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This story was originally posted by PokemonFromHell who has deleted their account. After going through archived Wayback Machine webpages and digging through HTML source code, I have recovered the story in it's entirety and shall post it here on my profile for archival purposes. Do enjoy.

Part 2:

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Part One
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SCIENCE IS VICTORIOUS.

Flat, unblinking eyes watched as many programmers and technicians gave one another hearty pats on the back while exchanging optimistic and congratulatory conversation.

It was indeed a victory for science. After many years of difficult study and intensive research, this epiphany had illuminated the world of Pokemon and sent shockwaves of awe through trainers and professors alike. The findings, among other scientific advances, were on display at an exposition in one of the several research institutes of the Pokemon world.

Although the appearance of this remarkable creature remained virtually unchanged, the core components of the Pokemon in question were radically different. What had once been only a shade of a living creature was now true flesh and blood.

More or less.

"...And this version is capable of organic processes down to the sub-atomic level. It eats, breathes, sleeps, and breeds just like any other Pokemon. It even gives off warmth. Feel,"

A few curious reporters reached down, stroking the smooth, flat back of the Pokemon, "ooh"ing and "ahh"ing at the feeling of a faint pulse thumping away deep in the chest of the otherwise silent Pokemon.

"Does it speak?"

"Not currently, no...we are still in mid-process of giving it the ability to vocalize. For now we have only been able to remove its programmed speech processes."

"I see,"

"...As I was saying, we have given this Pokemon a new life, enabling it to become sentient and able to think on its own, just as any other Pokemon you might see out in the world-"

"Sir?"

The scientist who was leading the group paused, looking for the source of the voice.
"Yes?"

"Sir," repeated one of the observers, his bright blue eyes acute with wonder and laced with a haze of concern, "Does this self-awareness endanger the Pokemon or others around it? I mean, especially if it should be evolved, because everyone's heard about-"

"There is nothing to worry about," the scientist interrupted him sternly, shaking his head, "Porygon is as stable as ever, especially now that it is a truly living creature. You may put your mind at ease about that. Now...where was I? Oh, yes. We hope that, in time, we'll be able to release Porygon into specific route regions, monitoring it closely to ensure that..."

The voice of the scientist gradually drowned itself out into the background as the blue-eyed student stood still, returning the vacant gaze of the silent Porygon. It seemed to be staring right at him out of one eye, its blocky figure still surprisingly rigid and polygonal in spite of this revolutionary change it had endured. Sidling back toward the Pokemon as the tour group moved on, blue-eyes squatted down beside the waist-high Pokemon with its trademark pink and blue coloration.

"Hi, there," the young man introduced himself, "I'm Ambrose. How are y-...oh...right..." he faltered, laughing weakly. "I forgot...you can't communicate, can you?"

The Porygon just sat there, only slightly tilting its head and watching the young man as he moved.

"Um...Can I...?" Ambrose asked softly, extending a hand toward the front torso, wanting to feel the Pokemon's pulse for himself.

It didn't show any signs of protest, blank stare ever unchanging.

Just as his fingertips came within mere inches of the Porygon's side, Ambrose nearly had a heart attack. A bellowing shout grabbed his attention like a slap in the face.

"HEY! YOU! Back away from there! That's not yours to mess with!"

"I was only- I was...just..." Ambrose stammered, quickly scrambling to his feet, turning to face his new addressee.

"Just nothing!" boomed an older man in a lab coat, storming over and glaring down at Ambrose, "You don't touch what isn't yours...damned little... get out of here!" he snarled, coarse white beard nearly trembling with every word, agitated tension practically oozing off the man.

Before he could say anything more, Ambrose slipped out of his way quickly, waving awkwardly as he rushed to regroup. His heart was still pounding from the unexpected interruption and he could still feel that vacant gaze pressed against his spine. Shivering, he wondered what had caused the scientist to become so angry, and why he suddenly felt like something was watching him, even as he entered a separate wing of the research institute altogether.

