Someone. He was searching for someone, to whom though? He didn't know, but he was.
The existence of ultra wormholes, wormholes that led to alternate realities and even entire new universes all together, was a curious existence. Unfortunately, peopl...
What are morals and ethics? Identity and consciousness? The idea of one's self in a life where conforming to the average and mundane is prime? To survive, in a world that demands normality and obedience?
A mere dream.
Morals and ethics that are born of guilt and human judgement, to justify one's meanings. Identity and consciousness that represents one's need for meaning in a world of many, where existence is meant to survive. A time where normality is demanded, and obedience of absolute- To whom does it mean to have such things? To whom does one present themselves to?
Albert, who studied Psychology and Philosophy as an online course back in his world, didn't know the answer to that. To himself, and others, existing meant to merely survive, to make a name for yourself, and to the lucky- purpose.
Crafting his very own identity in a foreign world was difficult, but putting it in the government database, - something to which was highly illegal, and if caught, could have him facing the electric chair - was more difficult. Preventing himself nearly getting caught hacking and breaking through the fire wall was a nightmare without the assistance of a Porygon, but he managed. And now that he had managed to put that there, he made a physical copy of his documents, - one original and the other an actual copy in black and white - and had released his Hisui Zoroark to do the infiltration mission. He fortunately had the forethought before sending the Baneful Fox Pokémon in there by sending a Dreepy there to scout the area and check where the office exactly was, and even the filing cabinet for the one that should hold other sixteen year olds.
