Doctor Swanton came in front of the Rocket guard and checked the monitor. 
He was one of the five scientists who worked in the mansion in Cinnabar Island. 
No-one knew who really owned this old mansion, except the Rockets, because it 
was their. In this place, they had installed a genetic lab, and their best 
scientists have been working for fifteen years at creating a super-pokemon.
The main lab was in the basement, it was a big circular room with control panels 
and monitors everywhere. We could find here the best scientific tools ever. And 
in the middle laid their genetic freak. The fifteen years old monster was in a 
large Plexiglas tube full of plasmic substance. He had cables with electrodes on 
his head and chest that transmitted his vital signals to monitors. He had never 
woke up. 
But today, things were a bit different: his heartbeats were regular, but his 
encephalogram had a breathtaking activity.
« He’s gonna wake up ! Cut the cables ! Open the tube ! »
In a second, the pokemon was set free and his cylinder began to open. The yellow 
substance flew off, and the creature fell on the ground. Immediately, guards 
wrapped him in a blanket and stood him up. Doc Swanton watched his white face 
and began to talk to him.
Mewtwo opened one eye, stared at the man in white smock, and vanished.

	He opened his eyes and watched the white screen in front of him. It took 
him a few minutes to realise that he was laying on a couch, watching the 
ceiling.
He sat up and took a look around: he was in a white room with two doors and 
several weird machines. On his right, there was a small table and, beside, a 
young woman strictly dressed sitting on an armchair. He looked at her. She was 
staring at him.
« Good morning, Mewtwo. I’m glad you’re finally awake.
_ Where am I ? And who are you ?
_ You don’t want to know who YOU are ?
_ I am Mewtwo. You just said it.
_ Correct. But knowing only your name is not enough.
_ I don’t understand.
_ What ?
_ I can understand you.
_ What do you mean ?
_ I can’t remember my past. I don’t know how to use all these machines. But I 
understand your language. I can say that we’re in a room, that I’m on a couch 
and you are on a chair. I know things, but I don’t know how I know them.
_ Okay. We’ll start by the beginning: my name is Victoria. I’m a psychologist 
working for Team Rocket.
_ Psychologist ?
_ It’s someone who studies people’s behaviors and feelings. Team Rocket is an 
organization specialized in pokemon smuggling and genetic experiments.
_ Criminals ?
_ Yes.
_ You are quite frank for a criminal.
_ I have nothing to hide to a colleague.
_ Colleague ? Then I’m a Rocket too ?
_ I’ll tell you everything: fifteen years ago, a fossile was found near Cerulean 
City. It was an unknown pokemon, but we believe that it could be Mew, the oldest 
pokemon ever, known only by legends and tales. We brought it here, in Cinnabar 
Island, to try to clone it.
_ And ?
_ There wasn’t enough DNA. The sequence was 75% complete. So we decided to 
combine it with other DNA and create a whole new, super-pokemon.
_ And this super-pokemon, it’s me ?
_ Right. The second Mew. Mewtwo. The sequence was completed with DNA of various 
psy-type pokemons and humans.
_ Humans ?
_ Our Boss. The Boss gave his own genes to complete the process. You are the 
perfect balance between our two different species. But there’s one problem…
_ Which one ?
_ We were educating you while you were unconscious, because unconscious people 
can understand and assimilate what they’re told very quickly. You weren’t 
supposed to wake up before the age of twenty. Therefor, your education is not 
finished. You will have to fill the blanks by yourself. You must be tired. I’ll 
let you rest. See you soon. »

	Victoria left the room and headed to Swanton’s office.
« Doc, I have to get back to Celadon. I trust you to welcome our host the best 
way. If he wants to leave his room, let him do. If he wants to go outside, let 
him do. More he has contacts with humans, smarter he his. Got it ?
_ Yeah, Prof. »

	Created ? Mewtwo should’ve been puzzled. He was not. In fact, he expected 
it. On the table, there were three things: a pot full of black and warm liquid, 
a cup, and a big metallic weird-looking watch. He tried the black liquid. So 
that was what humans call coffee ? It was… disconcerting. It didn’t taste so 
great, but his brain seemed to love it and asked for more. Not yet. He had many 
things to discover before. He tied the watch to his wrist, and heard Victoria’s 
voice from the tiny loudspeaker:
« This is PG-2005, a whole new kind of pokegear. You have the supreme honor to 
try the only one prototype existing. It contains a clock, a detailed map, a cell 
phone, a radio transmitter and a motion sensor. It also includes a live-update 
pokedex with already 350 pokemon pre-recorded datas. I have personnaly recorded 
instructions for you. Try it, I promise you’ll enjoy ! »
Why not ? He pressed a random switch and activated the radio transmitter. On the 
small plasma screen, he could read: « Guns’n Roses ». A hi-fi sound came to his 
ears. That was great ! He loved that music !
A bip interrupted the music. The clock was at midday. Lunch time. And in fact, 
he was starving. He turned off the PG and left the room.