Description
Please note:
This story was originally posted by PokemonFromHell who has deleted their account. After going through archived Wayback Machine webpages and digging through HTML source code, I have recovered the story in it's entirety and shall post it here on my profile for archival purposes. Do enjoy.

Part 2:

=======
Part One
=======

SCIENCE IS VICTORIOUS.

Flat, unblinking eyes watched as many programmers and technicians gave one another hearty pats on the back while exchanging optimistic and congratulatory conversation.

It was indeed a victory for science. After many years of difficult study and intensive research, this epiphany had illuminated the world of Pokemon and sent shockwaves of awe through trainers and professors alike. The findings, among other scientific advances, were on display at an exposition in one of the several research institutes of the Pokemon world.

Although the appearance of this remarkable creature remained virtually unchanged, the core components of the Pokemon in question were radically different. What had once been only a shade of a living creature was now true flesh and blood.

More or less.

"...And this version is capable of organic processes down to the sub-atomic level. It eats, breathes, sleeps, and breeds just like any other Pokemon. It even gives off warmth. Feel,"

A few curious reporters reached down, stroking the smooth, flat back of the Pokemon, "ooh"ing and "ahh"ing at the feeling of a faint pulse thumping away deep in the chest of the otherwise silent Pokemon.

"Does it speak?"

"Not currently, no...we are still in mid-process of giving it the ability to vocalize. For now we have only been able to remove its programmed speech processes."

"I see,"

"...As I was saying, we have given this Pokemon a new life, enabling it to become sentient and able to think on its own, just as any other Pokemon you might see out in the world-"

"Sir?"

The scientist who was leading the group paused, looking for the source of the voice.
"Yes?"

"Sir," repeated one of the observers, his bright blue eyes acute with wonder and laced with a haze of concern, "Does this self-awareness endanger the Pokemon or others around it? I mean, especially if it should be evolved, because everyone's heard about-"

"There is nothing to worry about," the scientist interrupted him sternly, shaking his head, "Porygon is as stable as ever, especially now that it is a truly living creature. You may put your mind at ease about that. Now...where was I? Oh, yes. We hope that, in time, we'll be able to release Porygon into specific route regions, monitoring it closely to ensure that..."

The voice of the scientist gradually drowned itself out into the background as the blue-eyed student stood still, returning the vacant gaze of the silent Porygon. It seemed to be staring right at him out of one eye, its blocky figure still surprisingly rigid and polygonal in spite of this revolutionary change it had endured. Sidling back toward the Pokemon as the tour group moved on, blue-eyes squatted down beside the waist-high Pokemon with its trademark pink and blue coloration.

"Hi, there," the young man introduced himself, "I'm Ambrose. How are y-...oh...right..." he faltered, laughing weakly. "I forgot...you can't communicate, can you?"

The Porygon just sat there, only slightly tilting its head and watching the young man as he moved.

"Um...Can I...?" Ambrose asked softly, extending a hand toward the front torso, wanting to feel the Pokemon's pulse for himself.

It didn't show any signs of protest, blank stare ever unchanging.

Just as his fingertips came within mere inches of the Porygon's side, Ambrose nearly had a heart attack. A bellowing shout grabbed his attention like a slap in the face.

"HEY! YOU! Back away from there! That's not yours to mess with!"

"I was only- I was...just..." Ambrose stammered, quickly scrambling to his feet, turning to face his new addressee.

"Just nothing!" boomed an older man in a lab coat, storming over and glaring down at Ambrose, "You don't touch what isn't yours...damned little... get out of here!" he snarled, coarse white beard nearly trembling with every word, agitated tension practically oozing off the man.

Before he could say anything more, Ambrose slipped out of his way quickly, waving awkwardly as he rushed to regroup. His heart was still pounding from the unexpected interruption and he could still feel that vacant gaze pressed against his spine. Shivering, he wondered what had caused the scientist to become so angry, and why he suddenly felt like something was watching him, even as he entered a separate wing of the research institute altogether.