Filling the Pokedex, Ella's Travels through Kanto
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First of all, thank you so much for checking out this story! I hope I can keep it going well! This is the first write through of this story, so I've skimmed through for errors, but I haven't done much else to it besides that. If I ever edit/add any significant changes to this chapter I'll state so on my profile, and I'll also probably put a note in the Author's note for the next chapter I update.
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This story is partially inspired by the theory that Pokemon originated from mutations as a result of a nuclear world war.
I do not own Pokemon. In case you thought I did for whatever reason.
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Prologue
"You know I don't agree with this." A male voice said sternly. The lab was dark, as the lights were dimmed for the procedure. There was a large glass tube toward the front of the room, and there was a small blob floating inside, connected to countless wires and monitors. Several screens and computers lined the walls of the room, each projecting different graphs of data.
The man who had spoken was a bald, middle-aged man. He signed and looked away from the creature inside the tube. "We're messing with forces here we shouldn't be tampering with. We don't know what we're creating here."
"This is the first specimen that's survived passed the second developmental stage. If we can successfully recreate this creature, we can learn the secrets behind the mutation of the animals as a result of the radiation." A second man said. He appeared to be around the same age as the first man, if not a few years younger. He grew a well maintained dark mustache, with equally dark hair, cut short in a military buzz cut.
"What about the other surviving specimen?" The first man said looking irritated.
"They're stable as far as the monitors have shown, but they're otherwise useless to our assignment. I've decided to send one to a researcher who's more adept to studying their specific abilities."
The first man sighed again and rubbed his bald head nervously "I still don't think this is a good idea. We should be respecting these creatures, not experimenting on them. I just feel like there's a better way of going about this."
"We were given a job to do. This is important research, and thinking about the morality of it is just going to get in our way. The program's ready." The second man said suddenly turning his attention to one of the screens. "I'm running the procedure, now are you going to assist me, or not?"
The first man signed, and he made his way to a computer on the other side of the room. "Alright, run the program. I'm ready." His tone was bleak, as he typed in the DNA coding sequence.
There just had to be a better way.