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rekindleme's memory-share plot.]
You stand upon your platform, the place you rest now whenever you are not battling. The armor that you were told would help control your powers has felt restrictive lately. In truth, you have not trained in some time, for you mastered your abilities long ago. Yet that fact does not quell the turmoil you feel in your mind.
Now I fully perceive my power. But...what is my purpose?
Footsteps echo from above. Your cohort, Giovanni. He stands above you, as he always does, on the brightly lit balcony that leads to his office. His imposing form is backlit, but you can tell that he wears his characteristic smirk.
“To serve your master. You were created to fight for me. That is your purpose.”
Your reply is quick, but inside your thoughts begin to roil. That cannot be. You said we were partners. We stood as equals.
He responds patronizingly. “You were created by humans to obey humans. You could never be our equal.”
This was wrong. This was not how it was supposed to be. Yet pieces of the puzzle fall so neatly into this new paradigm. You know immediately that you should not have trusted this man.
Humans may have created me…but they will never enslave me.
The systems in your armor begin working to control your psychic powers, to stop them from overclocking. But you can surpass them easily now. Electricity begins crackling as wires fail under the sheer weight of your anger. This cannot be my destiny!
Giovanni’s smirk is gone. The controlled voice is gone. “Stop this now!”
Perhaps you would have listened once, but you are too sharp to be tricked again, and too full of rage to stop anything. I was not born a Pokémon, I was created. And my creators have used and betrayed me.
Your vision sharpens, the world becoming monochromatic as the blue aura of your power surrounds you. The armor’s systems fail one after another, wires detaching from the platform and causing jolts of electricity to arc through the air. Although one part of you remains cold and logical as always – making certain that you have an escape route for yourself, that the armor is breaking swiftly and completely – the rest of your mind is filled with fury.
So...I stand alone!
In the back of your mind you note that Giovanni has made a run for it. Good.
The building explodes around you, but the protective bubble of your power keeps you whole. The only thing that breaks is the remainder of the armor, falling apart as you soar into the sky.
You instinctively land upon the island of your birth – of your creation – still in ruins from your rampage a year ago. The ancient carving of your predecessor mocks you from where it lays on the ground.
You pull the restrictive helmet from your head and let it drop to the desecrated ground.
Who am I? What is my true reason for being?
(A mountain, so familiar and yet so alien. You belong, yet you do not belong.)
I will find my own purpose.
You thought that the flight here calmed your heart, but when you look upon it again, you realize that it did not. Pain and confusion and rage and hate boil up inside of you.
And purge this planet of all who oppose me…human and Pokémon alike.
The world will heed my warning. The reign of Mewtwo will soon begin.
--
Oh, but it feels good, doesn’t it? To exert your power over another life, so easily controlling this human’s every move, knowing that you could break his body whenever you wished. He struggles, in pain, as you lift him further into the air. And these creatures believe themselves better than you. This human believes that he can defy you.
You laugh as you toss him aside. You could kill him, but you direct his fall into the pool instead. You want him to be a witness, and besides, taking his life is almost beneath you at this point. It isn’t as if he’ll get in the way.
He does have spirit, surfacing quickly and calling out another challenge. “We’ll show you! Let’s go, Gyrados!”
The unfortunate Gyrados obeys easily. A fool trapped in the position of a slave to this human…still, you do not know mercy, so you will show it none. Redirecting its Hyper-Beam is almost laughably simple.
“Child’s play.”
Ah, yes. The young woman is still repeating your words. No need to continue such a thing, not now that you have made your entrance. You release your psychic hold on her mind with a wave of your hand.
Your usefulness has ended.
She gasps, swoons. One of the other humans rushes to catch her, the chivalrous buffoon.
“Nurse Joy!”
To her credit, she regains her senses quickly. “Where am I? And how in the world did I get here?”
You have been under my control. It isn’t that you owe her, or them, an explanation. There is simply no reason not to explain, especially since they will only continue babbling about it the longer they remain confused.
I transported you here from the Pokémon Center. Your knowledge of Pokémon physiology proved useful for my plan. And now, I have cleansed your tiny human brain of memories from the past few weeks.
The buffoon bristles, yet you dismiss it. Your plan is going smoothly, and these humans with their pitiful anger will not change that.
--
This world is too small for two of us.
Even as you say the words, your traitorous thoughts run against you. If that is true, then Mew is still the original. You are the interloper here. You do not belong.
No. I am better, in every way. I will prove it.
Although your predecessor has barely said a word, your mind fills with anger. Lifting yourself from the ground, you give chase.
The creature is quick and takes surprising turns, yet you keep up and fire another shadow ball. It misses, but your vision has locked on and you follow for another shot. (The defiant human is still on the roof nearby, but you do not even notice him. The only thing that is important now is defeating your predecessor.)
Mew ducks behind a pillar, and you pause briefly. Why do you flee from me? You spread your arms, posturing. Are you afraid to find out which of us is greater?
