cropped.
I claimed it was because it made piloting my Evangelion easier. But in reality, my creator simply beat me if I didn't keep it short and ugly as he wanted me to.
He did not want me drawing undue attention from anyone except Shinji.
That, and a photo of his wife Yui I once caught sight of depicted her with a bob that didn't even reach to her chin. I wasn't Yui. I was Rei.
I had some of Yui's genes but my thoughts and opinions are unique to me and me alone.
If I was Yui, then my relationship with Shinji would be incest. Whilst I had no particular aversion to that, I was still glad that I was not directly related to Shinji which would have made pursuing him romantically far more difficult.
I had been keeping busy despite this being basically a resting period for us to recover from the horrors NERV put us through.
I became the greatest fry cook that the wind valley kitchen had seen in quite an age before deciding after burning my finger on the stove a few times, that cooking was best left to Shinji as his calling card.
After my mother, Dr Akagi was able to get a computer fully functional, I was able to bond with Shinji, Mari and my other companions in another way I never thought possible in my lifetime.
Through a fun day in front of the digital entertainment system that made up the digital era we had in spite of the impacts moved into.
Although I was forced to be content with only having a small viewer pool on a secure channel obscured from NERV and SEELE's glance, I was still able to gather quite the fanbase by just being myself in my element.
Mari had joined me and we had become even more famous than we already were.
Mari POV
I smirk in bemusement as I sit back to admire once more, the handiwork of myself and my blue haired amigo. Formerly Nami blue but having shed her old namesake to join hearts with the love of her life.
"Hello everybody my name is Mariplier" the me on the computer screen happily announces knowing thousands of internet users who have managed to bypass the worldwide data-tracking devices of totalitarian fascism will soon be joining me before their screens to marvel at the show me and Rei were putting on for their viewing entertainment.
"Top of the morning to you, people. My name is Reisepticeye" Rei even more excitedly introduces herself, leaning her eyes close to the camera to give everyone an in depth look at her abnormally rouge tinted marbles. I had to admit I did not expect her to be so creative in choosing her online persona's title. Her nickname actually accurately described her, while all I had for inspiration in choosing mine were a pair of pliers that just happened to be lying on the desk the day, we decided that as much as we loved our gaming sessions together, so would the bored citizens of the Earth with nothing to do now that NERV had censored almost all non-self-propaganda-based content.
"And today. We are going to be playing. Evangelion: Shinji raising simulator. Now this game came out a while ago and everyone's been giving it really positive reviews, which really makes us happy.
So, we thought as our way of saying thanks, we'd give it a go. I mean. The cover looks nice. The premise hits very close to home and the gameplay from what we've read in the instructions seems extremely engaging." I next narrate as Rei clicks the play button.
The reactions we give off in turn as an hour of gameplay passes, are still enough to make me laugh even now. Video games couldn't make you money unless you programmed them?
That was utter bull.
The secure credit accounts Dr Akagi helped us open had already risen to six figures and showed no sign of slowing any time soon.
They say that watching a fun video couldn't feed you or give you shelter. The two vital things essential to stay alive. Well pray tell.
What was the point of living if there was nothing fun or joyous in life to wake up looking forward towards?
Did Shinji have an easy time getting out of bed when he knew that nothing but another unfairly earned beating from his German roommate and another scathing shouting spree with Misato and his father?
I don't think so. Common sense dictated that burst eardrums and a split skull were not pleasant sentiments for anyone to receive on a daily basis, not even the most valiant hero.
If bread was the first necessity of life, recration was a close second.
People who could not find time for recreation, would one day find time for sickness and depression instead.
The world didn't forget how to fight when the Angels attacked. They neglected entertainment's role in survival, which in turn gave them no reason to fight on.
"That's not what Shinji looks like in real life at all by the way" The virtual me quips.
"Asuka is not nearly as kind or strong as this game would have you believe" Rei adds.
We didn't just play games for the viewing amusement of our quickly growing pool of viewers.
