THE DIARY OF AMBERTWO
12 years later.
March 1
Dear Diary,
My next birthday is approaching fast. I hope that my father doesn't have anything. well, strange in store. I mean, I love what he does, but I'd rather not get an Eevee that's immune to the evolutionary stones; thank goodness for the newly discovered Espeon and Umbreon.
My dad says that the clones will be awake soon. I know that I'm getting my hopes up, but I hope that I get one. Wouldn't it be cool to get a Pokemon with super-strong abilities? In fact, it's in my top ten list for my birthday present. hey, I can dream!
Standing, Prof. Smith observed the three large Pokemon before him. Venusaurtwo, Charizardtwo, and Blastoisetwo had just awakened from their holding chambers. As they got their bearings, a few assistants came in, dried them off, and led them down a seemingly endless hallway.
Prof. Smith noticed the one Pokemon clone that remained in his tank: Mewtwo. He wouldn't be there for long, though- his size and constant writhing would soon shatter his glass prison.
Mewtwo looked around. ~ Charizard? ~ he called to his friend. ~ Venusaur? Blastoise? Where are you? ~
Suddenly, the walls of his worlds began to close in on him. The air he thought he breathed materialized into a thick liquid. His arms, legs, and tail pressed against him as he seemed to levitate in place. Struggling to break free, he closed his eyes and concentrated.
Without warning, the tube exploded, sending bits of glass through the air like missiles. The liquid splashed against the floor and covered most everything. Mewtwo sat on the base of the tube, opening his eyes carefully so the light didn't get to him.
Immediately, various scientists and assistants gathered around to gawk at this amazing Pokemon. No one had seen such an incredible beast, and here he was- the first of his kind.
Prof. Smith pushed past the crowds. "Mewtwo!" he called to the Pokemon. "Mewtwo! Look over here!"
Once Mewtwo had opened his eyes completely, he looked around and saw the strange being before him. ~ Hello, ~ he greeted, ~ and who may you be? ~
"Pardon all the people here," Prof. Smith apologized as he helped Mewtwo to stand. "You can call me Prof. Smith, and I will be assisting you for your first few months of life."
Mewtwo was perplexed. ~ Don't you want me around after that? ~ he asked.
Chuckling, Prof. Smith led Mewtwo out into a long hallway. "No, no, no!" he contradicted. "Believe me, I wish I could have you here forever, but you belong to my boss, and once you're fully grown I must turn you over to him."
The Pokemon began to stare at the grand works of art on the walls. ~ I suppose that's fine, ~ he agreed, ~ as long as your boss is nice. ~
"Eh, yeah. right," Prof. Smith replied with a nervous chuckle. "Now, I need to show you a few things."
Amber sighed as she laid down on the bed in her small quarters. She'd rather have a nice big room, but this worked just as well. Besides, her father gave her the amount of privacy she deserved, and that's all she cared about.
The young woman opened up a booklet. "Time to check out those new college courses," she said as she skimmed the pages of the packet.
".and this is the hall of excellence," Prof. Smith continued as Mewtwo idly followed behind. "This is mainly where we hang our Bachelor's and Master's Degrees- they prove how smart we are."
Nodding, Mewtwo was distracted by music coming from a nearby room. It was soft and eloquent, so much that it made him think about a bird he recalled. a dove? Yes, that was it. Soft and eloquent, like a mourning dove.
Mewtwo followed the music to its origin, which was a small room. It was nothing special, according to humans, but to him it was a room full of discoveries. All these interesting items. what were they used for, and how would a human use one? So many things to see, and so little time.
Then, Mewtwo noticed a young woman sitting on the bed. She was quite beautiful, and she was certainly quiet. She appeared to be reading something, and being somewhat curious he wanted to know what it was.
Peering over the lady's shoulder, he read an article aloud. ~ Auto shop for experienced mechanics, ~ he read. ~ No entry fee needed. Please phone as soon as you can. ~
The lady looked up and was shocked by the presence of such a large creature. "Oh my goodness," she said, breathing a slow sigh of relief. "Who are you, and why were you reading over my shoulder?"
The Pokemon picked up the booklet that the lady had dropped. ~ Pardon me, ~ he apologized. ~ I'm new, and my manners need much to be desired. My name is Mewtwo. ~
Smiling, the woman shook hands with the Pokemon. "It's nice to meet you," she said, squinting a little. "My name is Ambertwo, but you can call me Amber. pardon me for asking, but do I know you?"
At this point, Mewtwo began to recognize another face as well. ~ Perhaps, ~ he replied. ~ Did we play together when we were. ~
Suddenly, their memories came back. Most of them were vague, but they were memories of each other just the same. Joyfully, they hugged each other. It had been so long!
Prof. Smith walked into the room. "Oh, there you are, Mewtwo," he said. "I believe that you've met my daughter, Ambertwo."
Mewtwo nodded in confirmation. ~ Indeed I have, ~ he responded. ~ Amber, we must see each other again, as soon as we can. ~
Amber nodded. "Don't worry," she said, grinning. "I'm sure we can meet again sometime."
After a few kind gestures were made, Prof. Smith and Mewtwo left for another room, and it wouldn't be as cheerful as this one was.
