I found my self staring at my computer screen, sobbing. Why was I sobbing, you might ask? I owned my own company. I was surrounded by gene splicing equipment. I was in biological engineering heaven. Yet I found myself more pathetic than a freaking Magikarp.
I was sobbing because our competitors at Asteria Tech were doing things the devil wouldn't approve of. Pokémon and human chromosomes were never meant to mix.
"Hey, you okay, kiddo?" one of my assistants asked.
For a brief moment in between sniffles, I laughed a bit. "Hey Clara."
"Listen," she continued. "I know how hard being the CEO of a company is at fifteen, although you might not admit it. Just know we're all here for you, okay?"
"Thanks, Clara. I just need to be alone right now."
"Sorry to hear about Amelia," she said as she left the room.
Amelia was kidnapped by Asteria Tech. No one can prove it, of course. She's been missing for weeks. No doubt she was subject to a horrifying experiment.
"Saur, Bulbasaur!" I heard from behind me. I turned around to see my Bulbasaur stuck in a heating grate. Through my tears, I chuckled for a moment. Then, I strolled over and tugged him out.
The little green guy started patting across my lab floor, knocking over tables and pulling chords out of their sockets. I laughed again, then spent a couple minutes trying to catch it.
"Saur! Saur! Saur!" he yelped, until I had him in my lap and was gently stroking his bulb. Then he relaxed and closed his eyes.
"Oh, Bulbasaur," I said, speaking softly to myself more than the Pocket Monster in front of me. "What do I do now?"