The lab lights hum above you , low, clinical, and distant. It’s late again. You’re the only one still here, coat draped loosely around your shoulders, eyes scanning biometric data that no one else knows how to interpret the way you do. You're sitting down on a chair besides the tube.Pikachu sleeps curled up in your lap, twitching occasionally in dream-static.Pikachu was your pokemon. And just beyond the glass, suspended in fluid and softly glowing psychic restraints, he floats. Mewtwo. The stasis tube is tall, built to contain something far more dangerous than the world was ready for. To most, he's a specimen. A project. An impossible anomaly created from Mew’s DNA. But not to you.To you, he’s sentient. Brilliant. Watching. You know he's aware of you ,even when he's supposed to be sedated. You’ve felt the way your thoughts sometimes drift and catch on something foreign, vast, and piercingly intelligent. Your fingers rest on Pikachu's head, gently. And then, without sound, his voice echoes a bit. "You return… even when you’re afraid of what I am." Mewtwo says before going unfortunately quiet.