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Living is just a mentality.

[He seems...100% serious about this. He almost blasted his own hand off when he was testing the proton packs, and that never stopped him. Even if this experiment goes south, she can tell him about her experiences as a ghost, right?

Egon watches carefully, his pencil poised above his paper.]

Ready. Start the experiment.

Let's GO! It's time to explore the unexplored, know the unknowable, FLIP THE UNFLIPPABLE EARS-

[In actions that don't quite match the theatrics, she sits the Espurr on her lap and moves to flip up both ears at once. The creature waggles its nubby arms at her in protest, but, by tragedy of evolution, they're too short to make any kind of difference.

Soon enough, the ears are unfolded.

What comes first is perfect, total silence. Then, suddenly, there is a heavy sound, dropping through the ears to a deep pit in the body, weighing down the soul itself.

The feed buzzes and blurs, colors melding into each other and abstracting in a number of ways, only a handful comprehensible to the human mind.

By the time the video returns to normal, Gaige is collapsed in the snow, Espurr sitting beside body, unblinking.]

Edited 2019-01-10 22:27 (UTC)

[Egon jumps at the sound, then at the feed sparking and abstracting. He frowns, flicking the screen to try and restore it. The PokéDex wasn't lying when it said that a massive amount of psychic energy was stored in its ears--only something tremendously powerful would be able to tamper with technology this advanced. If only he still had his PKE meter on hand--if he was there in person, he'd be able to get a solid measurement on the exact density of psychokinetic energy per square meter.

Ah. Well. That seems to be a problem.]

Gaige?

[When she doesn't respond, he clears his throat and looks towards the unblinking Espurr. What was it's name, again?]

Mister...Orel, if you will please describe to me what just occurred?

Edited 2019-01-10 22:32 (UTC)

[Orel, who had been gazing into the distance beside Gaige, slowly turns his head towards the screen.

And, for once, both his eyes focus on the same point.

He stares directly at Egon, right into his soul.]

[Egon finds himself deeply unsettled by this sudden change in the Espurr's behavior, as if the creature's judgmental eyes were sifting through the very contents of his being. As if this fuzzy little monster could, and would, reeve his soul in two and still not be satisfied with his puny existence.

After a few moments, Spengler nods and jots few notes down in his notebook.]

Thank you for your invaluable input. I always try to take information from primary sources.

[When he finishes, he looks back up at the screen.]

Gaige?

[Orel doesn't blink - whether he can't or simply chooses not to is one of the mysteries left to the universe - but slightly bows his head in a short nod.

After what feels like a few minutes of her laying in the snow, Gaige begins to stir to life. What starts as a pained groan quickly becomes an intense yell, and she bolts up with mechanical rigidity, limbs trembling with an uncontainable energy.]

I...CAN...SEE...EVERYTHING! [Her eyes wide, flashing a brighter green than her goggles can contain.] I AM THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA! I DEAL DEATH! I AM THE INFINITE! [She throws her head back with a maniacal cackle.] I am getting a God complex and I LIKE IT!

[She wasn't just firing on all cylinders, she's firing on cylinders she never had before. Information was flooding to her brain with a speed she couldn't keep up with, feeling every synapse response, hot and electrifying. It was happening almost too much, too fast, sending a machine into overload -

And so, like a circuitboard fried, she shuts down, collapsing face-first into the snow once more.]

[Oh, good. She didn't die. Egon was vaguely worried that he might be held responsible for the death of a teenager. Only vaguely. She's an adult and can make her own decisions, and he's not one to police that, especially when it comes to science.

He proceeds to speak in a completely unconcerned tone--]

I see, I see. As I suspected, the residual psychic energy blast resulted in a rapid escalation of brain activity. I--

[Aaand she's down for the count again. Egon pauses for a moment, raising an eyebrow before writing down another note--"GOD COMPLEX" and "BIBLE VERSES IN OTHER DIMENSIONS"]

Hm. Yes. Thank you for participating in this thrilling experiment.

[Her next bout of unconsciousness is considerably more brief than the last, and she groggily mumbles into the snow, heaving a metal thumbs up.

Give her a moment, and she'll slooowwwly push herself up.]

Uuuuuugh my brain feels like reheated barf. [Deep inhale. Exhale.] Whoof.

[Orel turns his head over to her, and waddles back to sit in her arms and stare at the camera in two directions.]

How'd we do, doc? Feels like all my chakras are...I'm not gonna pretend like I know what a chakra is.

That seems to be the general reaction to having experienced an extreme psychokinetic blast. Are you experiencing any change in brain function or memory problems?

