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Evangelion Microchips Pt 3	By : Wendell Urth Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 4001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Day 31:
Shinji and Asuka drowsed naked in their LCL tubes. This wasn’t the lab where they usually were tested, it was unavailable for some reason, but there were more LCL tubes in the NERV Clean Room. The sync test could be conducted there as well.
Music and taped programing didn’t much interest them. Misato sat at Ritsuko’s desk, trying to concentrate on a budget report, reading the same line over and over. The sync test was scheduled for 4 more hours, then discussion of the new weapons and tactics under review and two days in the field simulating battle conditions. “Another three-day weekend, shot to shit.” Misato complained.
Ritsuko laughed. The three would remember things pretty much exactly as Misato indicated. None of it after the next five minutes would be true. Misato wasn’t aware of falling asleep mid-sentence.
The Doctor and Maya removed Asuka from her tube, placed her in restraints and reinserted her. She never woke up. The two then stripped Misato and placed her in an adjoining tube and filled it with LCL. This had not been required since the original surgery to implant the chips in her skull, but was necessary now. The two scientists then dressed in hazmat suits, checked each other’s oxygen supply and confirmed the suit seals. Air was sucked from the chamber and replaced and the room sealed. Clean room conditions would apply for the next part.
Maya reluctantly removed a hermetically sealed container from a vacuum sealed cabinet. The container was marked with Hazardous Material warning labels. They placed the container in a special sterile plastiglass container and Maya, using robot arms, opened the original container. There was an audible “snick” as the vacuum seal was broken.
Dr. Akagi watched hungrily as the item was carefully removed. It was twenty-two inch long fleshy tube, eight inches in circumference, a pale yellow white with brown markings. One end of the tube ended in a fattened mushroom shaped head. The other end was attached to two egg shaped objects.
It was dick, a huge pale dildo with two testicles. One smooth and the size of a fist, the other three times as large and a mottled red and black coating. It looked like an infected testicle, some horrible unknown form of testicular cancer.
It also resembled some form of turnip.
A prehistoric infected mutant turnip dildo from outer space?
It was none of these things... except may prehistoric.
Not a dick, not a dildo. Not even a turnip, though in some ways it resembled all of these things in an obscene way. In fact, 14 million years ago it was a rather innocuous mushroom. Then came the ice, then came Second Impact. It was still a mushroom, a fungus. And not so innocuous anymore.
Maya maneuvered a collection vial over the distended “testicle” and stopped. Of course, it wasn’t a testicle, it was a spore sac and it was ready to burst. It disgusted her but as a scientist, she needed to take a clinical approach to a dangerous specimen, no matter what it looked like.
“Begin harvesting the sample, Lieutenant Ibuki. 100 cc’s should be sufficient.”
“Ma’am? That’s.. that’s just… why so much, 15 cc’s should be more than sufficient…?” Maya plaintively asked. It was hard to read emotion through the audio channel in the hazmat suit. But it was clear to Ritsuko she was upset.
“As I said, Maya, begin harvesting the sample, 100 cc’s please. Maya began to shake her head, barely noticeable through the bulky helmet… but Ritsuko noticed. A few code phrases were spoken and Maya obeyed the chip in her head. “Of course, 100 cc’s were needed… Of course.” Her objections were noted and ignored. 85%, the Portable Conscience