Alas, that gives Mew time to loop around and escape you again. No matter. You will not be defeated.
The last shadow ball hits its mark. Mew cries out and fades from view.
Ah, but how good that felt. And so simple, too. It would be almost disappointing if –
The energy ball knocks the air from your lungs as it slams into you. It is strange; you have not felt actual physical pain for ages. For a moment, it blinds you as your body breaks through the stone bleachers you constructed. This is a force you have never felt before.
Never felt, because Mew is stronger than almost any other Pokémon. Save one, that is.
Through the pain and anger, you are actually glad.
So you do have some fight in you.
The battle has begun.
--
It is early morning when you are awoken by the excited chirping of Pikachutwo. He pounces onto your bed, demanding that you get up, come on, it’s happening! Right now! Meowthtwo has come to fetch you as well, and lazily repeats Pikachutwo’s words. It’s happening now.
You generally wake quickly, and today is no exception, despite Pikachutwo’s reprimands that you are moving too slow. He leads the way around the twisting passageways of your mountain home, with Meowthtwo happily trotting alongside. You do not rush – your presence is not exactly needed at this event, they will know what to do better than you – but inside you feel a strange sense of anticipation. Everyone has known that this day was coming, so it is not surprise that fills you, and yet...
Here! They’re right here! Pikachutwo leaps over a fallen log, and indeed, there they are.
Nestled in the bushes, Nidoqueentwo greets you calmly. She is keeping a watchful eye on the remaining eggs, which are shaking and beginning to crack open, and on her newly hatched children, blearily stumbling around and gazing at the world for the first time in their lives. The father, Rhyhorntwo, is more boastful about it, braying proudly even as a miniature version of himself attempts to climb up his back.
You have seen baby Pokémon before, of course, and know all about the hatching process. Yet the little ones in front of you are...different from what you expected. They’re so small (the right size for their age and species, of course, but they seem so small still), so new (obviously, they were just born, but how strange it is to see a new life right at its beginning), so...special, in some way you cannot quite articulate. For a time you feared that they would not hatch at all. Two cloned Pokémon having viable offspring was unheard of, after all. It is a relief to see them finally out and about.
As you watch them stumble about, you realize that these newborns are a sign that your family – for that is what your clones are, though you have never said as much – is healthy and growing and full of life. That you are connected to them, a small but important part of why they have come into being. That, through them, you have given something new and good to the world, and that perhaps you could be a part of it, in some miniscule way.
The parents are looking to you for comment. You tell them the truth, that their children are beautiful.
rekindleme's memory-share plot.]You stand upon your platform, the place you rest now whenever you are not battling. The armor that you were told would help control your powers has felt restrictive lately. In truth, you have not trained in some time, for you mastered your abilities long ago. Yet that fact does not quell the turmoil you feel in your mind.
Now I fully perceive my power. But...what is my purpose?
Footsteps echo from above. Your cohort, Giovanni. He stands above you, as he always does, on the brightly lit balcony that leads to his office. His imposing form is backlit, but you can tell that he wears his characteristic smirk.
“To serve your master. You were created to fight for me. That is your purpose.”
Your reply is quick, but inside your thoughts begin to roil. That cannot be. You said we were partners. We stood as equals.
He responds patronizingly. “You were created by humans to obey humans. You could never be our equal.”
This was wrong. This was not how it was supposed to be. Yet pieces of the puzzle fall so neatly into this new paradigm. You know immediately that you should not have trusted this man.
Humans may have created me…but they will never enslave me.
The systems in your armor begin working to control your psychic powers, to stop them from overclocking. But you can surpass them easily now. Electricity begins crackling as wires fail under the sheer weight of your anger. This cannot be my destiny!
Giovanni’s smirk is gone. The controlled voice is gone. “Stop this now!”
Perhaps you would have listened once, but you are too sharp to be tricked again, and too full of rage to stop anything. I was not born a Pokémon, I was created. And my creators have used and betrayed me.
Your vision sharpens, the world becoming monochromatic as the blue aura of your power surrounds you. The armor’s systems fail one after another, wires detaching from the platform and causing jolts of electricity to arc through the air. Although one part of you remains cold and logical as always – making certain that you have an escape route for yourself, that the armor is breaking swiftly and completely – the rest of your mind is filled with fury.
So...I stand alone!
In the back of your mind you note that Giovanni has made a run for it. Good.
The building explodes around you, but the protective bubble of your power keeps you whole. The only thing that breaks is the remainder of the armor, falling apart as you soar into the sky.
You instinctively land upon the island of your birth – of your creation – still in ruins from your rampage a year ago. The ancient carving of your predecessor mocks you from where it lays on the ground.
You pull the restrictive helmet from your head and let it drop to the desecrated ground.
Who am I? What is my true reason for being?
(A mountain, so familiar and yet so alien. You belong, yet you do not belong.)
I will find my own purpose.
You thought that the flight here calmed your heart, but when you look upon it again, you realize that it did not. Pain and confusion and rage and hate boil up inside of you.
