I'm different. It's that simple, I'm not like any other Pokémon. Do you want to know why? I'm a clone. I'm a stinking human's experiment made into reality.

No, I was a little harsh there, my leader made the machine that brought me to life and I should never doubt or question his doings. After all he has done for me and us…

But even so, I'm a clone. I wasn't blessed like regular Pokémon with a mother or father or even a family. Pokémon can say that they have no family, but their pain is nothing compared to mine: My first memory was emerging from a tube! My ears are even different marked than all other Pikachu. I'm singled out further by my own pelt!

Regular Pokémon are free to live as and where they please, while I and my clone friends have to live in secrecy. We aren't fully accepted as Pokémon. We were made.

My family is made up of other clone Pokémon, though most of them are dull and obedient –the result of being so closely replicated with their originals. They are programmed to obey their masters like their human-friendly originals. But Meowthtwo and I are different from them. We are Mewtwo's right and left-hand men. We have creative capacities, though I don't think that I get to help as much as I like.

I'm a general. I fight. I lead fellow cloned Pokémon to fight for what is ours. We ought to have rights that all normal Pokémon have! I'm not a pansy; I will fight! What annoys me further is that even when we are attacked, our fearless leader –the most powerful Pokémon of our region—runs. He flipping runs from danger. If I was leader I would teach all foes a lesson and shock them to charred remains.

But no, Mewtwo is a kind and selfless Pokémon. When I first met him, he was a warrior that wanted us clones to be considered superior. We fought our originals under his paw and did our best. (Don't even get me started on my pacifist original. Just don't!) Then a human sacrificed his life for his Pokémon, and the act changed our war-leader into a timid and secretive –not to mention wise and caring—Pokémon that wanted peace.

I really admire Mewtwo and all, but he needs to show some more backbone. I could lead the clone group. When danger calls we need a warrior, not a caring father. We need to have the privileged fear us!

And yet, I can't hate Mewtwo. He's a psychic Pokémon and has incredible intelligence. I listen to what he says because he is wise and respected. I might not like his newer pacifist ideals, but I can't try to become the leader over him. What he does he does with reason and wit.

Perhaps living in secrecy, living as the moon instead of the sun, is better for us clones. We are abominations to the natural world: and artificial soul. They may have advantages for their lifestyle and rights, but we are super-clones. We are genetically enhanced, though seemingly as strong physically against our originals. The natural Pokémon of the world ought to revere us instead of driving us out. Well if they can't recognize a good thing when they see it, then they should be punished.

And I can't help wondering what makes a clone like me and my 'family' so different in the first place. Why can't we be accepted? Is artificially-made life less than natural-born life? How? Not even our leader can come up with an answer, which annoys and depresses me.

But I can't show any-clone that I feel depressed, I'm strong and a fighter. I will zap you to oblivion if you say that I don't deserve a place to live, friends to have, or even life itself. And if being a clone is so different that I can't be accepted, and then I'll take pride in the fact.

I'm different. I'm different because I'm a super-clone. You have a problem with that?