===Project SEELE: Evangelion===
Disclaimer- In the tradition of every author upon submission of these fictions. I hold no responsibility for the misuse of characters, understanding, and involvement of characters from the NGE series into this work. I do not hold property rights to NGE or association with Gainax. Although any abuse of using or manipulating this work towards use elsewhere, without permission, will be cited by the Writer's Guild of America unless proven otherwise by the court of law. Thank you and come again! ^_^
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He moved beyond his computer laboratory, strewn with wires and tubes with more wires from top to bottom around a central pillar, four big-screen monitors side-by-side hung high for all to view, and two smaller ones for him and some others to operate on a usable level where a keyboard sat just below. He knocked on the outer side of his comrade's cubicle set on the outer boundary from the island that was his computer lab, this set space for scientists were identical to the others on the boundary, setup like a firing range where only the target of success through holographic simulation would greet you beyond your station.
"Your articulation is quite impressive," although she was clearly addressing the young doctor, Kyosato Himura, there was no given expression or attention directed to him other than that remark.
Kyosato gave a half-grin as he looked toward her work, she was the top of her class a few years ago, surpassing Kyosato who was just average in their advanced high school classes. Currently, the doctor, Elana Melina, was calculating the density of armor needing to be used toward equipping on to genetically altered humans. Although she protested genetic alterations, it was entailed in her occupation not to question the work of the government. Since the unification of the world in light of a near disaster a few months earlier, it became ever more difficult for Elana to make any complaints at all about her project. But Kyosato knew she was not the type to speak out when it would only be a waste of her time.
Finally, Elana looked up from her comfy leather seat, shattering Kyosato's calm form with her stunning brown eyes. She looked directly at him with a steady gaze, having no expression still. She broke this mold with that uncommon yet warming smile of hers, "So what's up?"
He hesitated as he always did, his half-smile faded as he tried to draw up the point of why he came to her station. Leaning back against the cubicle wall, he looked away from her then up, hoping to pull some idea from the scant wirings on the steel-plated ceiling. "Hold on, I remembered it."
A minute passed by precisely, depicting on the digital clock at one of the monitor screen's corners, that the time was 10: 26 PM in Shanghai, China. Yes, that is where the facility was located at. Commissioned as a scientific union between China, Japan, and the United States, towards the further research and development of genetics from the unearthed and unknown DNA found within the elements of the earth. A few biblical scholars, especially from the Vatican City in Italy, predicted some catastrophe in the unearthing of these specimens that they claimed to have been the imprisoned forms of Angels. Kyosato wondered why he began to ponder this, but found his thoughts interrupted by Elana.
"Listen, have you heard of this new alliance that's being formed?," Kyosato turned his head back to Elana who seemed to beam from this question.
He shook his head, having no recollection of hearing anything the whole day, but the clicks and beeps from the computer terminal he had been working at beforehand. He found himself much relieved in realizing that he had finally made some human contact after so long.
"There's some talk among the other scientist about a few corporate people banding together," she explained, "You know, like 'Elite Theory'."
"What about Elite Theory?"
"Well, these corporate types are hoping to utilize some of our research and direct the project towards their own ends."
"I could understand their interests in the Nuclear Sciences department," Kyosato folded his arms over his chest, "But interest in the genetic engineering areas could only amount to more useless crap those corporations bust out."
Elana smiled, "Nice diction there, buddy."
He looked down to his pants. "Hmm?"
She chuckled, "You're such a pervert," turning back to her plasma-projected interface glass-monitor, she continued her calculations, "You should get back to work."
"What?," Kyosato gave an innocently shocked look, "No, wait. Don't take it that way! I was just..."
"Up to no good again?," that was Kenneth Reinhardt, friend of both Kyosato and Elana in high school back in the U.S. His specialization was in the Nuclear Sciences area, so seeing him here was rare. Ironically, it was usually him that was up to no good.
"Oh, hello Ken, what's up?," Elana spun around to meet him.
"Anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are?," Ken gave one of his dashing smiles, one given by movie stars or those people who have something to hide. Kyosato always suspected if Ken was warming up to Elana every time he visited their department, but he had to keep his suspicions low, because he had no proof so far other than his incessant flirting with her.
Elana shot Ken an incredulous look, "Whatever," she responded. With that response, she found no other purpose to continue another flirting sessions while she had to do work, so she spun back to continue her calculations.
The blonde hair, blue-eyed scientist draped his arm around Kyosato, guiding him away from the area. "Y'know that Elana is one hot girl. I'm telling you, you should have asked her out in high school."
"I just don't see myself with her, never have, never will. That's all!"
"Even now, your balls haven't dropped or what?," Ken broke away to look at Kyosato with a narrowed eye.
"Just leave the subject," Kyosato sighed.
Ken's attitude perked up again as if shot full of adrenaline- too much adrenaline. "Don't worry buddy, I'll work the strings. You just keep doing as you have for the longest time."
"No!"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Kyosato shrugged it off and left without another word toward his station. He admired Ken's determination in things like hooking people up with others, he was the type that had charm and humor without the flaws of overdoing it. Out of all the best friends Kyosato had in high school, Ken was the only one that managed to pave his way to the same facility. At this point, if anything, Kyosato's approach towards Elana would be kept as a friend since he benefitted more from a friendship than anything more. Sometimes though, he wondered if Elana ever felt the same way in valuing their friendship more than making it more than that.
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The thin piece of glass, that served as a projection surface for the holographic imaging rattled slightly. Elana had finished her calculations and had begun construction of the metal for the armor, based on the composition of elements found within the long shaft found in Antarctica. This shaft twisted perfectly and nearly ended to a point, there seemed to have been an upper part that was severed from it and the alloy in its construction seemed to have been bendable at one point in time without use of fire. This project was handed to her by the upper researchers and archeologists, in hopes that it would be synthesized in time for presentation which was next week.
"What's missing here..." The holographic display brought up a core make-up that outlined a three-dimensional molecular model of the metal. Out of the twelve interlinking bonds of the atoms, three of them blinked red. Slipping on the Virtual-Work Gloves which signaled movement through infrared sensory and relay markers on the glove itself, she began to shift the molecule around, seeing if there was anything to be done to stabilize the imbalanced atomic energy. Going to the side, she tapped a corner on the glass and a menu-bar slide across the left of the interface showing a list of atoms that were available towards this piece.
As though grabbing orbs, she took a couple of atoms from the list and placed them accordingly in some bond relative to her knowledge in this construction. When she got to the point where the atoms stopped flashing, she zoomed out and allowed the molecules to multiply out to a single square foot piece of maroon metal. Removing the gloves from her hands, she clapped them together in satisfaction with her work. The metal was ready for use.
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Plopping himself down to his black leather seat, Kyosato stared at the screen, the dimm horizontal lines rising across his screen entrancing him as he was lost in thought. As he searched himself, his mind, for all the thoughts that brought him back to proper focus, those key elements of his goal and determination, all that welcomed him was more obstructions towards a clarity of mind. Along the way, it hit him.
"Shit! Now I remember..." he rotated his chair away from the monitor and towards Elana's cubicle, "I was suppose to ask her out to-" She was gone.
First, he sighed. Then he leaned forward, propping his elbows onto his knees for support and looked at her cubicle from the hands whose fingers he bridged just under his nose. "Maybe some other time," he said.
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In the corridor unused in the facility, three people met in the light of a cigarette that burned from one of their lips.
"So research is still going on in Antarctica?"
"Of course. Did you think it was all done?"
The one with the cigarette remained silent as the other two conducted the information exchange.
"Look, we have the technology now. The Spear of Longinuss can be restored fully, although when it will be commenced is uncertain."
"Make sure you do it soon. Playing as God is to be perfect in each and every plan. If they find the being who will doom the world to a pre-apocalypse state before we're prepared, then all is lost."
The one with the cigaretted pulled the piece out and dropped it to the metal ground, stomping it out, embers rushing away. The two other men exchanged their disks and the third man finally said, "All is good."
