The Dark Side of Kanto

Chapter 1 Omega

                Where… am I?  This… this is not the same.  Was everything before… just a dream?  …why…

                Where I am, it is warm and wet.  The occasional bubble rises before me as I slowly open my eyes.  My vision is blurred, but I can see them; mysterious forms, just outside, watching me.  Who are they?  What do they want?  Why are they here?  Why am I here?  Who am I?  Then, I hear a voice.  Muffled, but as the same time, crystal clear.

                “Doctor!” one voice says.  “Look at this!”

                “What?” another says.

                “Its brain waves,” the first says.  “They’re surging!”

                The figures move about, gathering together.  They speak to each other, their voices clashing into a massive cacophony, but within my mind, I hear each one separately and clearly.  Those voices… they are outside… where I must be.  I must get out.  I must be free.  I must…

                Suddenly, the glass around me begins to crack.  The cracks spread around me and finally, the glass shatters.  The warm fluid enveloping me spills on the floor and suddenly, I am very cold.  This room, these creature’s stares… all cold.  I look around.  The room is filled with various vats, filled with what I assume to be the same fluid I was once floating in.  Many computer terminals lined the walls.  The most disturbing thing in the room is the cage, near the back, filled with weird pinkish grey blobs.  They move about in the cage, clearly restless over my emergence.  I sense a kind of kinship toward these creatures, like we share some sort of biological bond.  But why?

                The creatures before me, these… humans; they freeze in horror, watching me.  For what feels like eternity, silence befalls the room, all eyes on me, waiting to see what I do.  I merely sit there, watching them back.  What will they do?

                Finally, one of them speaks.  “Radio Giovanni’s helicopter!  Tell him what’s happened!”

                “Quiet!” another says.  “Let us hear its psychic powers!”

                I look up at the one who referenced me.  He appears to be aged, with a beard, wearing glasses and a white coat.  He looks at me eagerly, awaiting for me to react.  *Psychic… powers?* I respond.  I notice I have no need to speak like they do.  They seem to use muscles in their throat and project the sound through their mouths.  I project my voice through my mind.  I think I like my way better.  Their way seems so… primitive.

                “For years, we struggled,” the man starts, “to successfully clone a Pokémon to prove our theories, but you’re the first specimen to survive.”  He gestures to a photograph hanging on the wall.  “That is Mew, the rarest of all Pokémon.  From within its womb, we created you; Mewtwo!”

                I look at the picture.  It features a small white creature.  It has a large head with big eyes, small body, long tail.  This human says it is called “Mew”.  He also says I was created within this Mew’s womb?  What could this mean?

                *Mew… two?* I ask.  *Am I only a copy?  Nothing but Mew’s shadow?*

                The human smiles.  “You are greater than Mew!” he explains excitedly.  “Improved through the power of human ingenuity!  We used the most advanced techniques to develop your awesome psychic powers!”

                A specimen… nothing more than a science experiment.  Is that what I am?  What does this mean for me?  Every human here seems excited by these words.  For me, however, these words fill me with despair.  Am I not a living being?  Surely, I am.  A phrase comes to me.  Where it came from, I do not know, but they are strong words, vivid in my memory: life is wonderful.  I clearly remember these words, but have no recollection of their origin.  Life is wonderful… but why?  Do these humans even care about my life?  I decide to test them.