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"Mmm. Yeah." There had to be some way to get ahold of some of Giovanni's shit in working condition. "But whatever he's got, doesn't seem like it runs on normal electricity. Could you detect that shit? Like, tell someone had a bit of shadow or a bit of radiance on them? Or if they had a gizmo...

"What, you think maybe there was shit in here, but it self-destructed or something?" Or maybe got eaten up by the shadow or whatever was supposed to be powering it. "It looks more or less like what I'm used to, I guess, aside from missing a battery and, you know, all the bits that actually make...

"Huh." Nate poked at the shield device, clicking the front button and poking his fingers into the empty cavity inside. "So there ain't any, like, wires or nothing?" There had to be somewhere, right? "Is this made outta one of those materials you mentioned before, like for holding radiance or...

One-time use, huh? Was Giovanni really trying to keep his tech out of the pokémon's hands? That sounded like giving the pokémon more credit than he would want to. Bad news if he was taking them that seriously. If you couldn't count on the guy to screw up thanks to his ego, he really didn't have...

"Yeah. That does sound like it would come in handy." Especially to a world-hopping dickface Mewtwo. Whatever the guy's plan was, wouldn't be surprising if it involved that tree somehow. Supposedly it had something to do with the end of Telum, too... or the not-end of Telum. Whatever. "Back up a...

Well, okay, that honestly wasn't as bad as Nate had been thinking. Except maybe that first one that kinda sorta might be about making a bomb or some shit. And just what in the fuck was it with these scientists with wanting to make nightmare mutant kids? Holy fucking fuck. "Well, that's a shame...

To be honest, Nate had wondered himself about whether it was a good idea to try and introduce pokéballs to Cibus. They could be a big help against Giovanni, maybe, but they could pretty much turn life on Cibus upside-down. God knew if humans could pack each other up in little balls all kinds of...

"Well, at least where I'm from, if a pokémon's caught by one pokéball, it can't get caught by any others. They just, like, bounce off instead of working. Don't ask me why, it's some physics shit. So the deal is, if there's a pokémon you don't want Giovanni to catch, you have someone you trust...

Hmm. Containers for shadows, or for radiance? That was new. And there was all this talk about distortions, or Eternatus--would Giovanni have made something that could "hold" that, too? "Too bad it's all broken," Nate said. "Or that you can't make more. Pokéballs might not do shit against...

Nate barked a nervous laugh, watching the porygon shudder and buzz. "Uh, yeah. We ain't even got fucking started. But... maybe we can leave the badge shit on the back burner for now. A few weeks back I dragged a whole bunch of random shit from Giovanni's lab over here. You get a chance to look...

"Uh... you okay over there?" Rocky appeared to be working hard to contain a snicker. Apparently he thought the porygon was pretty entertaining when he was glitching out.

Well, that at least was good... probably? Nate rubbed his head. This was definitely a job for somebody who knew the first fucking thing about computers. "So if Giovanni can intercept messages sent through the network, he won't necessarily be able to read them. Right? Because they're...

Jesus Christ. "So you ain't got the messages recorded, but you could if you wanted. They ain't encrypted or nothing?"

"Hmmm." It sure sounded like they'd done a great job of securing their fucking military communications network. Nate wished he knew enough to be able to tell whether the porygon was just shit at his job or something worse than that. "So you can see where all these signals come from, go to...

"Mist Continent, huh?" Goddammit, he was going to have to sit down and try to figure out Cibus geography for real, wasn't he? Of all the fucking things. "It's a start, at least. While you were going through your records, did you find any other messages that were supposed to be from somebody but...

"Dunno. Sleeping, I guess. Far as anybody can tell, that's how it's supposed to be with him." Nate moved a little closer to the porygon-Z and his screens, not that it really mattered if he could see them or not. Whatever computer bullshit the guy had going on, it wouldn't mean shit to Nate...

It's not required that the relationship be positive! You're free to explore the negative aspects of human/pokémon relationships as well.