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StAugustine6 — ToT -- Episode 10: Porcelain Program
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“Well here we are, Veilstone City.”
“We’re only in Veilstone,” Melody asked, exhausted, “I thought we would have been in Sunyshore by now.”
“Don’t worry; we’re two-thirds of the way there. And since we’re both tired, I say we rest.”
“Good idea. Where is your hideout around here?”
“I don’t have one.”
“What!? We’re not going into town are we!?”
“Not exactly. You see, I have a good friend here. She runs an inn where we can stay.”
…
“Robert, good to see you. Oh, and I see you have a friend. That’s a change of pace.”
“Don’t rub it in Abigail. This may only be temporary.”
Abigail van Hausen was an older woman whom I had met in my very first trip to Veilstone. I could always count on her to help me out if I needed it. Even when she found out what I did for a living, she did not change.
“Oh, by the way, I got my hands on what you wanted.”
“You did!? Excellent!”
“What did you want,” Melody chimed in, as Abigail picked up a package from behind her desk.
“A police officer uniform,” I replied, opening the package, “specifically, one for you.”
“Wait, what!?”
“I’ve told you how I like to take precautions. This is just in case I need you to play as an Officer Jenny.”
“Why I ‘aughta…”
“Don’t be harsh on him, deary,” Abigail interrupted, “it’s in his nature. He always thinks things through. Who knows, it might come in handy.”
“Now that that’s settled, is there anyone here I should keep my eye out for?”
“Well there is this one young fella…”
Abigail was cut off by what sounded like TV static coming toward us. When I looked at the staircase leading up to the rooms of the inn, I saw something coming downstairs. Not really using the stairs, since it was floating. It was a pink and blue being, with a very simple body shape.
“What is that thing,” Melody asked, hiding behind me.
“I’m not sure, but it looks like a Porygon.”
“Porygon, come back here,” a male voice called, running down the steps. When he caught up to the Pokémon, he was out of breath.
“Is this your Porygon,” I asked, shocked, “I’ve never seen one before.”
“Yes it is,” the man said between breaths, “please don’t steal it.”
“We’re not going to do that,” Melody reassured him, “I think it’s just curious.”
The cybernetic Pokémon floated around us as we spoke.
“Isn’t Porygon supposed to be man-made,” I asked, “how do you have one?”
“Please don’t make me explain, I have enough problems as it is.”
Melody, Abigail, and I glanced at each other.
“Whatever it is,” Melody said, “we can help.”
“OK, here it is. I work for a laboratory that was researching the many potential uses for Porygon. They have the power to travel over cyberspace. They can perform maintenance inside of computers before we even know there is a problem; they are extremely useful, as well as extremely valuable. Recently, some people have been trying to get their hands on this Porygon so as to use its abilities to take over computer programs.”
“Wait,” I interrupted, “I don’t know a lot about computers, but are you saying people are trying to make a virus-killer into a virus itself?”
“Precisely. Their aim is to use Porygon to take over computer programs, and whole computer networks that they can then control. I don’t even want to imagine what a person could use this for.”
“Give us an example,” Melody implored.
“Imagine being able to take over the on-board navigation systems of every airplane there was. Then imagine what you would do if you had such control.”
“I’ll admit that’s pretty dire,” I said, “So what are you planning to do about it?”
“Hide out here until I can come up with something.”
“Sitting here is going to do anything.”
“You don’t understand what kind of position I’m in, man. I’m responsible for that Porygon.”
“We understand that,” Melody cut him off, “but if you aren’t going to do anything, then we will have to.”
“Have to do what?”
“Well, if Porygon is OK with it, I suggest giving it to me. They won’t suspect it to be in the possession of someone like me.”
“No, absolutely not! You don’t know enough to take on that kind of job.”
“Look, I may not have the survival abilities of Robert or your technical knowledge, but I know how to take care of what needs to be taken care of, and I have formal, official police training, as well as police connections.”
At this moment, the Porygon levitated up to Melody’s eye level, and seemed to jerk his head around, as if it was thinking about something.
“What do you think Porygon,” the tech asked, “you’re my responsibility, but you are also your own being.”
Porygon looked at Melody, no longer moving its head. Its two eyes seemed to snap like a camera shutter.
“Rrrrrrgon, rrrrrgon.”
“That’s a pleased voice,” the tech said, “It agrees to go with you.”
“Well Porygon,” Melody said, producing a Poké Ball, “welcome to the team.”
Porygon tapped the button on the ball with its nose and was taken inside.
“This may be a silly question,” I said after the capturing had been done, “but can this Porygon battle?”
“Actually, it can.”
“What are its moves,” Melody asked.
“Well, it knows two of the signature moves of its family: Conversion and Conversion2, as well as Recover and Psybeam. But I must caution you that it has never actually been in a battle, so I wouldn’t recommend it.”
“Now that that’s taken care of,” Abigail chimed in, “maybe we can all get some sleep.”
