The Aura is With Us

Chapter 9: Into the Ink

Goh on any other day, under any other situation, would've been thrilled to be allowed to use the technology at the Great Professor Oak's laboratory. It was literally a dream that every young Pokémon researcher had at some point, to work at the lab that created the pokedex, and helped the legendary Professor Willow (now retired) perfect pokeball technology. Yeah, any other day Goh would have been jumping for joy and bouncing up and down.

But today wasn't any other day. Nor would the foreseeable future would be any other day.

His friend had a terrorist group hunting him down, had magic powers, and apparently had met nearly every single most powerful Pokémon in the world. That wasn't something, Goh had ever thought he would have to deal with. Because, one, Goh never really had many friends in the first place, and two, who does this ever happen to?! Within in the past month the young trainer learned more about Ash then he ever thought there was the learn.

Outwardly, Ash seemed like an open book, a very simple open book. Cheerful guy who wanted to be a trainer rather than any other career path, choosing a battle license instead of any degree. He was a lovable reckless goofball, that was amazingly good at understanding battles and Pokémon. At least that's what Ash was if people didn't know him. Ash was a trainer, yes, but a trainer who had seen things and met people that should've been impossible, and was apparently "Arceus's chosen one". Whatever the hell that meant!

Goh couldn't even be mad at Ash for not telling him about all this stuff. He only got a basic summery of all that the dark-haired trainer went through, and even then there were a lot things that weren't said, but Goh could tell Ash probably didn't want to dig all of it up. Though, some part of the young researcher wanted Ash to write a biography just to see it all on paper. Hell, Goh would offer to be the ghost writer! He'd probably wouldn't have to offer anyway. The chance that Ash didn't know how to use a word processor was very high.

Speaking of a lack of technologic understanding, apparently that clueless face wasn't just an Ash thing. Sir Aaron had one that rivaled and mirrored Ash's in such a way it was almost terrifying. Who knew that facial expressions could be genetic? Thankfully, however information seemed to stick easier with Sir Aaron than with Ash.

"Alright, I believe I understand...somewhat. Just to clarify, the computer acts like the library just one that isn't physical, and the search bar is the book keeper, but you do not speak to it. Instead, your communicate through the keyboard?" Sir Aaron said.

"That's one way to think about it," Goh said, "But unlike libraries you can't just ask in full sentences. The computer searches its databases, the books in the metaphorical library, by identifying the words in the search bar...at least that's how this one works. So, you'll want to use key words that relate to what you're searching for, like right now I'm currently searching the names, 'Lorelei', 'Gen', and 'evolution'."

"And is it that working?"

Goh sighed, "Not really..."

"Perhaps, you should remove 'Gen' from the search bar? If her children carry the name and she was not married at the time of her studies it could mean that 'Gen' is not her maidan name. Therefore, it would not be relevant to her work, yet?"

Goh snapped his fingers, and went to adjust his search, "Now you're getting it! And thanks for reminding me, I kinda forgot people did that."

"Is a maidan taking her husband's name not a custom anymore?"

"Well, it depends on the people and their preferences, I guess. My parent did it, but my aunts kept their maidan names because they thought the tradition was outdated. And I guess the LGBTQ+ community chooses whether or not they want to do it considering that custom was invented when people weren't as accepting as they should've been of that community. So, it doesn't really matter what happens anymore. Heck, there are some guys who take their wives names."