Disclaimer! I don't own Pokémon

And about this story; it will be short, about 2-3 chapters long.

Warning! Late chapters will contain, rape, pokemon x pokemon, male x male. Don't say I didn't warn you.


Summary:

For years humans have studied Pokemon behaviors, but even so, they haven't gotten much reliable information. But when two self proclaimed scientists, Max Hondelfsson, and his co-assistant Jack Riverway made a discovery, that is able to change the very essence that makes you what you are. Namely, they discovered how to manipulate cells in living. And with that they could even observe the pokemons like never before.

Chapter 1

The workplace where the two did their studies and discoveries was no other than Hondelfsson's house. Jack's house was too small for all the equipment they had purchased and self made. The house, Max's house wasn't so big either but the cellar was amazingly big and perfect for all the needs.

The cellar was square in appearance and the walls were gray in color. The floor was heavily constricted with cables that ran across from machines to other one. That of course made a little hard to move around but they didn't have time to fix that for now.

As for the machines, most of them analyzed cells and how they worked, co-operated together, and formed. They were also connected to central computer which controlled all the machines and outputted results.

Jack rose up from his bed, after he heard his annoying ring-tone. He stroked his lazy eyes from their slumber and answered the cellphone on his left hand now.

"Riverway." He answered to phone, and slightly sighed in tiredness.

"What's taking so long?" Came an question without a name, but he recognized the voice belonging to Max.

"Shit, it's the early morning Max." He told him, and with swift head movement he glanced the wall clock, 11:00 AM, well, not so early but he wasn't so motivated to get up yet.

"Fuck that, I'm making new discoveries even now without you. So, bring your ass here before I come there."

Jack recalled the last time he did came over to wake him up. The horrifying wake-up-electrified call he got from Max's taser while he was still sleeping on bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming just wait a little bit." And then Jack closed his cellphone.

He walked to his wardrobe cabinet and pullet it open, full of many clothes but his personal favorite was white and black combination, the lower part being black and upper white. Very unusual combination but he liked it.

He finished putting clothes on and slide his cellphone back pocket of trousers before darting off to kitchen for fast breakfast: Toasted bread with freshly made coffee. The budget was, after all, very tight.

Max's basement

Max typed few sentences to central computer, making it hum and flash yellow light, indicating workload it was processing.

'We are so close now.' Max thought. After all these years they have done, they have actually gotten some real results finally. And that fueled Max's motivation.

Writing algorithms, obtaining different kind of cells from humans and pokemons, and lastly analyzing all the data. It had taken first years just writing the algorithms to analyze and simulate the cells, how they worked. But they had finally done it. They cracked secrets within the cells and now it's just final adjustments, like analyzing final parts of neural system cells.

Black machines hummed in sync all around Max. He was happy, no, more than happy, he were in bliss. If anything would go as planned he and Jack would get famous. Max could see it, "This year's science trophy goes to Max Hondelfsson and Jack Riverway! Give applauds for them!" He could see it in non distant future.

Max paced between the machines and doubled checked them just in-case. There had been, not often though, malfunctions because overheating and etc. And he didn't any of that on his way.

Ring!

Max noticed the ring and hopped over the cables to get to stairs that lead up. With few paces Max walked to his house front door and opened the door without wasting anytime.

It was Riverway that stood there. His brown hair combed backwards and his strange white and black clothes combination. "Come in." Max motioned. Jack obediently walked in and closed door behind. They both went to cellar immediately.

"So," Jack began, "how far are we now?"

Max was again typing with the central computer. "95 percent, Jack." He said.

"95-What! How that is even possible! Last time we weren't even 70 percent." Exclaimed Jack. 'Unless...' Jack thought to himself.

"Max, when was the last time you rested?." Jack queried.

"Um, it was, about 2 to 3 three days ago perhaps." Answered Max while typing.

"Holy fuck Max! Go and take a rest for fucks sake! I don't want to drag your ass to hospital because of this."

"Not now, when we are so close. It will be done today! I'm sure of it!"

Jack scratched his neck, "Fuck, okay, if we can do the last 5 percent today, but then you will rest if we get this done today or not!"

Max agreed and they both started working. Jack jumped between machines and checked very often them. Max on other hand typed with central computer, inputted commands and new algorithms with little help he got from Jack.

The black machines, or more specific manner PCS-150's were constructed by Jack and Max, but mostly Jack as he was ex-employer in factory that produced computers for common use. So Jack had experience to build computers and Max saw it as a good thing, asked to work with him. And Jack ended working with Max, but he still sometimes searches for new job.

As for the word PCS-150 comes from is simply Processing Support. The number after that is just pretty much random, they thought just PCS sounded too boring so they added that, and if they were update them, then it would actually be helpful, as they could increase or change the number. Jack and Max noticed that only later.

"Jack, help me with this one will ya." Max said.

Jack checked PCS-150's fan coolers behind the black casing, and when he was done with it he went to help Max.

"What's up?" He asked, watching central computer's monitor.

"I can't come up with solution to this problem. How I can search specific data in this cell and other cell and compare these two?"

"Hm... You could access the database and pull the information from there, and use that one algorithm which compares data the way you input certain modifiers."

"Of course! Damn, this tiredness is getting on me. Would you bring some coffee, Jack?"

Jack brought his cellphone out and checked the time, 9:00 PM. Night time, but their work had proceeded forwards few percent, making 95 to 98 percent now. He slide it back to pocket and jumped over the cables to get to stairs. He sprinted up the stairs and headed to kitchen straightaway. He too, was also tired, and what was better waking up than coffee.

After countless cups of coffee and work with PCS-150s and central computer, they were doing the last analyzing, that's what Max told to Jack. The cursed neural system had taken more time to analyze than the others but it was about to be done.

Beep!

"Jack! it's fucking done!" Max jumped in air once. "Told you we could do it! It's finally done, Jack!"

Jack sighed in tiredness but nevertheless answered to Max. "That's good because the clock is..." He brought yet again his cellphone to his sight, which indicated the time, 1:00 AM.

"Oh man, we should take a rest, the clock is 1:00 AM right now."

"That doesn't sound a bad idea." Max said, before he collapsed on ground.

"Whoa! Max you alright?" Jack pushed Max body but got nothing out of him. "Shit, I told you take a rest and now look at you."

But Max's snore relieved Jack, he was okay but just sleeping now. Now it was up to Riverway to decide what to do with Max.

'Should I drag him to his own bed?' He thought once, but discarded that thought. 'Nah, I leave him on that spot and I take his bed; yeah, sounds good.' He left Max's basement and jogged to Max's bedroom, and jumped on to very soft cushioned bed.

"You totally deserve to sleep in there!" He yelled, as he was sure Max couldn't get up or even wake right now. Jack still remembered the damned taser experience, and he couldn't think nothing better payback than letting Max sleep on hard ground. The basement wasn't cool or chilly because PCS-150s; pretty much other way around. So he had no worry about Hondelfsson being frozen corpse in morning.