"In a the year 2170 a work-by-night hacker has just cracked one of Blue Light City's biggest Pokémon trafficking cases. However, when his clandestine activities are revealed to the world, he's forced to go on the run, or risk falling into the clutch...
Hey so, I said I was going to do this back when I started on my journey and I never did, but... this time, I'm going to keep up. Really. Alright, So, today was my first-day l--
Oh, wait. Ugh, I'm so rude. This is my first transmission and we don't even know each other yet. I'm about to tell you all of my deepest thoughts and feelings and you don't even know my name. Sorry. Let's start over.
My name is Teanna. Teanna Black. I'm 19 years old about 5'6", brown eyes. Very cute. You know. You know. But *ahem* really. I'm doing this because my mom always told me to and I never did. She would always go on with "Teanna if you don't record your legacy, no one else will!" and I'm like, legacy? Please. I'm a failed trainer. I have no legacy.
But I'm a Black, and mom always said "Blacks are made for greatness." A part of me believed her. But... well, life is hard, you know? Anyways. I'm rambling.
What was I saying before? Oh, right... I got accepted into the Underground Attic! They are so, so cool. We all have to use code names and we can't even show our faces. We wear these cool digital masks that we can code into whatever designs we want and... I made mine look like angry Pigeot eyes. I know that's lame... but it's so cool!
They're really impressed with my coding and well... now I'm making a little bit of my own Gi! I still need to find a place to live. Stuck to the pods for now. Anyway, I have to shower and sleep. They kick us out of the rooms at like 10 A.M. Talk soon!
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So, maybe bragging to Frenchie wasn't as satisfying as Trev thought it'd be. Instead of the awe-stricken praise he'd hoped to receive, she'd teased him for failing to actually acquire Renée's digits. Still, the way she subtly nibbled at her bottom lip told him that she was still impressed. Afterward, Kofi and Trev retired back to their apartment.
It was a tiny unit on the 37th level of the city in the Kanto Sector. Apartment B116. It wasn't one of the nicest places in the city, considering that most of Blue Light City's power plants and city grid generators were here, but it was living. The air in the area constantly reeked of heavy ozone mixed with military-grade disinfectant from the air recyclers. Ironic, considering their purpose was to cut down on toxic fumes.
Trev was pretty sure that stuff was still cutting their lifespans by 20 years or so, but why complain? No one listened to the cries and pleas of the lower levels. It was tough enough getting the cleansing systems installed in the first place. According to the powers that be, they were lucky to get getting even that.
Trev paid the taxi driver who thanked him for the generous tip, and stepped out of the commercial hovercraft onto the plastcrete walkway that led to his door. Finishing off the drink he'd taken with him from the cafe with a final slurp, he tossed the paper cup over the railing. It swirled in the downdraft, descending several stories before disappearing into the darkness below.