Day 31 Continued:
Misato Katsuragi: Superb tactician, exceptional military and security skills. Dedicated to the point of tenaciousness. Motivated. Intelligent. Passionate. Aggressive. Decisive… when sober. When not involved with a man.
Men: Her relationships all began the same. Falling desperately in love, sex was the icing on the cake. If anything, her skills were magnified when she was in love and “all sexed up”. Sex brought out hidden depths to her talents. She was at her best when she was well fucked.
But then, inevitably the men disappointed her. She became needy, clinging… stupid. She became dependent on the men in her life. Eventually they left… or she drove them away. Depression. Alcoholism. Deeper depression.
“She becomes boring.” At least that’s how Ritsuko saw her. Eventually she’d hit bottom, snap out of it, struggle back to her higher levels of effectiveness. She’d swear off men forever!
Forever…
For a while. Then the cycle would repeat again.
Love. Sex. Peak efficiency. Need. Rejection. Depression. Alcoholism. Deep depression, then the long slow climb back up, swearing “Never again!” until the next time.
She was Ritsuko’s friend.
Ritsuko had never had a friend before, never felt the need. She didn’t consider herself lonely. People were… beneath her… they weren’t really ‘people’; not like she was. Other ‘people’ are tools or obstacles. They can help or they can hinder. They can be used or they can be destroyed.
At first, Misato interested her as the only living survivor of the Katsuragi Expedition which had triggered Second Impact. She was something unusual in Ritsuko’s life. She might be a useful tool in her research. But the young dark-haired woman was an interesting person in spite of her history, that was rare. She was fun. That was very unusual for the young Ritsuko.
And someplace deep in Misato’s soul, was a tiny blip of cruelty. It manifested itself in her desire to see justice done. To be a champion of good against evil. Ritsuko didn’t believe in good and evil. Misato just wanted to punish people, people who did her wrong. Men who betrayed her.
But Ritsuko saw that as an excuse, a way to hide the hidden treasure in her soul.
Cruelty.
Cruelty was hot. Cruelty was attractive.
“It was Misato’s best feature,” Ritsuko mused.
Daddy issues: Misato had been her father’s unwilling lover (was it unwilling, Ritsuko wasn’t so sure) and was 6 weeks pregnant at the time of the Katsuragi Expedition. No man was ever going to measure up to dear old dad. But maybe a teenage boy who would never disappoint her in bed… on the floor… against the wall… might.
Somehow, Ritsuko came to value her friendship. “Someday,” she promised herself, she would “fix her only friend.” The chips she had surgically implanted in her friend’s skull was the “fix” …or the beginning of one.
“But why just fix something when you can make it better?”
For Ritsuko taking things apart was fun. Putting things back together and making it run differently was more fun. Reassembling Misato Katsuragi and her team was the most fun she had ever had!

Shinji Ikari: Low self-esteem, really almost no self-esteem, no self-confidence. Shy. Complaint. Easily lead. And there was a rage in him that scared him so much that he feared that expressing his anger would lead him to kill everyone in sight.
Daddy issues too, abandonment, rejection.
Surrounded by beautiful women, he would never make a move. No matter how willing they were, no matter how hard they might try to seduce him, he would never believe he was good enough. The only way he could unleash his repressed sexual desires would be to give in to his rage. Sex and rage were the same thing for him.
“It would be tragic, if it wasn’t so funny,” Ritsuko thought.
It was too bad. He had a lot of good qualities, talented musician, loyalty, intelligence, bravery (though he believed he was a coward). A pacifist forced into combat. He was a boy of many parts. He was eager to please, it was nearly an obsession.
Ritsuko didn’t have much sympathy for him. But he could be a useful tool.
As a combat soldier he was middling, really only a little better than Eva fodder. When he let his rage go, he became a berserker. Not a desirable trait in a combat warrior. Berserkers didn’t fight with skill or intelligence; they’d destroy everything in their path until they in turn are destroyed. No discipline.
Shinji was a defective tool. Usually she had defective tools destroyed… but sometimes they could be reforged, reshaped into usefulness.
Ritsuko thought Misato could teach the boy a lot of things. She could teach him discipline and the joy of cruelty, if only she could learn not to suppress it in herself. In turn, that boy could be the key to unlock Misato’s hidden talents.
They needed a lynchpin:
Lynchpin, noun: a pin passed through the end of an axle to keep a wheel in position.
If Shinji was the axle Misato was the wheel, then Asuka would be their…