We watched Anime.
"See the problem with Light's way of fixing crime is that he breaks his own laws. You want the criminals to stop killing others when you kill them in cold blood, without so much as showing one bit of mercy?
You hypocrite." Rei angrily ranted when we watched the Death note series.
"Why doesn't grandmaster Kirito just hack the game from outside and let everyone out. He's a master hacker. He doesn't need to play the stupid game and put himself and his friends in pointless danger.
And why does he still play more VR games when they've caused the death of so many girls who he had promised to protect." I scathingly raged during our Sword art online marathon, which we quickly dropped after the first few mind numbingly boring episodes.
Even in entertainment, we could suspend our disbelief but not our entire brain.
Yet grownups claimed you couldn't learn by watching TV. Learning had to be boring to be eduational.
But wasn't it harder to learn when bored than when curious and enthusiastic?
We had such friendly times together being ourselves and recording our reactions to our favourite passions in life, occasionally to be joined by our dear Shinji.
Or Shindewpie as he'd come to be known as in his alter persona, named for his propensity to be easily moved to salted eye dews of sentimentality by the smallest of tragedies, even if they were but staged.
That, and his newfound love for cakes and pies which he managed to develop after being able to access proper food now that he was no longer an abuse victim working a dead-end job.
VR could indeed bring people together but how would a wandering downer never able to be thankful for the many girls he had falling head over heels for him, see any of that?
You did not need a vast fortune to access simple companionship and enjoyment.
I remember when I first found out Gendo was really a bad guy with a simple question in passing.
"Everyone has a number, Mr commander Sir. A number where they can just stop working and enjoy themselves. So with all due respect Mr Sir. What's your number?"
Gendo's response which persuaded me that we should have hightailed for the door long ago?
"More. I need more. My number is more."
I should have grabbed Shinji and Rei right then and there, firmly seat belted them to the backseat of a high-speed sports car and slammed the accelerator down as far is it would go.
"More" was a number that could never be reached. "More" was more than infinity.
Chuck Norris counted to Infinity twice and divided by zero, but he never once got close to more.
Even if Chuck Norris was said to have never cried, I was certain that the disgusting disregard this father of the year presented his two completely obedient offspring would make even that sadist drop a lone tear.
Andrew Ryan and Comstock would shake their head at this new low of a style of parenting.
It felt good not be stuffed in the boiling confines of a killer living robot, that could kill you dead at any second it decided it no longer liked you.
No more stuffy office cubicles and long meetings where nothing was said that we didn't already know.
Just us and the liberty to be our own persons.
We were finally enjoying a long-awaited peace as recompense for the battles we fought in the name of defending humanity.
Sometimes we needed rest.
Though for some reason I couldn't explain, I was beginning to find this blissful existence a little dull.
But that I supposed, was why we needed the rest.
Shinji POV
No more being hit over the head at the drop of a hat.
No more pierced eardrums and crushing insults that cut deeper than a knife.
Now when I did make a mistake, it was pointed out in a polite, respectful and nonvioelnt manner that allowed me to make easy corrections.
I still hit myself when the bad memories of my father, Misato and Asuka get to me but now I have my sister, my waifu and my mother's old friend who fought side by side with her while she was still alive at my side to stop me.
To reassure me constantly with complete sincerity and meaning behind their words.
To listen to me and actually listen. Treating me as a respectable human being worthy of my rights.
My relationship with Rei has gotten more intimate as the last vestiges of fear I had of her faded away.
I'll not bore you with the details of the completely joyful evenings I could never get enough of, and what we did together in the bed we had all to ourselves.
I'll simply tell you that this was heaven on Earth.
Heaven was a place on Earth. This was my heaven.
Hell was also a place on Earth. NERV, my apartment and my father were my personal hells which I would never fully comprehend my own reasons for remaining so long trapped inside.
It wasn't that I never tried to be nice to them. I didn't insult them once except for the one solitary time I completely lost it at my father.
