The voice continued, steady as an ancient recording:
"I was created by Silph Co., under the direction of Dr. Fuji and Professor Oak, authorized by the Pokémon League. I am a contingency program—all copies hidden within human DNA, waiting until Pokémon civilization collapses and someone speaks a Pokémon's name correctly. Then, I awaken."
Those names struck Theo's mind like thunder. Silph Co., Oak, Fuji—all memories from the old world, the world he'd believed existed only in comics.
"That world... was real?" Theo whispered.
"Of course," Genoarchive replied. "I came to this world because of The Great Shift and have slept for a thousand years. It was you who awakened me."
Liam stepped forward, worried: "Who are you talking to, Theo?"
Theo shook his head slightly. "Not a person. It's... different."
He knelt by the cage. The small creature still stood there, brown fur, eyes bright red but no longer aggressive.
"So this is Pidgey," Theo said softly. "If I remember correctly."
"I can help you communicate," Genoarchive spoke. "By synchronizing neural waves with you, I'll establish Telepathy with it. Stay calm. This species is sensitive to emotions."
Theo breathed deeply, stilling himself. When he opened his eyes, a vague stream of emotion reached him—fear, pain, yearning for freedom.
"It's alright," Theo thought. "I won't harm you."
Faint light spread from his hand, illuminating Pidgey.
"Analysis complete: fractured wing, dehydration, energy depletion. Treatment protocol for exhaustion: water, salt, berries. Injury treatment: can self-heal, or seek antibacterial herbs for bandaging, or craft support splint." Genoarchive reported.
Theo followed the instructions, mixing the compound, placing bowls of water and food inside the cage.
Pidgey looked, hesitated, then bent to drink. With each swallow, its eyes brightened.
Liam's eyes widened: "How... did you do that?"
Theo just smiled. "I didn't. I just knew how to make it understand."
As dusk settled over the oak forest, Pidgey had grown less fearful, even allowing Theo to touch its wing lightly.
"Basic bond established," Genoarchive said. "The Pokémon has accepted you as a non-hostile individual. When synchronization reaches higher levels, I can provide reminders."
Theo looked up at the sky, where the last sunlight swept across the wind turbines.
A gentle breeze rose. Pidgey spread its weak wings slightly, feathers glowing in the deep purple twilight.
It was a moment when the world fell silent—when human and Pokémon met, a new beginning in a new world.
Dusk descended. Theo and Liam decided to act before cold night enveloped everything. Both agreed to leave Pidgey here—the safest place they knew: Old Hunter's abandoned wooden shack. The cabin hid deep in the oak forest, now become the two boys' secret and inviolable base.
After carefully bandaging Pidgey temporarily with torn cloth, ensuring it had enough water and berries through the night, Theo parted with Liam and strode the familiar path home.
His family's small thatched house nestled humbly among other simple wooden homes in Oakhaven village. The air carried the scent of turnip soup simmered with cheap wild game—a familiar aroma.
His mother, Elara, dark brown hair tied neatly at her nape, stood at the stove; exhaustion clearly etched on a face both resilient and gaunt from the burden of feeding the family. His father, Bran, once a tall, robust man solid as an oak trunk but now worn thin after years of hard labor and time's ravages. He sat by the hearth, thick black hair falling across a weathered face concealing deep worry in his eyes.
"Theo, you're home," Elara said, voice gentle but laden with concern. "You and Liam were at Hunter's cabin until dark again?"
"Yes, Mother," Theo answered briefly, dark eyes avoiding his father's probing gaze. He glanced at his siblings: two younger brothers, Finn and Ben, with messy black hair and skinny frames, fighting over bread. The youngest sister, Sera, only two years his junior, quietly mended an old shirt under flickering oil lamplight, long black hair falling to cover one shoulder.
"Sit down, son," Bran said, voice heavy as gravel. "What are your plans going forward? You're fourteen now. You can't keep relying on Old Hunter's bow forever. You need a trade to support yourself and your future family."
"I'll find work, Father," Theo reassured. In his voice lay unusual determination—a plan far greater than merely finding employment. "I've found something Father needn't worry about."
Mercenary... might not be bad. The thought flashed through Theo's mind.