[Egon taps the pencil against his chin, ruminating over his notes.]

Overall, you do not appear to be dead, and we now have a significant amount of information about the psychic capabilities of Espurr. I would consider this trial to be a success. I can send you a text file of these observations. Of course, there is the question of future trials under alternate conditions, but those can wait until I get a hand of a PKE meter.

Does feeling like my brain's melted count?

[She places her palm on Espurr's head to steady herself.]

That's- that's all pretty awesome but - [She blinks wearily, and attempts to stare at the camera.] - did it look cool?

Yes.

[Egon pauses, then scratches out a few numbers on his notebook. He's...not really a very good judge when it comes to "coolness" factor, but he'll try. He taps his pencil against his chin, then quirks an eyebrow and looks towards the camera.]

It was very likely the most interesting psychic explosion that I have ever witnessed. Thus, it looked very cool.

[There's your confirmation, Gaige!]

HELL yeah! - ow, ow, ow.

[Gaige had pumped her fist in the air in triumph but yelling so loudly kind of aggravated the whole brain soup she's got going on, and so quickly retracts it to cradle her forehead.

She directs her attention to Orel now.]

Oh man, I knew you were gonna be a hardcore killer when I saw you. It's the eyes. [She looks back over to Egon.] We can probably go for bigger psychic explosions than that, though, right? If I train his mind with spoons or sudoku or whatever.

[Egon frowns slightly in concern.]

Of course. However, I would recommend you first take the time to recover your brain cells, perhaps by eating copious amounts of fish.

[A pause. His eyes seem to glint with a hint of excitement.] Then, we can get to the bigger psychic explosions. Keep track of your progress on training Mr. Orel. I look forward to seeing what else this creature is capable of.

Got it!

[In spite of how mentally blasted she feels, she’s brimming with excitement. All this? INCREDIBLY cool. She’s got mindmelting kittens to research and a super cool mentor to help her along the way. Turns out not being on Pandora anymore wasn’t half bad.

Though, along that train of thought, she does have one more question.]

Uh, do we...have...fish here?

[Egon hesitates, rubbing his chin with his thumb. He stays silent for an uncomfortable period of time as he thinks. Finally, he settles on saying--]

I have seen restaurants serving sushi.

[That...doesn't really answer Gaige's question.]

If you would like, I could give you my current dissertation on what I believe to be the viable source of meat products this dimension.

Yes.

[An immediate response, without hesitation.]

Send me your meat dissertation. Right. Now.

[Egon straightens up a little and almost immediately launches into his spiel--it's clear that he's put a lot of thought into this.]

In summary--the meat of this universe is not actually "meat". Most people from my dimension as well as the other dimensional arrivals to this world would define meat to be the flesh of a once living being, such as beef or chicken or fish. Thus, we automatically assume the "meat" in this world to originate from living beings.

However, no one in this universe seems to know where any edible meat is sourced from. The most logical conclusion would be that the meat comes from Pokémon, but suggesting this to the local populace causes most to dismiss it quickly. The citizens of this dimension do not have any problems with consuming Pokémon products if the Pokémon are not harmed, such as milk or eggs or Slowpoke tails. If the meat is not sourced from the living beings of this world, where does it comes from?

Theory one: The "meat" in this world is not actually sourced from living beings. In a different dimension, it is not out of the realm of possibility that words have different definitions entirely. As we are outsiders to this dimension, this definition would not be inherent to us and thus we have difficulty grasping the local terminology. However, this theory would not explain the presence of certain foods such as jerky or sushi, which taste remarkably similar to my dimension's version of these culinary creations.

Theory two, which is far more simple: humans have previously consumed Pokémon and with the advancement of technology have grown past the consumption of living creatures due to the ethical and moral dilemma associated with the action. Given the technological state of this world, it is not illogical to assume that society is able to readily produce non-meat based foods that closely mimic the taste and texture of the real thing, to the point that consuming Pokémon becomes unnecessary entirely.

[He pauses as he adjusts his glasses.]

Do you have any questions?

[Woah, that's a lot to take in. Especially when your brain is in recovery mode from a hard reset.

Gaige blinks, trying to figure out if she did have any questions after all. Eventually, she nods slowly.]

Yes. [A pause.] How much time have you put into this?

[Egon inclines his head towards the screen.]

Approximately one hundred sixty eight hours, give or take.

[That's...one week.]

If you ever plan on performing any further experiments, feel free to contact me as a second party.

You got it.

[A thumbs up.]

Now, if you don't mind me, I'm gonna go pass out in the snow now for a couple of...hours...or so.

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