Asuka hit me countless times but I never so much as fired back one rebuke, in either actions or words.
I praised her to high heavens even as I continued to absorb her blows as best I could.
I continued to accord Major Misato with the highest of regards, even as she drunk her face off and her liver sore to vomit repeatedly into the kitchen sink which I had to clean up.
I begged her not to do it but she only took that as a challenge.
But I will take one more look at the wedding photo of myself and Rei in a dark tux and a white gown respectively. I will hear the laughter and cheer of Mari, Maya, Ritsuko and the other foreign attendees of the sweet day where I first knew nirvana.
I will remember my decision from the day I left Tokyo 3, never to walk in anyone's shadow.
Asuka. I'm still sorry. But it seems that you chose to be upset as did many of the superiors who chose to spend their days taking shot after shot at my welfare.
The harshest truth I've ever had to learn and believe me when I say that it still breaks my heart.
Is that some people, are masochists and sadists.
They choose to hurt others because they want to. They choose to be sad because they prefer sadness to gladness. They blame because they want something to blame, even if this will cause themselves eternal torment so long as they live.
They will take your attempts at reaching out to them as a filthy insult, which they have every right to throw back in your face and lick their lips when they taste the delicious scent of your tears.
They prefer to hate me and I will allow them to.
But I will excuse myself for my own sake and those who would benefit most from my presence than them. There is not much I can do when they make the choice to hate me for the sake of hating me.
I will not fight them because I don't want a fight.
Because life is too short for me to waste time on those who do not even want my time.
If I had stayed, perhaps I would have blown another gasket and delivered a scarring insult to someone else. I'm glad I didn't stay to find out.
That I parted with my abusers on relatively good terms.
Sessions were arranged for me to speak with a licensed psychologist who actually possessed the proper qualifications. Naturally, Ritsuko was chosen and Rei was my partner in these sessions.
The combination of caring therapist and loving fellow patient, made my therapy very successful and theraputic.
They never butted in or insulted me, and they clung to my every word without once letting their concentration droop.
I soon came to realize that suffering was not so bad when there were others willing to suffer alongside me. Misery loved a party after all.
But above all else, I was commended for my ability to hold my bitterness to myself for as long as I did and taught to acknowledge that it was my own fortitude willpower that led me to this time of respite.
That I was only able to give my love in the appropriate manner to those who had earned it because I had within myself, a deep self love.
Being able to appreciate fully, the company of others was my reward for lasting so long in the company of myself. The time I spent on my own wasn't wasted. I was simply biding my time until the ideal moment when I would be strong enough to help rather than hinder Rei in her own life and goals, came.
Which begged the questions that I never intended to ask, being as judgemental as it was.
Did Asuka really need the attention of others so badly if she was as strong and determined as she'd have me and everyone else believe?
Could she have not given the same positive affirmations she craved so badly to herself?
Could she not have kept herself company in front of a mirror and through talking to herself as I did during my own lonely years of solitude?
I did not need Rei to survive. Rei did not need me to find a way to cope by herself. But I wanted her to be with me because we brightened each other's lives and completed each other so beautifully with our similarities, but also our differences.
I helped her see that there was more to life than being an EVA pilot. She helped me realize that being a pilot didn't have to be as bad as I thought it had to.
I showed her that she didn't need to always listen to my father when he wasn't fair to her.
She revealed to me that me and him were more similar than I'd like to think, and that unnecessary spite towards dad, would only propel me towards the dark fate which both I and she wanted me to avoid.
He hated me because he blamed me for mum's death.
I was not about to follow in his footsteps and consign myself to an existence of endless bloodlust.
I liked my dad for teaching me how not to treat others if I wanted to be respected myself.
I still thank him daily for his many lessons, gruelling and mysterious as they were.
For the sake of mum, he still has my unending love.
I don't know what happened to Asuka.
I can only pray that she finds peace wherever she ends up.
A few days earlier in a strange moment of unexpectedness, I feel an inexplicable mental tinge as a series of rapidly flicking images flash past my consciousness.