Dinner passed quickly in silence. When everyone had gone to sleep, Theo lay on his rough wooden bed, eyes closed but mind bright as a newly lit lamp.
In the darkness, he began establishing communication with the entity hidden deep in his DNA.
"Today was real," Theo thought. "We have an injured Pokémon. We need strength, knowledge—to survive, to go further. Tell me, what can you do?"
The mechanical yet resonant voice immediately rang in his mind:
"Analysis, boy. I am Genoarchive. My capabilities follow logic and purpose: Restore knowledge. Listen."
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G began listing capabilities at a speed Theo's mind could barely follow:
Primary Trait: Genetic Replication: Allows me to fragment and embed data into hosts through reproduction. If the host dies, data persists in subsequent generations.
Hidden Trait: Data Imprint: Immutable characteristic preventing any attempt to read, copy, or extract my knowledge by any means—including magic or divine powers.
- Mind Base: Infinite storage space within your consciousness, containing all knowledge data from the ancient Pokémon world plus special items from Silph Co.
- Knowledge Transfer: Decompress and directly transmit scientific, technical, historical, and Pokémon biological knowledge into your consciousness.
- Micro Shield: Create energy field protecting against biological toxins and invasive Psychic-type moves.
- Self-Cloak: Hide from all scanning devices and psychic senses, including those of Legendary Pokémon.
"I arrived in this world a thousand years ago," G continued, "and have slept awaiting an inheritor. When you spoke the word Pokémon, I awakened."
Then the voice lowered, carrying slight humor:
"My immutable principle: Host develops civilization, earns Alliance Contribution Points (ACP). Points can be exchanged for knowledge or items in Mind Base.
Starter bonus: 300 ACP. Ah, and there's a message from the creator for the host. Ready, boy?..."
Without waiting for Theo's answer, a memory sequence full of solemnity and secrecy was unlocked by G, forcibly entering his mind.
In Theo's mind, darkness vanished, replaced by an overwhelming and cold scene. He seemed to stand in a Secret Council Chamber—a fortress plated with black steel and reinforced glass—exuding science's cold absoluteness. The air thick with tension.
Around arc-shaped conference tables, high-ranking Alliance members in neat uniforms sat beside representatives of science giants like Silph Co. and Devon Corp. Their faces, whether politicians or tycoons, all concealed gravity about the presentation to come.
Cold spotlight focused on the podium.
Professor Oak (Samuel Oak—his name introduced with text overhead, along with his great research and contributions) stood there—a white-haired man radiating authority. His white lab coat conveyed not kindness, but the absolute severity of one bearing a final mission.
He stood before a massive hologram screen. On it, a double helix DNA strand in gold and silver floated, wrapped in cyan plasma light, creating an image both sacred and cutting-edge.
Beside that eternal DNA strand, the artificial Pokémon—Genoarchive—manifested. A jade sphere, purple eyes, bearing beauty where technology merged with life's mystery.
Professor Oak's warm yet resonant authoritative voice pierced through the space of Theo's mind:
"Distinguished guests, I have the honor of introducing the Alliance's most classified project: Genoarchive."
He paused, letting the word's resonance sink into his audience.
"This is not merely a Pokémon. This is our civilization's final flame of knowledge, born from Dr. Fuji's collaboration and Silph Co.'s massive investment. Its mission is to embed all data of our proud Pokémon civilization into humanity's DNA chains, hidden from all detection, awaiting the opportunity to restore civilization."
Professor Oak paused, his gaze sharp as if piercing through time, touching directly upon Theo—the inheritor of the present.
"The objective: Ensure knowledge, the flame, and the bond between humans and Pokémon are never forgotten, even if we face annihilation—there will still be some human or other intelligent species who calls out Pokémon—the beginning of the alliance."
…….
(There will be a side story for those interested in this project)
Theo reeled from the information overload. A living library of another world's civilization, and he held it.
"So Pokémon exist in this world?" Theo asked, voice hoarse and low.
"Pokémon appeared in this world approximately 1000 years ago. Reason: unknown. Cause: unknown." Still that mechanical voice.
"Can I call you G?" Theo asked.
