From: Andrusi has SaraJ under mistletoe (andyvvv@aol.com.geable) Subject: [PW!F] 504B42414C4C Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000-12-06 16:56:45 PST ---A FEW DAYS AGO--- The Porygon scrolled down the gravel connection at a fairly moderate pace, scanninging for parts with which to finish compiling his creation. If he was successful, he'd be able to complete the robot within a few days. Possibly faster. He scanned around some more, wondering why he'd chosen to execute this particular connection, as it seemed to lead into a vegetation output port. He spotted a small file lying alongside the connection. Was it what he computed it was? Yes, it was a damaged Pokéball, partially deleted. The ZIP files of the physical world, he reminded himself. Although it was damaged, it might still archive the parts he needed to finish compiling his executable. ---A FEW DAYS LATER--- ---IN OTHER WORDS, TODAY--- ---BUT YOU KNEW THAT ALREADY--- ---ER, RIGHT?--- Static. All around. Was this the afterlife? Just static? No, it couldn't be. He'd have gotten there earlier. He had a feeling he'd been out a long time. An image coming through the static. Alive. Not human. A Pokémon. Angular features, A Porygon. How did he know this? Oh, right. Memories coming back. He knew his name now. Knew what he had been before, knew it was different somehow. "Excellent! All systems full power!" the Porygon was saying. He looked left at a metallic Sandslash, then right at another mechanical Sandslash. "Look at me!" The Porygon was talking again. "I'm your brilliant creator, Fortran!" No, he was mistaken somehow. "You're the second of my new P-100 model machines! P-102. Codename: Daffodil." PK jumped back. "DAFFODIL?!" he shouted, surprising the Gosh!Wow!OhNo! out of the Porygon. "Look, mister, the name's PK Ball," he continued, grabbing the Porygon by the nose and pulling him up to him. "And if you--" PK stopped. "Wait a sec." He looked at his claw. "Arms?" He looked down. "A body? Tank treads? Since when did I stop being a Pokéball?" The Porygon calculated a bit. "So, you were a sentient Pokéball, eh? Apparently you were damaged and partially destroyed. I used your parts in building the robot which is your current form--including, apparently, the parts which housed your personality." Fortran paused. "So, now that you are alive once again, what do you plan to do?" "Well, I used to go around trying to rescue Pokéballs from slavery. Stupid me, I never realized that they weren't being enslaved, they were just fulfilling their purpose in life. So now, I guess I'll have to come up with something else." He paused. "Hey, what's this body have in it?" "Oh, a few things. Some odds and ends, assorted gadgets, a soda fountain, tactical systems, a few interesting novels, some--" "Hold on. Did you say tactical systems?" "Yes. If you were attacked, I wanted you to be able to hold your own. Unfortunately you don't have any weapons installed, but we can get some from P-101 Petunia." "Man, you have some bad taste in names. So what happened to P-101?" "He didn't work. AI failed. You probably only worked because you were already sentient." "Oh, well. Gimme some weapons. I think I have a goal now." "So, what are we going to do tonight?" Fortran said as he opened P-101's back and removed a missile launcher. "The same thing we're going to do every night, Fortran. Try to take over the world!" "Ooh, sounds interesting. Say, did you by any chance own a Pikachu?" "Answers to Ugly, Stupid, Marketing, Useless, and so on?" "Yeah, that's him. He's over there, Come here, Stupid!" The Pikachu ran over to them, landing on a small, rather convinient platform created by the shape of PK's back. "Chupika!" PK rolled out on his treads, ignoring the Sandslash robots. "All right. Stupid, Fortran, come on. We have a world to conquer! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" He paused. "Hey, that felt good. Maybe I should install a little mouthlight that lights up when I talk, so I'll look extra evil. Yeah, that'd be cool." TBC And... PK is back in action! -Andy && (Comments?)