[Pokémon MVGS] Hardware
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teamflareTitle: Hardware
Fandom: Pokémon Main Video Game Series
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Summary: The world buzzes to life.
Notes: Written forpokepodproject! Inspired by this Pokédex entry: Using the most advanced technologies, scientists finally succeeded in making the first artificial Pokémon.
AO3 Link: Here. Podfic Link: Here.
The world buzzes to life. It blinks into existence all at once: beige walls and grey tiles, machinery that whirs softly in the background, air that tastes and smells like electricity. These are things it knows, even at birth, because these are things that have been coded into it by its creators.
It turns its head. The sensation is unexpected. It slots into its new position shakily, like it's not sure that it fits there. The room around it turns it, or so it seems. A being dressed in white looks at it with an expression that it's been taught to call "wonder."
"We did it!" the being – a male human, one of its creators whose face is stored in the data that compose it – says. "It's real! I can't believe it!"
Human language is made out of sounds that are given meaning by humans themselves. It can understand it because it was given that meaning, though it has not been granted the ability to communicate back. Instead, it beeps. Once, twice, a series of high-pitched noises that it doubts the humans will be able to understand. Still, it wants to try, though it can't find the reason behind that desire in its database.
"We really did it," another human says. She stands behind her colleague, her eyes like two shiny jewels behind the lenses of her glasses. She pushes them higher up her nose with her fingers, and it can see that she's trembling. "It's responding to us. Hello!"
A greeting. It beeps again, to show that it understands, and slides its head around to scan more of the room. There are more humans there, a few still sitting at their decks, most of them standing, all sporting that same expression. It beeps two more times, for good measure.
"Welcome to your new world, Porygon!" another human greets it. It remembers the name – a latter addition, once they'd become more confident in its code and wanted more than a keyword to refer to it – yet hearing it is different from finding it while scouring for data. "We hope you enjoy it! There's so much more for you to learn out here!"
It seems impossible that there could be more data to absorb, when there's already so much stored inside of it. Porygon beeps again, and rises until it reaches the ceiling, the top of its head bumping against it. The physicality of the world it's now in unsettles it for a few seconds before that newfound dread is replaced with eagerness.
As long as there is more knowledge to gather, there will be something for Porygon to do. New places to see, new people to meet, new moves to master. It tilts forward, aiming for the floor, and stops short of crashing into a chair, provoking a few gasps and cries of alarm from his creators.
For now, it'll learn to exist in the physical world. One step at a time.
Fandom: Pokémon Main Video Game Series
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Summary: The world buzzes to life.
Notes: Written for
pokepodproject! Inspired by this Pokédex entry: Using the most advanced technologies, scientists finally succeeded in making the first artificial Pokémon.AO3 Link: Here. Podfic Link: Here.
The world buzzes to life. It blinks into existence all at once: beige walls and grey tiles, machinery that whirs softly in the background, air that tastes and smells like electricity. These are things it knows, even at birth, because these are things that have been coded into it by its creators.
It turns its head. The sensation is unexpected. It slots into its new position shakily, like it's not sure that it fits there. The room around it turns it, or so it seems. A being dressed in white looks at it with an expression that it's been taught to call "wonder."
"We did it!" the being – a male human, one of its creators whose face is stored in the data that compose it – says. "It's real! I can't believe it!"
Human language is made out of sounds that are given meaning by humans themselves. It can understand it because it was given that meaning, though it has not been granted the ability to communicate back. Instead, it beeps. Once, twice, a series of high-pitched noises that it doubts the humans will be able to understand. Still, it wants to try, though it can't find the reason behind that desire in its database.
"We really did it," another human says. She stands behind her colleague, her eyes like two shiny jewels behind the lenses of her glasses. She pushes them higher up her nose with her fingers, and it can see that she's trembling. "It's responding to us. Hello!"
A greeting. It beeps again, to show that it understands, and slides its head around to scan more of the room. There are more humans there, a few still sitting at their decks, most of them standing, all sporting that same expression. It beeps two more times, for good measure.
"Welcome to your new world, Porygon!" another human greets it. It remembers the name – a latter addition, once they'd become more confident in its code and wanted more than a keyword to refer to it – yet hearing it is different from finding it while scouring for data. "We hope you enjoy it! There's so much more for you to learn out here!"
It seems impossible that there could be more data to absorb, when there's already so much stored inside of it. Porygon beeps again, and rises until it reaches the ceiling, the top of its head bumping against it. The physicality of the world it's now in unsettles it for a few seconds before that newfound dread is replaced with eagerness.
As long as there is more knowledge to gather, there will be something for Porygon to do. New places to see, new people to meet, new moves to master. It tilts forward, aiming for the floor, and stops short of crashing into a chair, provoking a few gasps and cries of alarm from his creators.
For now, it'll learn to exist in the physical world. One step at a time.