Since you have accessed this file via my psychic meme code, I hope this means you are aware of what came before with my friends.

I am called Jove by my partner, Jin Kiryu. I am part of the artificial Pokemon species, Mewtwo. Long ago, I questioned my worth and existence after my creation like so many others like me. To this day, I wonder if who I felt were other clones or presences I could feel throughout realities as I was in suspended animation. After I left and I hid in Cerulean City's cave, I questioned if I had any worth aside being found by a trainer, including the one who found and obtained me. I don't remember her name or appearance though, only that she had a green aura that I can never forget. Everything else was blurry after we encountered that creature.

I understand people call this being, the MissingNo. Something about it certainly felt missing. When I tried to use my telepathy to speak with it, I could only hear static as if from a poor radio signal. I tried my best to protect my trainer but in our scuffle with this MissingNo., she was gone. As did parts of the world around us. I couldn't tell if I was hallucinating or not but I believe I felt fear and fled back to my sanctuary. The cave was where I wanted to feel safe even if it would not be for long. But as I heard the static again, I tried to calm my mind, instead of a predator I heard the voices of Pokemon that were unfamiliar to my trainer's Pokedex. They were crying out for help, almost begging for someone to find them.

As a Pokemon designed for battling, the empathy I felt in our shared helplessness was overwhelming, especially as I felt an attempt as comfort as painful. It was too much! My power practically exploded out of my body causing my cave to collapse.

As my consciousness faded into the static, I felt the voice of what tried to comfort me again, it was a creature similar to a Pikachu but much larger creature. I could feel the electric attacks and physical prowess it possessed, much stronger than most electric types. Most of the other feelings of Pokemon around me seemed a little scared of it as well. All except an odd feeling that gave me chills, but maybe that had to do with it being a ghost. One that seemed like it was grasping for whatever life it could, everything about its potential seemed so far away. I felt things I did not know I had for these Pokemon and myself from experiencing these feelings, anything to keep the void away.

The other Pokemon felt more conceptual than anything else. Like they were more akin to ideas rather than actual people. Ideas that aren't as strong as others, some also feel disconnected to whatever minds they can reach. As if they needed proof in order to exist. I could certainly feel it from the presence of a family of three electric types purring together as the largest one could not even bring out its voice. These creatures who struggled to survive did so by attaching themselves to the subconsciousness of others. Because now I can never forget them, especially with how they inspired me to survive another day.

As I awoke I found myself back in my cave, and no doubt changed. That is when I met Jin, a person I could communicate easier with because my physical essence seems to have been fending for itself. Now, as much as the concepts of those Pokemon exist in my mind, I now exist in his. In his mind was a curiosity, one that led him to trouble as well as obsession. He too encountered the MissingNo. long ago. Or maybe that was my terror infecting his mind, I honestly couldn't tell. But perhaps it was thanks to my consciousness in that void that I could do more and him more. As if instantaneously moving across the world, I showed him what changed since I was here last. It was easy when I could identify changes by the amount of static that I feel. One that we can never ignore because the MissingNo can never be ignored.

Especially since I could feel the static on my form as well, my body ever mutating in reaction to this new world, I could feel a sense of satisfaction somewhat by looking into the future somewhat from different versions of myself in different forms. And it was affecting Jin as well but from what auras I could feel from him, they didn't feel too connected to him. In fact they didn't look human at all. These crimson auras were in shapes that were unlike humans and Pokemon. They didn't appear to pose a threat, but their very presence made me feel a little uneasy. I could not tell if they were influencing Jin for the better or for worse, only that thanks to their influence, Jin's instincts skyrocketed. Yet they seemed to share our aversion to abominations like the MissingNo., hence why their experiences are shared with Jin and to a smaller degree me.

With this new world and new rules, we decided to work together. Jin wanted to discover the limitations of our reality. Naturally that doesn't just include the physical but how humans govern the world. It is what helped in reverse engineering the familiar item, the Master Ball. With our abilities, it was easy to find the material used in its construction, our only challenge was working around the patent. Jin saw this as a challenge to use the functions for specializations. I on the other hand, could only feel a familiar feeling on how people try to commodify ideas and reject the ones that can turn away the feeling that helped me in that void. I could understand balance, but something about that logic just felt wrong. Not only does it limit potential, it also takes away something to share with others. I could only hope that no one found a way to patent my genetics.

