If a battle erupted on the top floor of the Jubilife City Radio Tower, it was unlikely that any of the three individuals present would escape unscathed. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novęlfire.net
Teleportation would prove useless—did they truly believe the radio tower lacked skilled Trainers?
However, if they didn't intervene now, Aoki feared their actions might interfere with his mission, possibly even alerting his target.
Though they might remain oblivious, Aoki had spent far too long searching to tolerate any disruptions.
There was no alternative. Aoki had to strike before they acted, but he couldn't afford to draw attention. Ideally, no battle would occur.
Using Telepathy, Aoki relayed his plan to Gengar beside him. Gengar nodded in understanding before melting into the shadows, slipping through the narrow gap beneath the control room door.
Aoki then placed his hand on the door's control panel once more. With a soft hum, the system overrode the security, and the door slid open with a quiet click.
"Who's there?!" The two Team Galactic members inside spun around, their faces twisting in alarm.
The dim lighting obscured Aoki's features as he stepped inside. The operatives fumbled for their Pokeballs, but before they could react, an unseen force seized their ankles and hurled them against the wall.
Gengar, having lain in wait, acted swiftly. It snatched their Pokeballs mid-air, ensuring no Pokémon could be summoned.
The woman panicked, frozen in place, but the man's expression darkened with resolve.
If this intruder had ambushed them in the darkness, then he would ensure neither side won.
With a snarl, he braced for impact—but it never came. Instead of crashing into the wall, they were flung forward, landing hard on the dusty, unfinished flooring of an adjacent room.
Confusion flickered across their faces.
Aoki had no intention of fighting here. Time was short, and the risk of discovery grew with every passing second.
While Gengar held them off, Aoki pressed his palm against the wall. The Unown's Secret Power surged, warping space itself to create a temporary rift. Gengar hurled the two operatives into the void before the portal sealed shut.
Their fate mattered little to Aoki. Without their Pokémon, survival in that distorted dimension was unlikely.
The confrontation had been swift, but not silent. He could only hope no one had noticed.
Now, Aoki turned his attention to the radio tower's central computer. Placing his hand on the mainframe, he allowed the system to interface with its data streams.
What he sought wasn't physical—it was digital. A Pokémon born from code, a being of pure data:
The first artificially created Pokémon of the modern age, Porygon was an accidental marvel of Team Rocket's engineering. Ancient civilizations had crafted Claydol and Baltoy, but Porygon was humanity's first true synthetic Pokémon.
Developed over a decade ago, Porygon possessed the unique ability to traverse digital space, slipping through networks and electronic systems with ease. Firewalls and encryption meant nothing to it—any connected device was within its reach.
Aoki recalled that Ash's rival, Gary, once wielded a Porygon2, a more advanced evolution capable of interfacing with Pokédex data to analyze opponents. Though an upgraded form, its core functions remained similar.
The handheld computer Aoki carried served a singular purpose: scouring the net for traces of Porygon. The system within it, linked to his own system, acted as a hunter's snare in the vast digital wilderness.
Team Rocket had initially created only two Porygon, but over time, the species exhibited self-replicating behaviors. Their reproduction was slow, but new Porygon did emerge. Through self-directed evolution and data absorption, they unlocked further transformations—Porygon2 and Porygon-Z.
Team Rocket's original goal had been to exploit Porygon's hacking capabilities, using it to infiltrate the League's databases and steal classified intel. Had they succeeded, their rise to power might have been unstoppable.
But ambition often outpaces control.
Once Porygon entered the digital world, it severed all ties with its creators. Team Rocket had birthed a being they could not leash.
Unlike Mewtwo, whose rebellion brought devastation, Porygon remained neutral—a ghost in the machine, drifting through cyberspace.
Aoki's lips curled. Team Rocket's scientists were brilliant, but their arrogance was their downfall.
For months, his system had combed through networks, and at last, within the radio tower's mainframe, he found it: a single Porygon. Perhaps the only one in existence here.
His fingers pressed against the humming server as the chip initiated its capture protocol. Extracting Porygon from the digital realm was no simple task—the system had to construct a sprawling net, herding the elusive Pokémon into a corner before sealing its escape.
Thirty minutes passed before Porygon realized the trap. By then, it was too late.
With a sharp tug, Aoki ripped his hand free from the terminal. In his grasp materialized a blocky, geometric creature, its body a mosaic of shifting polygons.