12 years later.
March 1
Dear Diary,
My next birthday is approaching fast. I hope that my father doesn't have anything. well, strange in store. I mean, I love what he does, but I'd rather not get an Eevee that's immune to the evolutionary stones; thank goodness for the newly discovered Espeon and Umbreon.
My dad says that the clones will be awake soon. I know that I'm getting my hopes up, but I hope that I get one. Wouldn't it be cool to get a Pokemon with super-strong abilities? In fact, it's in my top ten list for my birthday present. hey, I can dream!
Standing, Prof. Smith observed the three large Pokemon before him. Venusaurtwo, Charizardtwo, and Blastoisetwo had just awakened from their holding chambers. As they got their bearings, a few assistants came in, dried them off, and led them down a seemingly endless hallway.
Prof. Smith noticed the one Pokemon clone that remained in his tank: Mewtwo. He wouldn't be there for long, though- his size and constant writhing would soon shatter his glass prison.
Mewtwo looked around. ~ Charizard? ~ he called to his friend. ~ Venusaur? Blastoise? Where are you? ~
Suddenly, the walls of his worlds began to close in on him. The air he thought he breathed materialized into a thick liquid. His arms, legs, and tail pressed against him as he seemed to levitate in place. Struggling to break free, he closed his eyes and concentrated.
Without warning, the tube exploded, sending bits of glass through the air like missiles. The liquid splashed against the floor and covered most everything. Mewtwo sat on the base of the tube, opening his eyes carefully so the light didn't get to him.
Immediately, various scientists and assistants gathered around to gawk at this amazing Pokemon. No one had seen such an incredible beast, and here he was- the first of his kind.
Prof. Smith pushed past the crowds. "Mewtwo!" he called to the Pokemon. "Mewtwo! Look over here!"
Once Mewtwo had opened his eyes completely, he looked around and saw the strange being before him. ~ Hello, ~ he greeted, ~ and who may you be? ~
"Pardon all the people here," Prof. Smith apologized as he helped Mewtwo to stand. "You can call me Prof. Smith, and I will be assisting you for your first few months of life."
Mewtwo was perplexed. ~ Don't you want me around after that? ~ he asked.
Chuckling, Prof. Smith led Mewtwo out into a long hallway. "No, no, no!" he contradicted. "Believe me, I wish I could have you here forever, but you belong to my boss, and once you're fully grown I must turn you over to him."
The Pokemon began to stare at the grand works of art on the walls. ~ I suppose that's fine, ~ he agreed, ~ as long as your boss is nice. ~
"Eh, yeah. right," Prof. Smith replied with a nervous chuckle. "Now, I need to show you a few things."
Amber sighed as she laid down on the bed in her small quarters. She'd rather have a nice big room, but this worked just as well. Besides, her father gave her the amount of privacy she deserved, and that's all she cared about.
The young woman opened up a booklet. "Time to check out those new college courses," she said as she skimmed the pages of the packet.
".and this is the hall of excellence," Prof. Smith continued as Mewtwo idly followed behind. "This is mainly where we hang our Bachelor's and Master's Degrees- they prove how smart we are."
Nodding, Mewtwo was distracted by music coming from a nearby room. It was soft and eloquent, so much that it made him think about a bird he recalled. a dove? Yes, that was it. Soft and eloquent, like a mourning dove.
Mewtwo followed the music to its origin, which was a small room. It was nothing special, according to humans, but to him it was a room full of discoveries. All these interesting items. what were they used for, and how would a human use one? So many things to see, and so little time.
Then, Mewtwo noticed a young woman sitting on the bed. She was quite beautiful, and she was certainly quiet. She appeared to be reading something, and being somewhat curious he wanted to know what it was.
Peering over the lady's shoulder, he read an article aloud. ~ Auto shop for experienced mechanics, ~ he read. ~ No entry fee needed. Please phone as soon as you can. ~
The lady looked up and was shocked by the presence of such a large creature. "Oh my goodness," she said, breathing a slow sigh of relief. "Who are you, and why were you reading over my shoulder?"
The Pokemon picked up the booklet that the lady had dropped. ~ Pardon me, ~ he apologized. ~ I'm new, and my manners need much to be desired. My name is Mewtwo. ~
Smiling, the woman shook hands with the Pokemon. "It's nice to meet you," she said, squinting a little. "My name is Ambertwo, but you can call me Amber. pardon me for asking, but do I know you?"
At this point, Mewtwo began to recognize another face as well. ~ Perhaps, ~ he replied. ~ Did we play together when we were. ~
Suddenly, their memories came back. Most of them were vague, but they were memories of each other just the same. Joyfully, they hugged each other. It had been so long!
Prof. Smith walked into the room. "Oh, there you are, Mewtwo," he said. "I believe that you've met my daughter, Ambertwo."
Mewtwo nodded in confirmation. ~ Indeed I have, ~ he responded. ~ Amber, we must see each other again, as soon as we can. ~
Amber nodded. "Don't worry," she said, grinning. "I'm sure we can meet again sometime."
After a few kind gestures were made, Prof. Smith and Mewtwo left for another room, and it wouldn't be as cheerful as this one was.