	He opened one of his two doors. It was a nice bathroom. The other led to a 
corridor. There was an old guard smoking.
« Hi, dude ! You’re Mewtwo, right ?
_ Yes.
_ I’m Richard. You want a cig ?
_ No, thanks. It stinks.
_ Young man, a Lucky Strike never stinks ! Only the French cigarettes are 
horrible.
_ Do you know where I could eat ?
_ Hungry ? It’s my break. I put civil clothes on and we’re gonna have lunch, 
okay ? »

	A few minutes later, they were sitting at the terrace of a restaurant 
called Volcano King’s, eating a world famous Cinnabar Burger with fries and 
beer. Mewtwo thought the burger was excellent. The fries were a bit too fat and 
the beer had a bitter taste. They had a great view on the beach and the infinite 
ocean. Far away, they could barely distinguish an island.
« Why is this sand red ? Asked Mewtwo.
_ Cinnabar is not really an island, you see, it’s an emerged volcano. Volcanic 
rock is red. As it’s a volcano, the ground is often very hot and there are many 
natural thermal sources. All this heat makes the island a perfect vacation place 
all over the year. Plus, we discovered there are many fossiles in this rock, so 
all the scientists of the country want to come here.
_ Paradise on Earth.
_ Yeah, kind of.
_ What’s this ? This island in the open sea ?
_ It’s Hoenn Archipelago. Another country. It’s so far from here that they have 
their own Pokemon League.
_ League ?
_ Yeah, League. You know, the tournaments ! Pokemon fights ! To decide who’s the 
best pokemon trainer. There are two official Leagues, one here, and one in 
Hoenn. If you have the time, you should watch a fight. Very funny. And 
instructive.
_ Instructive ?
_ As you’re a pokemon, I think the Boss plans to make you fight for training.
_ I hope not.
_ There’s no reason to be afraid. Of course, we’re always anxious at the 
beginning, but after, here come money, fame, girls…
_ Girls ? Why should we need girls ? »
Richard didn’t know what to say. He suddenly realized that Mewtwo hadn’t been 
told about « things of the life ». Better for him. After all, there was no 
female Mewtwo…
« Can I ask you something, Richard ?
_ Yeah.
_ How did you become a Rocket ?
_ My father wanted to become a trainer when he was a kid, but he wasn’t good. He 
never had money, fame or… well, you know what I mean. He only managed to get a 
tiny appartment in Celadon. As he never went to college, he absolutely wanted me 
to go there. So, I get a licence in Goldenrod City, I give him a phone call from 
the other side of the country and I told him: « Daddy, I got my licence, what 
should I do now ? » and he answered: « Get yourself a job. »
_ And you didn’t ?
_ I wanted to become a trainer, that was my passion. My father didn’t want me to 
make the same mistake as him, but I didn’t care. I wanted to toss everything to 
become a trainer. Going to adventure, and fun. But I was 22. Much too old to 
begin training. No-one would want to give me a starter pokemon. Except one 
person…
_ The Boss ?
_ Right. He convinced me that Rocket was much more exciting than trainer. And he 
was right. It WAS exciting.
_ You’re fed up ?
_ In this place, there’s nothing really exciting. But I stay for two reasons.
_ Which ones ?
_ Rockets are paid large and… the girls here are very hot ! »
What a dumb ! Richard suddenly realized he was talking about girls again. This 
time, Mewtwo could bomb him with questions. He had to find a way out !
« Oops ! It’s time ! I have to get back to work.
_ Shall I come with you ?
_ No, we were told to let you walk around. You need to learn, kiddy ! If you 
have a problem, phone us. The number’s already recorded in your gear. You 
remember where the Mansion is ?
_ Yes.
_ Okay. Oh, by the way… »
Richard gave him some printed papers.
« What’s this ?
_ Cash. You’ll certainly need some. I gave you ten dollars. If you want, you can 
watch a movie tonight.
_ A movie ?
_ You’ll see, it’s pretty cool. There are many good ones, but I recommand 
Washango.
_ Okay.
_ See you later, guy ! »
	