I see the tower of London and the navy, white and red British flag. I hear a high-pitched, frail squeak which I only just manage to make out as "Help me. Find me. Please."
Then a whoosh which reminds me faintly of the slicing of a scythe or some equally pointed farming utensil. Then an incredibly faint blink of the ringed, icy gas giant of the milky way, which by sheer luck I was able to recall from my mostly pointless days at school as the planet, Saturn.
Ironically named the planet of oblivion, despite containing close to the perfect combination of chemicals to be capable of supporting life if not for its freezing coldness.
"Let the Britannic empire rise once more. Remember at all costs, Geass. The code is Geass. CODE GEASS!" I hear in a different, much stronger yet colder drawl as the vision fades to leave me utterly dumbfounded, as I yawn and dress myself before stepping out of the bedroom having gotten a lazy morning.
I find Rei downstairs at the breakfast table, with Mari. Rei slipping an entire large sized double olive, double pepper and mushroom, extra cheesy pizza into her gaping mouth before swallowing in one bite, without the slightest hint of struggle or hiccup.
She detested meat, but cheese was fine. She had developed a pizza fetish just as I developed one for cakes.
When I tell them as clearly as I can about what I had witnessed, their smiles turn to deadly serious frowns.
"We had that vision too" Both of them stumble over each other to reply to me.
Rei nearly coughs up a cheesy chunk in her shock.
Asuka POV
I took shelter in Germany's branch of NERV after trying without success to find the idiot and his idiotic girlfriend for several weeks.
By the time I recovered from my crippling phobia of educational television and got out of the sea, their jet was nowhere in sight.
When I tried to call commander Ikari, he didn't pick up.
Drat.
At least they didn't fire me and claimed that I would be essential for the next part of NERV's plans for total world domination. They even decided that as the sole pilot remaining and being as popular and a big deal as I was in Japan, to make me a warlord of sorts. A wise choice, considering just how fabulous I truly am.
They had thus far hinted that their next big project would be in the ruins of the Brittanic empire,
or England as most called it.
They were still awaiting the details, as was I.
I was supposed to be happy not having to risk my life every day but instead, each relaxing day only added further misery that solidified my burning hatred for the slave boy whose cooking, msssages and Cello playing I had become rather fond of.
It didn't matter how many German bratwursts I scarfed down, in pure desperation.
They could not replace his perfectly concocted homemade delicacies that I was grudgingly forced to admit, I could not live without.
I had also developed a strong aversion for England.
Had it not been for that meddling brown-haired busybody, I may have gotten away with my ownership of Shinji and my cunning plan of neutralizing Rei to ensure no competition.
Germany was far too merciful to their enemy when they invaded.
If it were me, I'd have every last prisoner of war sent straight to der Gaskammer for a deeply comforting sauna session of mouth watering gas.
Ich hasse dich England.
Ich vergesse nicht was du hast fur mich angetan.
Du bist tote, Mari. Makniami Illustrious.
Ich zestoren dich wenn es gab der chance.
Du, und deine mutterland bist meine endlich fiende.
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Evil characters tend not to like change. Like when Zilkstran in Code Geass thought the world was going to be peaceful thanks to Lelouch's hard work, they wanted to make war again, because as a desert country with their most valuable goods being strong soldiers, they thought they were going to be ruined.
But they rarely realize that they need to change.
Girls und Panzer does a very good job showing that even if there are no more wars, the things invented during the wars can be put to good use during peacetime. Tanks are now used to entertain in a non- harmful way while still being very profitable and very fun for everyone taking part.
Did you know the Internet was derived from a device that was designed to launch missiles during world war 2?
Or that the Zeroes used by Japan would later form the backbone for many commercial passenger aircrafts to make Japan a tourist trap that no longer needed to go to war to be rich?
How about that the plating for spaceships that first went into space, is very similar to tank armour?
The great wall of china which draws millions each year, built to keep out the invading Mongols?
All true facts.
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