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Sgt. Ash Chewston was floored. The simple looking wad of paper he held in is bare hands was filled to the absolute brim with Pokemon information: Element, type, height, weight, techniques, evolution, flavor text stolen from the once popular television series, even pronunciation. Vivid color images accompanied each massive block of text, each monster given several rendered mug shots and a real life photo or two.

Ash didn't have to ask why Vivian had handed him this wealth of Pokemon knowledge; he knew the answer. The government had obviously decided to play of his emotions, to get him to slaughter the Pokemon without getting their own, pompous hands dirty. This Pokemon index was only proof of the fact; equipped with this plethora of information Ash couldn't be stopped by any Pokemon known to man. He would soon learn every strength and every weakness; every move and its counter.

A cold, leaden determination settled over him. He knew he was being manipulated. He knew he might get himself killed trying to wage a personal war against all the Pokemon, but his anger was all consuming. Glyxork had armed him, now he just had to figure out how to use the weapon.

#01 Bulbasaur

Pronunciation: Bul-buh-sore

Element: Grass/Poison

Type: Seed

Height: 2'4"

Weight: 15 lbs

Techniques: ...

And so he forged on, soaking in every ounce of information he could stash inside his head. The afternoon and evening hours wasted away, yet Ash refused to fix himself any sort of meal until he had completely and utterly absorbed every tidbit, useful or not. By the time his clock read 3 : 00 am, however, he had worked himself into an unconscious stupor.