You're perfect

Meeting (Part 1)

NATE

Alright, enough of this. I need to focus and get this over with. Take... how many has it been? Five? Take five, 

Starts... now.

"Nathan Pierson, the head researcher's advisor, reporting in. I have safely settled into the lodge provided by the institute. The lodge aligns perfectly with the details I received, confirming my correct location. Rations, utilities, furnishings, and supplies have been meticulously arranged and are ready for use. Any issues that arise will be documented in the upcoming report. Regarding activity frequency, the local human presence is scarce to none, but the Pokémon are actively participating in the ecosystem. It is reasonable to assume that the site's fertility, as noted in the prior report, remains intact. This concludes the initial report."

Taking a deep breath, I choose not to replay the recording. The sound of my voice through the microphone is jarring to my ears. I decide to proceed with uploading it. I'll eat my words if my expression during recording turns into fodder for jokes. Let them jest as they please. My priority is to get this task behind me.

And at last, I can devote my attention to my work, the same routine I undertake daily. Just me, amidst the woods, as per usual. Roaming through the terrain, collecting useful herbs and plants, and identifying prime locations for observing Pokémon behavior – these concludes the core of my job. Occasionally, I hope to encounter a new species worthy of being cataloged in the Pokédex. Although, admittedly, it's merely a dream for me.

These specific details are only known to us scientists. In a world where Pokémon Training has blossomed into a famous profession, the endeavors of researchers like myself are often overshadowed. The compilation of Pokémon data largely relies on the work of researchers delving deep into Pokémon habitats. Our roles as researchers are often underappreciated. In contrast to those who aspire to be Pokémon trainers, there's only a few who strive to become a researcher.

Across the past centuries, Pokémon Training has evolved into a mainstream career, occupying the dreams of many. It is unsurprising that among the kids, Pokémon dueling stands out. The excitement of witnessing epic clashes between Pokémon captivates audiences worldwide. This phenomenon has persisted through generations.

Nonetheless, the adoration for this profession bewildered me. I do understand the attraction – the sight of intense battles, erupting flames and explosions, it's visually delightful, yet the end of the all-out battle mirrors similarly to a terrible comeuppance. Concluding with a participant nursing injuries, bloodied with defeat, and contributing nothing to society. 

The tongue clicks against the roof of my mouth. It annoys me to the brim how some people becomes a trainer without thinking it through. Bearing the responsibilities attached to such a position is far more significant than these youngsters may realize. This world is violent, and the arena of dueling somehow normalizes it.

This is why I chose to dedicate my career to Pokémon research. To be precise, my goal is the discovery and cataloging of new Pokémon for the Pokédex. This occupation might not promise instantaneous success or satisfying income akin to that of trainers, but it contributes to the betterment of society. It provides tranquility, demanding less physically and affording more leisure.

A perfect job for me.

It has been seven years since I began this job. The lodge provided stands amidst the heart of the forest, strategically situated for me to connect with nature. A solitary lodge, mine to cherish. Nothing surpasses the satisfaction I've derived from this life.

A place to live in isolation. I speak as if I'm glad I'm being left alone. My insights aren't all that great in accounts to my ego. I know I'm not the greatest human being here, yet even someone like me wishes to have a social life. Isolated here, doesn't guarantee my return, and the worse thing is that my remains would go unnoticed. It's not that nobody will know, but rather nobody would care. My colleagues are as useful as a Magikarp on a rocky plain.