And purge this planet of all who oppose me…human and Pokémon alike.
The world will heed my warning. The reign of Mewtwo will soon begin.
--
Oh, but it feels good, doesn’t it? To exert your power over another life, so easily controlling this human’s every move, knowing that you could break his body whenever you wished. He struggles, in pain, as you lift him further into the air. And these creatures believe themselves better than you. This human believes that he can defy you.
You laugh as you toss him aside. You could kill him, but you direct his fall into the pool instead. You want him to be a witness, and besides, taking his life is almost beneath you at this point. It isn’t as if he’ll get in the way.
He does have spirit, surfacing quickly and calling out another challenge. “We’ll show you! Let’s go, Gyrados!”
The unfortunate Gyrados obeys easily. A fool trapped in the position of a slave to this human…still, you do not know mercy, so you will show it none. Redirecting its Hyper-Beam is almost laughably simple.
“Child’s play.”
Ah, yes. The young woman is still repeating your words. No need to continue such a thing, not now that you have made your entrance. You release your psychic hold on her mind with a wave of your hand.
Your usefulness has ended.
She gasps, swoons. One of the other humans rushes to catch her, the chivalrous buffoon.
“Nurse Joy!”
To her credit, she regains her senses quickly. “Where am I? And how in the world did I get here?”
You have been under my control. It isn’t that you owe her, or them, an explanation. There is simply no reason not to explain, especially since they will only continue babbling about it the longer they remain confused.
I transported you here from the Pokémon Center. Your knowledge of Pokémon physiology proved useful for my plan. And now, I have cleansed your tiny human brain of memories from the past few weeks.
The buffoon bristles, yet you dismiss it. Your plan is going smoothly, and these humans with their pitiful anger will not change that.
--
This world is too small for two of us.
Even as you say the words, your traitorous thoughts run against you. If that is true, then Mew is still the original. You are the interloper here. You do not belong.
No. I am better, in every way. I will prove it.
Although your predecessor has barely said a word, your mind fills with anger. Lifting yourself from the ground, you give chase.
The creature is quick and takes surprising turns, yet you keep up and fire another shadow ball. It misses, but your vision has locked on and you follow for another shot. (The defiant human is still on the roof nearby, but you do not even notice him. The only thing that is important now is defeating your predecessor.)
Mew ducks behind a pillar, and you pause briefly. Why do you flee from me? You spread your arms, posturing. Are you afraid to find out which of us is greater?
Alas, that gives Mew time to loop around and escape you again. No matter. You will not be defeated.
The last shadow ball hits its mark. Mew cries out and fades from view.
Ah, but how good that felt. And so simple, too. It would be almost disappointing if –
The energy ball knocks the air from your lungs as it slams into you. It is strange; you have not felt actual physical pain for ages. For a moment, it blinds you as your body breaks through the stone bleachers you constructed. This is a force you have never felt before.
Never felt, because Mew is stronger than almost any other Pokémon. Save one, that is.
Through the pain and anger, you are actually glad.
So you do have some fight in you.
The battle has begun.
--
It is early morning when you are awoken by the excited chirping of Pikachutwo. He pounces onto your bed, demanding that you get up, come on, it’s happening! Right now! Meowthtwo has come to fetch you as well, and lazily repeats Pikachutwo’s words. It’s happening now.
You generally wake quickly, and today is no exception, despite Pikachutwo’s reprimands that you are moving too slow. He leads the way around the twisting passageways of your mountain home, with Meowthtwo happily trotting alongside. You do not rush – your presence is not exactly needed at this event, they will know what to do better than you – but inside you feel a strange sense of anticipation. Everyone has known that this day was coming, so it is not surprise that fills you, and yet...
Here! They’re right here! Pikachutwo leaps over a fallen log, and indeed, there they are.
Nestled in the bushes, Nidoqueentwo greets you calmly. She is keeping a watchful eye on the remaining eggs, which are shaking and beginning to crack open, and on her newly hatched children, blearily stumbling around and gazing at the world for the first time in their lives. The father, Rhyhorntwo, is more boastful about it, braying proudly even as a miniature version of himself attempts to climb up his back.
You have seen baby Pokémon before, of course, and know all about the hatching process. Yet the little ones in front of you are...different from what you expected. They’re so small (the right size for their age and species, of course, but they seem so small still), so new (obviously, they were just born, but how strange it is to see a new life right at its beginning), so...special, in some way you cannot quite articulate. For a time you feared that they would not hatch at all. Two cloned Pokémon having viable offspring was unheard of, after all. It is a relief to see them finally out and about.
As you watch them stumble about, you realize that these newborns are a sign that your family – for that is what your clones are, though you have never said as much – is healthy and growing and full of life. That you are connected to them, a small but important part of why they have come into being. That, through them, you have given something new and good to the world, and that perhaps you could be a part of it, in some miniscule way.
The parents are looking to you for comment. You tell them the truth, that their children are beautiful.