Disclaimer- In the tradition of every author upon submission of these fictions. I hold no responsibility for the misuse of characters, understanding, and involvement of characters from the NGE series into this work. I do not hold property rights to NGE or association with Gainax. Although any abuse of using or manipulating this work towards use elsewhere, without permission, will be cited by the Writer's Guild of America unless proven otherwise by the court of law. Thank you and come again! ^_^
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He moved beyond his computer laboratory, strewn with wires and tubes with more wires from top to bottom around a central pillar, four big-screen monitors side-by-side hung high for all to view, and two smaller ones for him and some others to operate on a usable level where a keyboard sat just below. He knocked on the outer side of his comrade's cubicle set on the outer boundary from the island that was his computer lab, this set space for scientists were identical to the others on the boundary, setup like a firing range where only the target of success through holographic simulation would greet you beyond your station.
"Your articulation is quite impressive," although she was clearly addressing the young doctor, Kyosato Himura, there was no given expression or attention directed to him other than that remark.
Kyosato gave a half-grin as he looked toward her work, she was the top of her class a few years ago, surpassing Kyosato who was just average in their advanced high school classes. Currently, the doctor, Elana Melina, was calculating the density of armor needing to be used toward equipping on to genetically altered humans. Although she protested genetic alterations, it was entailed in her occupation not to question the work of the government. Since the unification of the world in light of a near disaster a few months earlier, it became ever more difficult for Elana to make any complaints at all about her project. But Kyosato knew she was not the type to speak out when it would only be a waste of her time.
Finally, Elana looked up from her comfy leather seat, shattering Kyosato's calm form with her stunning brown eyes. She looked directly at him with a steady gaze, having no expression still. She broke this mold with that uncommon yet warming smile of hers, "So what's up?"
He hesitated as he always did, his half-smile faded as he tried to draw up the point of why he came to her station. Leaning back against the cubicle wall, he looked away from her then up, hoping to pull some idea from the scant wirings on the steel-plated ceiling. "Hold on, I remembered it."
A minute passed by precisely, depicting on the digital clock at one of the monitor screen's corners, that the time was 10: 26 PM in Shanghai, China. Yes, that is where the facility was located at. Commissioned as a scientific union between China, Japan, and the United States, towards the further research and development of genetics from the unearthed and unknown DNA found within the elements of the earth. A few biblical scholars, especially from the Vatican City in Italy, predicted some catastrophe in the unearthing of these specimens that they claimed to have been the imprisoned forms of Angels. Kyosato wondered why he began to ponder this, but found his thoughts interrupted by Elana.
"Listen, have you heard of this new alliance that's being formed?," Kyosato turned his head back to Elana who seemed to beam from this question.
He shook his head, having no recollection of hearing anything the whole day, but the clicks and beeps from the computer terminal he had been working at beforehand. He found himself much relieved in realizing that he had finally made some human contact after so long.
"There's some talk among the other scientist about a few corporate people banding together," she explained, "You know, like 'Elite Theory'."
"What about Elite Theory?"
"Well, these corporate types are hoping to utilize some of our research and direct the project towards their own ends."
"I could understand their interests in the Nuclear Sciences department," Kyosato folded his arms over his chest, "But interest in the genetic engineering areas could only amount to more useless crap those corporations bust out."
Elana smiled, "Nice diction there, buddy."
He looked down to his pants. "Hmm?"
She chuckled, "You're such a pervert," turning back to her plasma-projected interface glass-monitor, she continued her calculations, "You should get back to work."
"What?," Kyosato gave an innocently shocked look, "No, wait. Don't take it that way! I was just..."
"Up to no good again?," that was Kenneth Reinhardt, friend of both Kyosato and Elana in high school back in the U.S. His specialization was in the Nuclear Sciences area, so seeing him here was rare. Ironically, it was usually him that was up to no good.
"Oh, hello Ken, what's up?," Elana spun around to meet him.
"Anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are?," Ken gave one of his dashing smiles, one given by movie stars or those people who have something to hide. Kyosato always suspected if Ken was warming up to Elana every time he visited their department, but he had to keep his suspicions low, because he had no proof so far other than his incessant flirting with her.
Elana shot Ken an incredulous look, "Whatever," she responded. With that response, she found no other purpose to continue another flirting sessions while she had to do work, so she spun back to continue her calculations.
The blonde hair, blue-eyed scientist draped his arm around Kyosato, guiding him away from the area. "Y'know that Elana is one hot girl. I'm telling you, you should have asked her out in high school."
"I just don't see myself with her, never have, never will. That's all!"
"Even now, your balls haven't dropped or what?," Ken broke away to look at Kyosato with a narrowed eye.
"Just leave the subject," Kyosato sighed.
Ken's attitude perked up again as if shot full of adrenaline- too much adrenaline. "Don't worry buddy, I'll work the strings. You just keep doing as you have for the longest time."
"No!"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Kyosato shrugged it off and left without another word toward his station. He admired Ken's determination in things like hooking people up with others, he was the type that had charm and humor without the flaws of overdoing it. Out of all the best friends Kyosato had in high school, Ken was the only one that managed to pave his way to the same facility. At this point, if anything, Kyosato's approach towards Elana would be kept as a friend since he benefitted more from a friendship than anything more. Sometimes though, he wondered if Elana ever felt the same way in valuing their friendship more than making it more than that.
---
.
The thin piece of glass, that served as a projection surface for the holographic imaging rattled slightly. Elana had finished her calculations and had begun construction of the metal for the armor, based on the composition of elements found within the long shaft found in Antarctica. This shaft twisted perfectly and nearly ended to a point, there seemed to have been an upper part that was severed from it and the alloy in its construction seemed to have been bendable at one point in time without use of fire. This project was handed to her by the upper researchers and archeologists, in hopes that it would be synthesized in time for presentation which was next week.
"What's missing here..." The holographic display brought up a core make-up that outlined a three-dimensional molecular model of the metal. Out of the twelve interlinking bonds of the atoms, three of them blinked red. Slipping on the Virtual-Work Gloves which signaled movement through infrared sensory and relay markers on the glove itself, she began to shift the molecule around, seeing if there was anything to be done to stabilize the imbalanced atomic energy. Going to the side, she tapped a corner on the glass and a menu-bar slide across the left of the interface showing a list of atoms that were available towards this piece.
As though grabbing orbs, she took a couple of atoms from the list and placed them accordingly in some bond relative to her knowledge in this construction. When she got to the point where the atoms stopped flashing, she zoomed out and allowed the molecules to multiply out to a single square foot piece of maroon metal. Removing the gloves from her hands, she clapped them together in satisfaction with her work. The metal was ready for use.
---
.
Plopping himself down to his black leather seat, Kyosato stared at the screen, the dimm horizontal lines rising across his screen entrancing him as he was lost in thought. As he searched himself, his mind, for all the thoughts that brought him back to proper focus, those key elements of his goal and determination, all that welcomed him was more obstructions towards a clarity of mind. Along the way, it hit him.
"Shit! Now I remember..." he rotated his chair away from the monitor and towards Elana's cubicle, "I was suppose to ask her out to-" She was gone.
First, he sighed. Then he leaned forward, propping his elbows onto his knees for support and looked at her cubicle from the hands whose fingers he bridged just under his nose. "Maybe some other time," he said.
---
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In the corridor unused in the facility, three people met in the light of a cigarette that burned from one of their lips.
"So research is still going on in Antarctica?"
"Of course. Did you think it was all done?"
The one with the cigarette remained silent as the other two conducted the information exchange.
"Look, we have the technology now. The Spear of Longinuss can be restored fully, although when it will be commenced is uncertain."
"Make sure you do it soon. Playing as God is to be perfect in each and every plan. If they find the being who will doom the world to a pre-apocalypse state before we're prepared, then all is lost."
The one with the cigaretted pulled the piece out and dropped it to the metal ground, stomping it out, embers rushing away. The two other men exchanged their disks and the third man finally said, "All is good."