The body of the porygon2 remained unmoving. The rotom seeing this, started to curse at himself for using too much power.

"You idiot! How could you be so stupid as to fuck up something this important!? Ugh… this entire thing was a waste of my time… And now I have literally no idea what to do!" As the rotom kept on ranting to himself the porygon2 was regaining its normal eye color. It slowly began to get up and was now floating.

"Ugh...What...What happened? Scanning memory logs for possible info." The porygon2 thought out loud. Seeming to not of noticed the rotom yet. But when it spoke the rotom certainly noticed it.

"H-Hey!" The rotom exclaimed without thought. The porygon2 instantly noticed the rotom and moved closer. The rotom was a bit overwhelmed. He didn't know what to say. Well, he did. He just didn't know what order to ask questions in. The porygon2 just stared. Waiting for the rotom to speak. This didn't help ease the tension at all. In fact it made it even worse.

"A-Are you okay?" The rotom asked, his voice cracking in the process. He hoped that was a good way to start a conversation. He hadn't interacted with anyone socially. Or at least to his knowledge. He might've talked to others in his previous life.

"Okay. Okay is a vague statement. I believe you meant to ask if my physical and mental status is working properly. And to answer your question. Yes. Everything is working properly now." The porygon2 replied devoid of emotion. It was clear whoever programmed this pokemon put a personality for them as an afterthought. Despite this the rotom smiled. Perhaps amused by the bluntness of the other pokemons reply.

"Heh, I can already tell you don't have a single funny bone in your body." The rotom commented on offhandedly. Not expecting the porygon2 to reply.

"I don't have any bones, especially one or more humerus'. But this word you used… Funny? It is another word for humor. Which causes laughter, and that stirs a living flesh holds emotions. I bring this information up to notify you I have only recently been updated, my program now allows me to feel emotion. But. Emotion is something that must be taught not programmed correct?"

"Gee you never stop talking do you? But yeah i guess emotions can be taught." The rotom responded seeming to grow more comfortable around this pokemon. It seemed his true personality was starting to shine.

"You... guess? Well then... It's good you and I think the same way. Because I want to ask you something. Will you teach me how to feel emotion?" The porygon2 asked so blunt and suddenly the rotom was caught off guard. In fact he seemed speechless. But he began to recover quickly from the shock.

"Yeah… I'll teach you how to feel. IF. And only if you help me out with something myself." The rotom spoke trying to sound charming. Hoping the pokemon will take up the deal with him.

"Of course. Even if I wasn't getting anything in return, I am programmed to make morally right decisions." The porygon2 continued to reply as bluntly as ever. Which made it hard for the rotom not to laugh since he found it rather funny.

"Gee THANKS." The rotom replied sarcastically rolling his eyes in the process. Just then a thought occured in his brain that he hadn't thought of until then.

"By the way… What's your name?" The rotom asked trying to play it off cool but was actually a bit embarrassed he hadn't asked sooner.

"I do not have one. Do you have a name?" The rotom was a bit caught off guard by the other pokemons question. He didn't remember his name from his former life. But he couldn't admit he didn't have one. He needed to think of something fast.

"My name is uh… uh… Mal...ware… Yes! Malware! That's my name!" The rotom exclaimed proud of his "quick" recovery. The porygon2 seemed confused by the rotoms strange reply. Malware noticed and decided to shift the focus onto the porygon2.

"But uh… You still need a name correct? How about I call you...Data!?" Malware asked wondering if the porygon2 liked it.

"Data...Yes that could work. Alright. I have updated my data bank. From this day onward I shall be known as Data and you will be known as Malware." Data stated feeling strange. They shook it off as they could not define the feeling. But it was progress. They were feeling.

Just then a loud scream had been made outside of the bunker. It was so loud it echoed into said bunker.

"W-What was that!?" Malware asked out of fear from the unknown source of the scream.