Case File Number One: Tokyo-Three NERV Facility

This is Doctor Wesley McPhearson, age thirty-three, from London, England. I am a DClinPsych, graduated from Oxford in the year two thousand and six. Mainly specializing in child psychiatry. Co-opted by NERV to provide therapy to their pilots, all of whom are in between the ages of thirteen and fifteen. I have now been sent to Tokyo-Three the current headquarters for NERV, to do an evaluation on their current pilot, fourteen-year-old, let me see here...

(sound of papers rustling)

fourteen-year-old...Rei Aya...A-ya-na-mi, yes, there we go. Apologies, Japanese names are still...a bit of a tongue twister for me...

(clears throat)

My Japanese is fair at best, good enough to converse with, but I hope no one expects me to recite Yotsuya Kaiden in its entirety, otherwise I'm going to be in for a rough time. As it stands, I'll be struggling to keep up with those who speak it as a first language. I'm sure once you give me a few weeks of speaking it regularly, I will speak it well enough to keep afloat. That's the hope, at the least.

I have been called in as a favor to the NERV commander, Gendo Ikari, after his designated pilot suffered an accident during a training exercise, when the large mechanized robot she was piloting-the, uh...

(more paper rustling)

designated Evangelion Unit Zero, or simply EVA Unit Zero- went berserk and she was haphazardly ejected. I'm to do analysis on her during her recovery period and then stand-by for further instructions.

I am cleared to know about the EVAs, and about what exactly the EVAs are designed to do...or to more accurately put it, what they are designed to combat against. But that is the limit of my clearance. I have access to most of the facilities in the base, but the basement facilities, the areas where the EVAs themselves are kept, and the computer core room are off limits to me. Which is all fine and good by me; the less I know of the larger going-ons of this company, the better off I imagine I shall be for it.

As a way of keeping a record of this case, as well as keeping my own head clear, I have elected to keep a pocket tape recorder to document my thoughts and my analysis. Alternatively, I suppose I could have kept a notebook or a computer document instead, but I do enough writing by hand during my work hours, and to be frank, the idea of being able to record my words and then play them back later has always helped me collect my thoughts easier. It worked during exams and it's worked on past cases, so I imagine it shall work here, so long as my tapes don't fall into the wrong hands.

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If I may be truthful, if only to this recording, I feel I may not be completely qualified to undertake this particular case. My own work thus far has been providing therapy for parental abuse victims and patients who have suffered deaths in their personal lives, and while I have undertaken several highly stressful cases, none of them have involved soldiers... which is, when all is said and done, what I'm working with here. Doctor Steinman, my mentor, would be the more suited candidate for this task, not only for his remarkable work during the 1991 Persian Gulf War, but also for his outstanding handling of survivors from the Second Impact and helping them come to terms with their experiences during that terribly traumatic event.

All that, and also for the added bonus that he speaks Japanese so fluently that, aside from his skin tone, one could almost mistake him for a native.

But we all have our places in life, and his is in Canada, trying to maintain a clinic for survivors living in harsh conditions there. So the NERV request goes to me, and I shall perform my duties to the best of my abilities.

Now, let's see...I feel like I should be give this recorder a name. Not so much to name an inanimate object, moreso to feel like I am actually speaking to someone instead of my own shadow. It's the thought that counts, I dare say.

But what to call you...Ian? No no, that won't do. Barbara? Ah, ridiculous...

Katelyn. Yes, that is it. Katie. After my old, dear departed friend. Of course. Yes, perfect.

Well then, Katie, I suppose we should get some sleep.

Tomorrow, the real work begins.

End recording...which is how I imagine I will end these recordings, just by simply saying that. So...end recording.