I had a dream. A long, peaceful dream. Then I woke, and forgot. It would have stayed forgotten, if I hadn't been so scared.
Bright lights. Thick liquid sliding over raw skin. A numb, floating feeling. My heart thundering in my chest. Raised voices, speaking from far away. And right in front of me, a street, a park, a home dissolving into nothingness.
Ambertwo's remember place was crumbling, and so was she.
"It feels like... it's time... to say goodbye."
"Goodbye?" I echoed. This felt familiar. Like something I had seen before. "I feel... something... what is this?"
I meant what is happening?, but she heard what are these?. Even mind-to-mind, communication is difficult. And so she spent her last moments explaining to me what tears were, while I tried to get a grasp on my situation.
"My daddy used to tell me a bedtime story..."
Where was I? In a tube, something told me, dreaming shared dreams. The remember place was crumbling because it wasn't real – just the construct of two powerful psychics who had yet to be born. It was a thought. A wish. A hope, passed down from the first Amber to the second, and now, to me.
"...that when Pokemon are sad...and they cry...their tears are full of life."
Something wet splashed over my phantom cheek. Was I crying? I must have been. Even though my body was motionless and already soaking wet, my mind had conjured up the illusion of tears. I should say something. I should do something, before it was too late. Instead, I floated there, silent, trying to remember my name.
I'd had one once. I knew it. But the syllables slipped through my fingers. Ambertwo was still fading – only her upper body was left now. Something that couldn't even remember its name had no right to ask her to stay.
Ambertwo gave me a shaky smile. "I have to go."
"Why?" I burst out. "Don't leave me!"
"I don't know," she said, "but it's all right. Thank you for caring about me... and don't cry, Mewtwo."
The whole world stopped moving. Or at least, what was left of it. Mewtwo. The name echoed deep in my consciousness. I knew that name. I had known that name for a long time. For the first time since my bewildering awakening, I was able to see myself. I was a creature split in two. The cut was not neat or even, but it was clear. Most of me was myself – Mewtwo, Ambertwo's friend, the sad little psychic with purple hands and a tail I could just make out in the corner of my eye. The rest of me was... someone else.
Had been someone else, I should say. That part didn't feel as bright or solid as the other part did. Memories existed, but no active thoughts, not even when I thought about myself. If I had to make a metaphor, I would compare it to footprints – the echo of someone who was now gone.
Gone. Like my friends were.
Like Ambertwo would be soon.
As if I would let that happen.
A burning heat flooded through me, scorching the cobwebs from my thoughts. Mewtwo. I was Mewtwo.
. Squirtletwo. Bulbasaurtwo. Charmandertwo. They had already vanished. And now, Ambertwo was fading away before my eyes. I grabbed at her with hands that held no substance, seeking the illusion of touch. When our projections connected, I felt only the shudder of failing lungs and the sickening pull of a nervous system already shutting down.
She gave me a shaky smile. "You should be happy. You're alive, and life is wonderful."
With those words, she was gone. I stared helplessly at the space where she had been for a long moment.
It feels like it's time to say goodbye, she had said.
"No," I told her, though she could no longer hear me. "It isn't. You're not going anywhere."
Without a second of hesitation, I dove into those dead thoughts. A lifetime of ideas unravelled before me. . So when I reached out to Ambertwo's fading, dying mind, it wasn't in a clumsy attempt to fix a failing body. I sank into her brain and poured energy into it – enough to keep her conscious a little longer, even as her heart stopped – and watched the patterns of electrons dance. Once I had the pattern down, I coiled myself around those fragile electrical impulses and copied them.
Five minutes before complete braindeath. It shouldn't have been enough. But when I withdrew from Ambertwo's empty body, I held a small orb of thought in my hands.
Neither my hands nor the orb were real – they were simply visual projections of concepts too abstract for a baby psychic to fully comprehend. But as I curled myself protectively around my prize, I understood what I had done. I hadn't failed. I hadn't saved her, but I hadn't failed. Ambertwo's body had been unsalvageable, but the physical form didn't matter. What mattered was the beautiful flicker of bio-electricity which produced awareness. Perhaps this current could be described as the 'soul.'
I wasn't skilled enough to keep Ambertwo awake inside myself, but that didn't matter, either. She was here with me.
a pull
something was trying to pull her away from me
I curled tighter around her, bringing my tail up and over my nose. A silly gesture, but it made me feel better as I drifted into a doze. More concealed. More in control.
Inside the orb, pulsing gently against my fingers, Ambertwo's mind slept on even as the pull started to get stronger
"Doctor, Mewtwo's brainwaves are dropping at an alarming rate. "
"Yes, doctor. We've got a major abnormality in the brainwaves, Possibly just a side effect of having been manipulating Ambertwo's brain when her heart failed.. bi
ut I guess it will be okay" a voice forced with hope suggested
"Okay? Nothing is okay! My Amber is gone forever."
"Doctor..."
Something rattled. The sound of a person, standing up and walking toward me.
"You... you tried to save her, didn't you? Your eyes were glowing. You kept her brain working after multiple organ failure set in."
A strange noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
"...You can't leave, Mewtwo you can't die ..." his pleaded "-because The most powerful Pokemon. Created under the order of Giovanni. A psychic powerful enough to end the world."
But I didn't need to end the world. My world was already disappearing
...
" Doctor Mewtwo h-he's...gone"
It was cold.
That was the first thing that came to her mind.
Her body was cold.
The world, through the aqueous lenses of her cultivation tank, was cold.
However, the confusion and loneliness in her heart, unaware of the reason why they existed, or even what those feelings truly were...
Yes, that is where it was coldest.
Out of instinct she powered the unknown force within herself. Placing both hands on the glass, she wished for the result of 'destruction'. The energy flowing inside his body found the intended outlet and instantly flooded through his palms.
Having understood what mineral the glass he was touching was made from, the unknown power transformed a way that allowed for the smallest amount of 'destruction' required. Light filled his hands... and the reinforced glass burst into pieces as though it were a weak piece of wood.
At the same time, her body was pushed out of the tank and came into contact with the world which she should have been isolated from. Broken glass ripped into her back as she was thrust into this small passageway - and into the real world.
Something hurt... something felt wrong. her chest itched and she tried to open his mouth only to find that she could not - there was some sort of breathing mechanism shoved into it. Pulling it out, she once again took in a breath.
"Ahh...!" it choked. It felt as though herthroat had been lit on fire and her lungs convulsed as she breathed in the incredibly thick air around her
she slowly moved forward. using her elbow to raise her upper body. Then, her feet touched the ground. His feeble ankles were screaming at him, but he ignored the pain and steadily stretched his knees
weak legs gave way and she fell miserably.
" M-mew " out of desperation she tapped into the unknown energy again
A warm tingling sensation ran throughout her body
Slowly the glass fragments fell out of her body as her wounds closed up and her breathing stabalized as she stood on her legs
In curiosity, she looked around.
Lining the sterile hallway were cultivation tanks, the very same that she was just in. In the first tank she really focused on, there was a a child,asmall girl floating in it, seemingly asleep she had brown hair and fair skin. She was pretty, she decided.
In the tank next to that one, there was another girl. She too had brown hair and fair skin. They looked identical.
The tank next to that one, that same girl was there.
The tanks carrying the same girl grew in number, from dozens, to hundreds, to eventually thousands.
She did not know how to think about what she saw.
Unknown to her all their fate were now depending on her the newly born clone who had just taken her first step