Asuka Langley Soryu: Daddy and Mommy issues up the proverbial wazoo!
Aggressive… but guess what that aggressiveness hides?
Most people go through life never being discovered in a sexual situation or being caught masturbating. That can be for one of two reasons. Either they are shy, careful of their privacy to avoid embarrassment… or they never, ever touch themselves or allow another person to intimately touch them.
Guess which one applies to Asuka?
She gets love letters at school, confession notes, valentine cards. They can be found on the floor outside her locker, ground into the linoleum with her shoe print. Presents, candy, chocolates are crushed and left in the trash. She strikes out at any who casually suggest a date or private meeting.
She chases after an older man, Ryoji-san. She encourages her schoolmates to believe she is having an affair with him or is about to have one. She knows Kaji would never touch her, but it scares away many of the boys who would otherwise pursue her. Adds to her reputation as well. A reputation that is a lie, a cover.
Kanji-san is her ‘beard’. Normally ‘a beard’ is a person who is used as a coverup for another's homosexuality. Asuka is not homosexual. She is not Trans or Bi.
She has never touched herself. The idea of sexual pleasure was alien to her nature. She is disgusted by her sexuality. She flaunts herself, but it is a lie to distract others from the truth.
The closest definition would be Asexual, but not fully that either. She does have sexual attraction to men and boys. But there is something in the way of her fulfilling that.
She has a phobia about sex. More than that, she has a deep-seated psychological dread of intimacy, touching or love. The only thing she dreaded more was having her secret exposed, for someone to discover her rejection of love… intimacy… touch.
The very idea of sex makes her sick to her stomach. Violently ill.
The cause? “Maybe it has something to do with her mother’s suicide in front of her as a child. Her father’s aloofness? Maybe not.” Ritsuko isn’t really concerned with the deep-rooted psychological trauma that lead Asuka to her rejection of love. The genius scientist is only concerned with how it affects her suitability as a combat Eva pilot.
And more importantly, how she can use Asuka’s condition.
Ritsuko had a good laugh, “Shinji and Asuka were the perfect virgin couple. He wouldn’t dare touch a woman; she wouldn’t allow herself to be touched.” It was hilarious.

Misato’s hidden cruelty
Shinji’s hidden rage
Asuka’s hidden loathing.
Ritsuko took the three of them apart and put them back together with chips in their heads and programming which connected them.
Now she was going to use her prehistoric infected mutant turnip dildo from outer space to “fix” them. And it would give her the tool she needed to remove the other obstacles in her way. She’d never have to worry about funding cuts from small minded bureaucrats again.

Maya added 5 cc’ of the spores into the tanks where the naked Shinji and Misato rested. Ritsuko and Maya observed the effects, the spores in the LCL began to change shape under magnification, cilia emerged, they stopped random movement and began to drift, then swim towards the sleepers. They paused, then congregated by the ears, eyes, noses and then penis, vagina and anuses.
There were puzzled looks on the sleepers faces, then suddenly the two gasped, began to inhale and drink in and expel huge amounts of the spore laced LCL. A shocked Maya, monitoring her instruments, “My God, they’re orgasming.” Shinji rolled on his side as his massive erection began banging on the glass of the LCL tube. Was it trying to escape? Misato turned on her opposite side, her heavy labia lips pressed up against the glass. Were they trying to fuck each other through their tubes. Maya wouldn’t have been surprised.
Ritsuko, “Look at their heartrates, brainwaves.”
“Complete synchronization?”
“Not just that. Look at L7 and H8, Misato’s pattern is overlaying Shinji, then Shinji’s is feeding back to Misato’s.”
After a few minutes, the two seemed to return to normal. The spores in the LCL tank were gone, absorbed by the sleepers. Ritsuko noted that there were new bands of communication between Misato and Shinji. Psychic pathways at the cellular level that had never existed in humans before.
It was good, but wasn’t enough to satisfy Dr. Akagi.