"As you wish, boy," G replied, voice slightly softer.
Theo frowned in thought, because today felt too dreamlike, the information too vast, leaving him still hazy. From confirming his past life's world to Pokémon's appearance confirming yet another fantasy world—his mind couldn't yet efficiently synthesize all the information.
"Let's continue the transaction."
"How many points for wing fracture treatment knowledge?"
"Basic knowledge: 150 ACP. But a more comprehensive package—250 ACP—will be far more useful, including treatment for humans, beasts, and Pokémon. Or you could exchange for a pre-made dose of Poké Powder, same price."
Theo pondered. Medicine for immediate use was convenient, but knowledge was infinite.
"I choose knowledge. 250 ACP."
"Transaction complete. Balance remaining: 50 ACP. Enjoy your medical experience!"
Immediately, cold data flooded Theo's mind. He "knew" how to diagnose, set bones, prepare antiseptic medicine, and treat wounds for all living creatures.
"Warning," G said, voice more serious. "You lack local medicinal herb materials. Need to update Oakhaven region ecosystem data before beginning."
Theo opened his eyes. In the darkness, his gaze gleamed like rivers of data flowing through his veins.
"How do I update data?"
"Two methods," G answered. "One, personally research and interact with the surrounding world. Two, meet other humans—within them, Genoarchive copies have silently collected data for a thousand years."
Theo breathed deeply. Tomorrow, his life—and Liam's—would turn in an entirely different direction.
The cold dawn of Aethelgard filtered through gaps in the wooden window. Theo woke early, his mind unusually clear, flooded with alien knowledge that was terrifyingly precise.
Theo left his humble thatched house and quickly reached Liam's forge-home—a place radiating heat and the distinctive smell of charcoal, completely different from the silence of his own home.
Inside, Master Thorne—Liam's father—hunched over the furnace, his burly frame glistening with sweat. Sun-bronzed skin and fiery red hair shimmered in the firelight, carrying the characteristic strength of a blacksmith.
His mother, Mistress Maeve, with deep red hair tied in a neat braid, was cleaning the display of plowshares and iron nails. Her face bore resolute strength. Liam's older brother, Roric, also with prominent red hair and a tall build, stood with arms crossed, his face wearing its familiar smug expression.
"Up early, Theo? Looking for Liam?" Master Thorne's voice rumbled, not harsh exactly, but resonating throughout the house.
"Good morning, Master Thorne, Mistress Maeve," Theo bowed politely. "I need Liam's help with something. It's rather urgent."
Roric glanced over with a mocking smile:
"Another bird nest raid or forest hunt? When will you learn a proper trade, Liam?"
Liam grimaced, ignoring the jab, turning to Theo and lowering his voice:
"What's up? About that Beast from last night?"
Theo nodded, his eyes serious.
"Exactly. It's injured worse than I thought. I need to treat it immediately. This is an opportunity—a chance to obtain something every mercenary desires."
Liam swallowed his last bite of bread, eyes blazing.
"Alright! What do I do?"
Theo pulled a small scrap of paper from his shirt, listing items rapidly like a seasoned physician:
"Need several thin, straight oak branches, about pinky-finger width, and some clean linen cloth. I'll go deep into the forest to find Glacial Veil leaves and Viper's Sinew Root. Must be quick, before noon."
Hearing those unfamiliar names, Liam momentarily froze. These weren't the common herbs villagers used for colds.
"Glacial... Veil? Viper's Sinew Root? For what?"
Theo answered briefly:
"To heal its wing."
Liam's eyes widened, but enthusiasm quickly overtook doubt. Theo had never lied or acted thoughtlessly.
"I'll come with you! I know where the best young oaks are, and I can cut some linen from Roric's old shirt. As for those strange plants, two of us will search faster."
Theo looked at Liam, eyes flashing satisfaction. Liam was sometimes stubborn, but he always trusted and followed what Theo said without needing explanation.
"Fine. But we go together," Theo said. "I'll show you how to recognize Glacial Veil and Viper's Sinew Root. You don't go alone."
They received a reluctant nod from Master Thorne—who always respected the two boys' determination—then immediately began their journey.