"Nah, I saw loads of people with ostensible ordinary 'mon while I was on the ship," agreed Laura. "And my 'mon, including the ones with me here, are pretty ordinary. But... Well, it's like this."
She'd played out conversations like this over and over again in her head, usually wondering if she'd be able to sound rational and stay composed – or at least appropriately freaked out – while explaining it to some naive Perihelion staff, or a copper, or her family, or whoever. Or, sometimes, when the loneliness really stung, she'd imagined telling her friends. How sceptical they'd be. How risky and unfair it'd be of her to tell them.
She sighed. "Back home, there's this massive corporation that's got a hand in a ton of different industries, especially anything to do with pokémon, or with tech. I found out that one of their employees was scooping up missing 'mon for one of their programs, and when I did enough digging, I learned they were altering them. By, uh. Um." Phrasing, phrasing... fuck it. "Hybridising them with human DNA. Turning them into, uh, half-humans, I guess."
There was that weird pushing feeling around her eyes again. She wanted to look away, change topic, fidget, distract herself on her phone, not talk about... Salem. She dug the nail of her right thumb into the skin between her left thumb and index finger, and kept her shit together.