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Gene looked at the metang like it was an idiot. Because it was. "The Hockey Puck employed selective listening. I said it's the size of a planet. Your little rams wouldn't even be a gentle breeze to it."

"No, Hockey Puck." Gene pinched his brow. It really did play to all the worst robot stereotypes. "Eternatus defies the basic laws of thermodynamics. It can create infinite energy from nothing." He narrowed his eyes. "Besides, eliminating it would kill all the people living inside it. That...

Gene glanced over his shoulder. "Oh, Hockey Puck speaks after all. Just in a way mimicking what humans imagine a robot does." Way to conform to the stereotypes. The mewtwo didn't really want to jump down this raboot hole, but clearly Hockey Puck would keep asking. A one track mind. He raised his...

"Pfbt. You?" Gene quirked a brow. He could down that dumb kitty with a few well-placed Aura Spheres. One hand tied behind his back. "Yeah, sure, you're real threatening. But I made myself pretty clear: I fight against the emperor's troopers. So, unless you're worshipping a certain deoxys, we're...

Gene's eyes flickered blue. The crystal in his shoulder sparked with a dangerous black energy. "Hardly inferior. Giovanni is the one who funded my 'creation' before capturing me in a blasted Master Ball." He held his right hand up. Ectoplasm twirled around his fingers. "It took decades in stasis...

Gene looked at the milotic, sighing and shaking his head. "Me? I was from Earth. Till my idiot creator brought the wrath of the universe upon the planet. First Bahamut downs Team Rocket and destroys Cinnabar Island. Then Eternatus eats the remainder of Earth like the planet-devourer it is." He...

"Dragonair maybe." Gene tapped his right temple. "But you're a pool noodle. Just like how Rayquaza is a space noodle." He twirled his right index finger around in a circle to simulate it orbiting a nonexistent planet. "And feral refers to a lack of sapience. Not all pokémon can think logically...

"The noodle speaks!" If Gene was surprised, he didn't sound it. "Guess this means there aren't only ferals around."

Still leaning on his spoon, Gene glanced over his shoulder where he saw... a metang and a persian having some sort of spat. Most likely a couple of ferals falling back on basic instincts and trying to assert dominance or something. That was fine. He didn't need to get involved. The mewtwo would...

Too many damned Eternatus Bombardiers. Gene was fast, but not "I can dodge twenty-six Hyper Beams" fast. Of course one was going to hit him. It just so happened that one sent him straight into an opening rift. After a quick flicker of pink and purple, the mewtwo found himself somewhere brighter...