Only for Jin to prove me wrong. Some people managed to utilize my original genetic coding, the kind meant to make me into an emotionless killing machine. It was used to shut off a Pokemon's emotions to focus only on battle, but limits their growth factors exponentially. Their natures were shut off, their reproductive means neutralized until somebody notices their status. A bit of teleportation to the region of Orre and I released my rage. How dare these "Cipher" people try to commodify my trauma onto others. The only reason we didn't succeed was seeing how much this affected Jin.

During battle with some distributors, Jin disarmed some of the peons in a brutally efficient fashion. He even forced two of them to release the Pokemon they put through the process, a Keckleon and Minun. Only once they were released, they lashed out at everyone and everything. Had it not been for our patented Trap Balls that Jin had set up without my notice to recapture them, they would've done more damage. I suppose I should've been glad that Jin is so capable but I can't help but I could feel the static coming from Jin's mind, as if he was becoming something else. It seemed whatever happened gave him a fever, almost like his own body was fighting the change.

I decided that Jin and I should retreat, hiding in a brick built colosseum. We were still in Orre because I felt there was still much to do. Unfortunately, I found my vendetta to be a fool's errand. Some figures had managed to track us down and sent out specially designed "Shadow" Pokemon Castform and Porygon2. Those two were nothing that I could not handle, I even managed to use my abilities to force the peons to destroy their Poke Balls. Just enough time to recapture them despite some rain. Only with the rain coming down did I realize the mistake that I made. As a Whiscash and Wailmer came in causing earthquakes and small floods I failed to notice they were going after Jin. I feared the worst and tried to help my friend only for a Wobbuffet to stand in my way. Some other criminals sent out machines to throw Poke Balls at me in an effort to capture me.

My rage and confusion seemed to have been answered by a glow. Jin had somehow managed to channel one of the figures I saw to swim through the flood instinctively and surprise attack another of the peons. In his fever, he attacked the peon forcing him unconscious. Breaking the ball, the Whiscash went on a rampage. With a distraction made, I was able to find where the Wobbuffet's trainer was. With a Swift attack, I managed to destroy its Poke Ball from the scientist controlling it. Nothing could stop me then from disabling that capture machine. Yet the scientist put his attention on Jin almost pleased to see something. Was he okay with the idea of how their process could potentially affect humans? That infuriated me!

I was too distracted to notice what Jin was doing and for a moment I didn't care. I used my Disable on the scientist, concentrating the effect to his hippocampus. This along with a Hypnosis would allow Jin and I to become a memory to him. As for the rest of the grunts, I could hope seeing Jin attack them would scare them away. Whatever Jin did, we secured more of these Shadow Pokemon. It was a victory of sorts anyway, enough for us to escape.

After our escape Jin was in a coma. I did my best to nurse him without relying too much on my essence in him. But I was busy trying to restore the hearts of the Shadow Pokemon. Nothing, not food, affection, or even mild entertainment stirred them. I was frustrated because it was like looking and judging my past self. Was I always so empty, so obsessed with surpassing what I was designed to be? The only thing that seemed to work was shouting at them with love and concern. So, I managed to transfer some of our new friends to our patented Dual Balls. Their effects of portable daycare centers seemed to have an effect on them. Whatever can help them open their hearts was a form of ecstasy. Inside the balls, the Pokemon and the network grids I manage to build are what allow them to open their hearts completely. I had hoped we could cancel our patent on the Dual Ball and release the designs everywhere. That way, Cipher could be fought easier. But it would've put Jin in more danger of Cipher. So I reluctantly let go of that wish.

When Jin finally woke up, he had no recollection of what happened in Orre; perhaps that was for the best. But I did tell him what I found about accuracy and evasion in terms of how it affected our new friends during their recovery process. That way his mind wouldn't be a total blank slate.

But over the years Jin began to lose direction, like a part of himself was just gone. Most of the time we just wandered through the regions, sometimes finding areas that were under construction like a Battle Park, or finding items that were under development only to be scrapped completely. Having a PokeGear certainly made it easy for us to communicate with others in private. Sometimes we take up residence in buildings that were built below a city's foundations. And less I forget, places that distort time and space. Everything just stood still for us, as if all that really changed were the aesthetics. Jin didn't even notice how much things had changed. Because to him, time had stopped. Instead of improving on a design and evolving from there, we were stuck in a new kind of demon, a falsified sense of nostalgia.

