Chapter 8-The Lab
Early on the next day, the dictator had received a call to visit Czasuko City's Biochem Research Facility. The lab building was amassed with electrical wires, glass tubes full of fluids, the sounds of circuitry, and blinking lights. O'Hair was joined by the General and the facility's various scientists.
Sci1: Welcome to the Czasuko Biochem Research Facility. We top the world in nuclear and genetic research! (O'Hair munches on fried onion rings) Dear Leader, I would advise against the consumption of fried foods in this laboratory as there are all kinds of hazards that food could—
O'Hair: Who's the dictator here?
Sci1: (gulps) My apologies, my Dear Leader. Anyway, we looked over the reports from the research of Dr. Fujii to get an idea on how to create the perfect Pokemon. As the Mew embryo was synthesized, the egg was bombarded with Gamma rays emitted by a sample of Uranium-232.
Gen. Weavile: But their Pokemon was uncontrollable.
Sci1: That could have been explained by trying to clone many organisms at a time. Dr. Fujii was also trying to clone the Kanto starters, Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle, along with his daughter who died as a child, with Mewtwo. The other clones died before they could be finished. Mewtwo was the sole survivor and perhaps, he may have absorbed the life essence from the failed clones. That may have affected his controllability. Perhaps if the Pokemon was cloned alone, it would be easier to control.
O'Hair: I suppose that's reasonable. After all, you pursue a real science instead of pseudo-crap like "intelligent design" or "creation." (O'Hair gags)
Sci1: Anyway, Felicia and Brüno stopped by earlier and delivered the DNA. We have already started the cloning process by implanting the DNA into the egg. The U-232 bombarding has already commenced.
O'Hair: Yadda, yadda, yadda—How long will this take?
Sci1: That is the bad news. It will take 6 years for the clone to be completed.
O'Hair: WHAT THE F*CK?! (everyone in the lab shudders in fear of O'Hair from her scream)
Sci1: To assure the Pokemon comes out stable, the process must take no less than 6 years!
O'Hair: (grumbling) I suppose I can wait for 6 years…
Gen. Weavile: Wise choice, Dear Leader.
O'Hair: General, I have an assignment for you, Brüno, and Felicia. Please call them now.
Gen. Weavile: Yes, Dear Leader. (calls Brüno and Felicia on phone) Hello? Our Dear Leader wants to talk with us. Please teleport here. Okay? See ya! (hangs up) They will be here any moment now!
Narrator: The room flashed and the two accomplices appeared.
Felicia and Brüno: Yes, Dear Leader?
O'Hair: Glad to see you three here. Here's my assignment. This one village has resisted my will for a long time. It is by the border and it is called Mewuskovia. I need that village in order to own everything above the 75˚ North latitude on PokeEarth. I will not own the entire northern continent, but I will someday. But let us start with above 75˚ north. Anyway, Mewuskovia was all that was left. So anyway, you three will be diplomats to our People's Republic and you will try to convince the Aura Guardian, Ivan, to join us. Get him to adapt Communism and to submit to the will of Saru!
Brüno: How far is Mewuskovia?
O'Hair: It is about a four day walk toward the Southwest.
Felicia: We could just teleport there.
O'Hair: That would not be advisable. Mewuskovia is kinda "old style." They do not encourage advanced technology. They are about where Earth was in 1998 AD. They are also very conservative and tend to be hostile towards us "lefties".
Felicia: Yes, Dear Leader. We shall walk.
O'Hair: The Mewuskovians are a rather peaceful group. But they can be rather secretive. Do not bring weapons. They will lash out on you guys after seeing us as a threat. We want to appear as appealing as possible to them so they might want to join.
Gen. Weavile: We could just destroy them, couldn't we?
O'Hair: Absolutely! But I would rather have more people under submission to me rather than having more dead opposition. Besides, I may be able to harness the Aura Guardian's powers to take over the entire world!
Brüno: Yes, Dear Leader. We would love to see you rule this world, maybe even the universe!
O'Hair: Please be off! Leave by tonight!
All 3: Yes, Dear Leader!
Narrator: The three diplomats left that evening, eager to help the dictator conquer the Northern Continent.