	After drinking two cups of coffee, Mewtwo went to the cinema, but the 
movies began at 6:00 pm. It was only 2:00. He decided to explore the island. It 
was strange, nobody paid attention to him. Mewtwo thought trainers didn’t catch 
pokemons in towns. He was right. He left the city and walked towards the 
volcano. He arrived at the edge of a cliff. From there, he had an overall view 
of the continent, while his poke gear gave him informations: a few miles ahead, 
there was Pallet Town, surrounded by wild moors and forests. Far on his right, 
he could distinguish the Vermilion Port. The horizon was cut up by a large 
massif. It was beautiful ! One of the mountains caught his eyes: the famous Mont 
Moon. He remember what Victoria said: the original Mew was found in Cerulean 
City. Did he come from that mountain ? Knowing that there was an asteroid there, 
would it mean he was… an extraterrestre ?
Something caught him out of his thoughts. He felt a metallic thing hit his head. 
That hurted ! He looked on the ground: it was a metallic ball, red and white, 
with a switch in the middle. Was that a pokeball ? He turned back and saw a pool 
of bubbling water. A thermal source. There was a group of girls in here. With 
the incessant bubbling, he could only see their heads and bare shoulders. He 
approached them, showing the ball.
« Is that yours ? »
The girls looked anxious. One of them said timidly:
« Yes, that’s mine. »
Mewtwo looked at her. She was a cute brunette, with long hair and discreet 
freckles on the face and shoulders.
« Why did you throw it on me ?
_ I… am sorry, but… I thought you were a wild pokemon, so…
_ You were trying to catch me ?
_ Yes.
_ Okay. You couldn’t know. I excuse you. »
The girls seemed relieved.
« My name’s Mewtwo.
_ Mine’s Gladys. Queen of the kiss.
_ Sorry ?
_ Nevermind. It’s an old joke. But don’t stay here ! Come with us ! »
He entered the hot water. Hot… were they the « hot girls » Richard mentioned ?
« So, asked Gladys, how do you speak ?
_ Well… »
He suddenly realized he couldn’t talk about genetic modifications. He couldn’t 
reveal such secrets.
« My trainer taught me. She’s a specialist in psy-type pokemons. She taught me 
telepathy.
_ Where is she ?
_ Out for business. She’s not a full-time trainer. She left me here in 
vacations. »
They spent all the afternoon chatting, and decided to go to the cinema together.

	The film was absolutely fantastic. The plot was simple ( students fighting 
against sadistic teachers ), but they fought by flying and throwing energy 
jolts. Humans using pokemon skills. It was impressive. Later, he would ask 
Richard who would patiently explain him what FX Effects were. As they left the 
cinema, a young man arrived and talked to Gladys. Mewtwo watched them, trying to 
understand what they were doing. The man was saying he regretted, he would do 
anything, or something like that, but Gladys said no every time. At a moment, 
the man looked at Mewtwo.
« Hey, you, what are you staring at ?
_ Leave him alone, said Gladys.
_ No, no, sweety, that pokemon is eyeing you up. What’s wrong with you ? You 
can’t find any female of your kind ? Don’t watch me like that ! »
The man lost patience and punched Mewtwo hard in the face. The grey mutant knelt 
down. It was much more painful than a pokeball ! He stood up and saw another 
punch coming. Instinctively, he bent his head down to avoid it and threw is fist 
to the man’s stomach. The man laid down, stone-cold. So he could knock a 
disturber out just by doing this move ?
Gladys grabbed Mewtwo by the arm and told him to follow her. They both ran to an 
appartment.
« That’s my place. Ain’t it nice ?
_ It is. Who was that bloke ?
_ Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s my ex-boyfriend, a moreon. But I think he 
finally understood. The hard way. Thanks for that. »
She sat on a comfortable sofa, and invited him to join her.
« Can I ask you something ? You might think I’m weird but…
_ What ?
_ I never did it with a pokemon. And to be honest, that’s one of my fantasms…
_ What’s « it » ? »
She made a kinky smile.
« Oh, boy, I’ll have to teach you everything… »