Jin believed in the potential that came with places. One of the reasons I came to call him a friend is that he tries to push his limitations with enthusiasm; to find potential in everything. Through our experiences, I found I like to share ideas and be more than what I was created to be. How much did we sacrifice in chasing a vague dream? Was it even worth it?

But perhaps it's when we noticed some things changing did we rediscover a passion. Through some Eevee, we discovered they uncovered their dormant ability to evolve without environmental factors. The reason they use stones is because their genetics allowed them to adapt to environment so easily. Almost as if they are required to be born in a certain region; as were the case with Magneton to Magnezone. The world was changing and it was time to let go of some parts of the past. That said, I can sense the conflict between what works in the past and what needs to be brought in for more creative risks. Jin himself found himself fond of the Inverse Battles.

But maybe that nostalgia mixing with new discoveries is what lead Jin to his theory. With his Tyrogue experiment and what imprint I left him in terms of focus and accuracy, we found a way to change how people could look at some ways to battle. Not only did we discover Hitmonskeet (name pending) but we also found a way for accuracy to factor in many factors. Hitmonskeet can use Dynamic Punch so accurately, I wonder how confusion would factor further in. Evasion as well as critical hit ratios also favored inward thanks to Farfetch'd and Sirfetch'd. So much discipline in these theories and not enough tests.

Perhaps that was why we reached out to Professor Nishinomori. We needed to know and do more, especially with someone officially in the academic field. We've lived in relative isolation for so long we needed someone to bridge us back into the world around us. As for the evolution assignment he gave us with his out of region Pikachu, I felt something nostalgic when I confirmed there was a final evolution beyond this Raichu form. Yet the professor insisted we go to the region this Raichu came from before doing so. I reluctantly relented as despite my enthusiasm, we were technically still guests.

After days of travel and some training Jin kept the Raichu Ohm in for preparation, we arrived in the region (^(RIU. Being near the equator, it was much warmer. Between Jin and I we could tell storms were coming. There was a valley where thunderstorms frequent. The one that just so happens to have the biggest concentration of Pikachu and another electric type Pokemon. These small kittens were the natural predator of Pikachu feeding on their electricity. They were called Tyker by the locals, and of course, stronger than some of the other electric types of other regions due to their environments. But maybe that has to do with their evolution Straigar. And it's all despite their objectively cute appearances. Hence why this region's variant of Raichu focus more on evasiveness and stamina, as well as use the move Dig. Because what good is dealing with predators when they can pounce and overpower you before you can attack?

Hence the surprise of Ohm's final form: Gorochu. This was the form I felt from the void, a comforting yet strong build to protect others. It's Thunder Stamp isn't just a move for flinching and grappling with others, it can serve as a signal for others to run away. Truly a Pokemon that could change everything. Thankfully Jin was able to get me out of my nostalgia to tell us that we were being watched. By none other than the kings of this valley. Perhaps its form comes in reaction to Gorochu, or maybe the Tykers and Straigar need a protector. In any case we did not overstay our welcome.

So with our "discovery", our group decided to rest at a cold mountain range. We thankfully got a chance to observe a pack of Warwolf, stronger than most other Ice-Types in defense to balance out its attack and speed. But something didn't quite feel right. As we kept going through the region, we kept forgetting its name and some of the other Pokemon we encountered. Finally as we found a place to camp at the mountain, Jin and I felt the static.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP

We don't really know what happened, let alone what happened to Prof. Nishimori. We just felt that familiar static, not the voices crying out but a sound that pierced our minds. Almost as if trying to censor everything we discovered. It didn't feel like the MissingNo. or any of the other similar circumstances of the lost concepts I was familiar with, rather it felt like something trying to dominate our efforts. That those unused concepts belonged to it and nothing else. As it tore through our minds and we lost track of Nishimori and Ohm, Jin opened his mind to me. Inside we found something to resist being erased from our crimson aura friends. We flooded the noise out with ideas that influenced us greatly: traveling directly together with Pokemon, easier storage/communication, stories to tell others about their experiences to make encounters memorable, taking risks that no one thought of before. We managed to confront this force on its fallacies as well, so instead of being consumed we were transported somewhere else.

Now Jin and I live in this region called the Kaskade Region where we make contact with a few interesting people. In fact, we found ourselves intrigued by the presence of a Pokemon called Tofrug. But sometimes Jin goes out on his own to meditate. It's why he hasn't gone back to research or trying to enjoy himself. With that presence still felt, we are always at risk. He wants to feel like he's not completely helpless. But I still feel the static coming off of him.