Mewtwo
Mystic Mewtwo
Part Three

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What?! I shouted.

Did I just hear her right?
The destruction of the world?

You mean to tell me that this Mewtwo will destroy us? I asked, disbelieving.

If it winds up in the hands of Giovanni, and Team Rocket, it most certainly will, Mew answered.

I was beginning to get angry.

Is there nothing we can do to stop them? I asked, furiously.

I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do, she answered, dejectedly.

I got real quiet, and didn’t say anything for a long while.
My anger was gone, replaced by a feeling of helplessness. Mew and I were the only ones to know about this, and we were powerless to stop it, before it began.

What are we supposed to do now? I asked her, breaking the long silence.

All we can do. Just watch, and wait, she answered.

For several weeks, that’s all we did.
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The scientists successfully broke the DNA all the way down, but not before running into a few small problems.
First, a mix-up with the computer, about the genetic code. Which they were able to quickly correct. Nothing very serious, just a bit of a nuisance really.
The only real problem was, the tedious, constant, working was taking a toll on their sleep. Which took a toll on Giovanni’s patience, when they started falling behind.

He called a private meeting, with Dr. Fuji early one morning, via the video phone.

“I expected for you to have everything completed about a week ago,” Giovanni complained.

“We are doing the best we can, sir,” Dr. Fuji replied, raggedly, “But it takes a little more time, to get everything perfect the way you want it.”

“Very well, then,” Giovanni answered, a little less harsh, “But no more delays. Everything must be finished by the end of this week. I will be expecting it, Fuji. Don’t disappoint me.”

The video screen flipped off, and Dr. Fuji returned to work.
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Do you think they can do it? I asked Mew, after disconnecting.

It will be a miracle if they can, she replied, honestly, They’ve worn themselves ragged, and mistakes could be easily made.

To our surprise, they did manage to complete the work that week, and without any hitches.
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They had a tank ready for the Pokemon. That they filled with orange liquid, ahead of time, and life stabling machines already hooked to the outside.
A computer was also connected, to monitor its progress.

Once they carefully placed the Pokemon, who was no bigger than a human infant, inside the tank, that everyone could relax.
Everything was finished. The Pokemon was in the tank sound asleep, and would stay as such, until full development. Which meant they could all sleep too.

Dr. Fuji, though, would have to delay that a little longer. Giovanni needed to be informed of their success.
He punched out his number on the video phone keypad. When it went through, was answered before the end of the first ring, voice only.

“Yes?” Giovanni said, harshly.

“Sir, we have finished, and the Pokemon is asleep in one of the laboratory’s tanks,” Dr. Fuji replied.

“Well done,” Giovanni answered, sounding pleased, “Keep me posted every now, and then on its development.”

“Yes, sir,” Dr. Fuji said.

They hung up, and Dr. Fuji left, to catch up on his sleep.
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On the mainland, at Team Rocket Headquarters, Giovanni leaned back in his chair with satisfaction.

“I will soon have the ultimate fighting machine,” he remarked to no one, smiling smugly.
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Breaking free of the trance, I now stared at nothing, but the wall of my own room.

Machine?! I repeated, angrily.

That Pokemon was a living being, not a machine.

Is that the kind of life it will have? I demanded to Mew, Regarded as nothing but a machine?

I was absolutely furious at the idea.
Mew put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

You’re getting so worked up about this. It really bothers you, doesn’t it? she said, quietly.

It’s not fair to it, it just isn’t fair, I replied, feeling tears pricking in the corner of my eyes.

I blinked, and they ran over, and down my cheeks.
I wiped them away with the back of my hand.

I know it isn’t, but what can you do about it? Mew asked me.

Only watch over it, and pray, I replied, listlessly.

From there on out, it was about the only thing I did.
For the next three to four months, I watched it grow, and develop.

Which surpassed the expectations of the scientists, on how long it would take to reach full maturity.
From a very early stage, the Pokemon showed that it had an overwhelming use of Psychic power.

It was now at full maturity, and the scientists were very pleased in its appearance. It was lean, and fit. With powerful muscles rippling beneath its skin, and fur, and an armor-like chest.
The scientists were also pleased because it was beginning to come into consciousness. It wouldn’t be long before it woke up.
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The dreams started coming to me a couple of nights later.
It was the same one each night. Where I feel wet, and cold, and have absolutely no idea where I’m at.

One night, though, was different. I still felt the cold and wetness, but now I could see blurred images, and orange colored liquid.
Upon seeing the color of the liquid, I suddenly screamed awake, in realization of where I was.

I sat up on my mat.
Panting hard, and drenched with sweat.

Ki, what’s wrong? Mew was asking me.

Another dream, I managed to say, between breaths.

The same? she wondered.

I told her about the dreams, so she knew.

No, it was different this time, I answered, a bit shakily.

I knew where I was, I continued, I was in the Pokemon’s tank in the lab, I was the Pokemon!

Impossible, Mew answered, quickly.

Although, the expression on her face spoke otherwise.

Is there something you’re not telling me, that I should know? I asked her, not fooled by her answer.

She sighed despairingly.

I had hoped nothing of this nature would happen to you, Mew began, But now that it has, there’s no way around it.

She paused a minute.

You, and this Pokemon, Mewtwo, are psychically linked to each other, she continued.

My whole world suddenly shattered, in a fraction of a second.

I’m, what?! I cried out; incredulously.

You’re psychically linked, she explained, again, You experience everything, as it experiences it.

Ok, first of all, let’s stop referring Mewtwo as “it,” and refer to “him,” I said.

Mew stared at me, like I’d lost my mind.

How in the world do you know Mewtwo is male? she asked, incredulously.

You did say I was linked to him, didn’t you? I answered, a bit annoyed.

Yes, but I didn’t think it went as deep as determining gender, she replied.

Well, I .....

I didn’t know how to answer to that one.
All I know was that Mewtwo was, indeed, male.

Forget that for now, and tell me when you think he will wake up, I said.

I’m not sure, Mew replied, But I have a feeling it’s going to happen very soon.


End Part Three

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