She could have cured Asuka… well, not cured. A cure would take years of intensive psychotherapy and results were always in doubt. But based on the chip and programming, Asuka could have been instructed to ignore the revulsion she had toward sex and intimacy. She could have had a relatively normal sex life… if that was what the Doctor wanted for her.
“But where would be the fun in that?”
Maya spoke up. “Five cc’s for pilot Soryu.” She had already prepared syringe, that was the dosage previously agreed to.”
“I don’t think so, Maya,” considering for the moment.
“Ten cc’s Ma’am? That’s beyond the recognized…”
She was cut off. “Fifty cc’s. Direct injection.”
Mayas gasp was clearly audible through the hazmat helmet. “No, you can’t, she won’t even react like a human…”
“Prepare for direct injection… or step away.”
“Please. Doctor Akagi… Ritsuko, you can’t…”
“Step away.” It was a command. Maya still resisted. She cried; it was a wail. “Please, no Ritsuko!”
Ritsuko sighed and spoke the control words. Maya settled down, though she seemed somewhat confused. “That was ten cc’s, Ma’am?”
“Fifty…No, let’s make it sixty cc’s, direct injection.”
“Yes, ma’am sixty cc’s direct injection to pilot Soryu.”
Ritsuko mused. Maya was outliving her usefulness. If this experiment worked as expected, then she could safely have her replaced… eventually. It bothered the scientist that there was a limit to the number of people who could be chipped together. It really rankled that a genius like her could only control two individuals, no more than an idiot like her friend Misato. It was something that she needed to look into once things with the Angels settled down.
She wouldn’t need a Portable Conscience at that point… or any kind of conscience. Ritsuko didn’t want to run NERV or SEELE, she just wanted them to leave her alone. They were a necessary evil. The gave wonderful toys to play with and mentally challenging puzzles to solve. Once she got rid of the restrictions and bureaucrats… the obstacles, then she wouldn’t have to worry about War Crime Tribunals and alike.
She chuckled to herself. Kaji had already located a delicious little eleven-year-old poly-math genius who was being trained as the perfect assistant. The girl’s parents had objected to their child being taken… on religious grounds, “Of all things!” Well, the child was an orphan now… better off that way. “Tragic accident, though!” she smirked. “The murderer was never caught… He never is!”
Maya had arranged the training, oversaw the child’s progress and then promptly forgot about it as instructed.
It would be a few years before she was ready to be chipped and replace Maya by her side, at her feet (literally). Ritsuko looked forward to the day… She imagined Kaji’s hands around Maya’s throat. Squeezing slowly and seeing through Kaji’s eyes Maya staring back at him, all the while life slipping away from Maya, and Ritsuko would feel every last moment. Maya was a believer in Heaven and Hell, still after all these years enslaved to Ritsuko through the chip in her head, she believed. It was a powerful belief that impressed the Doctor. When the life finally slipped from Maya, would Ritsuko see the Heaven or Hell her assistant would be assigned to? She sighed, “Probably not.”
She’d looked into the eyes of a lot of the dead and dying and never saw anything. She had looked at her mother’s eyes when she had thrown herself off the platform. In the moment of death there had been nothing there. Still, the scientist in Ritsuko kept an open mind.

Sixty cc’s of the spores were injected remotely into Asuka’s veins. The shock to her system was immediate! She nearly burst out of the restraints she had been placed into before reentry into the LCL tube. She screamed, even through the thick glass and liquid, her wail was piercing! Inhuman. It was painful to hear.
Pain, disgust, anger. Desire, need, lust.
Asuka’s brain was laid bare and reprogrammed.
“Shinji! Oh, sweet Kami, I need him.” / “I hate him, I hate him, don’t let him touch me.”
“I neeeeed him inside meee!”/ “Keeeeep him away from meee!
“I love him” / “I hate him”
“I need his huge cock in my cunt. My cunt, my dirty sexy cunt.” / “Rape, rapist, he destroys me. Don’t let him touch me. I hate my body, sickness”
“I want to suck his cock, deep in my throat, his sweet cum in my belly” / “He is a disease, he is foulness. Never touch me, burn my throat out first. I want to die”
“Fuck my ass, make it bleed.”/ “Foul, putrid, sickness. Sick, sick, sick.”
“Make it hurt!” / “Stop the pain!”
“Fuck me to death!” / “Kill me but don’t touch me!”
This went on and on for hours. It would have driven the girl insane, except that her struggles were being observed. A psychic channel was open to Misato. She approved of the struggle. Sex and Death! It gave Misato such pleasure to feel Asuka’s pain. It gave Shinji such a thrill to feel Misato’s pleasure. All he needed to do was fuck Asuka without mercy. She wanted it, she needed it, she hated it. Amplified.

Asuka was still a virgin, well, technically not. When first assigned to NERV Japan, as part of her medical exam, a small useless piece of flesh was surgically removed. It wasn’t needed and might interfere with combat. Somehow Ritsuko neglected the anesthetic… Somehow. Asuka stood up well to the pain.
She’d never been fucked or wanted to be. Not until now. That’s all she wanted.
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