Mona LeBlanc was in a state of panic. Their Rotom, Tesla, was not cooperating with them for this attempt to extract ghost type energy. Tesla, predictably, was a mischievous, hyper little fellow who liked to cause screen glitches and fill the entire screen with their face. But the little Rotom’s pranks and refusal to listen to Mona weren’t malicious, just silly. Although, in science, there was a time and a place for funny pranks and right now was not it. They had to meet a deadline! But Mona wasn’t the type to get angry at their pokemon. But they were very exasperated over what was happening!
Type energy was a far more stable, predictable, cheaper form of Infinity Energy. At least according to Mona’s calculations. Experiments were always important. It was one thing to write out a reaction on paper, and a whole other experience to actually witness it with your own eyes. And it wasn’t like type energy was ultimately superior–it was far more limited in uses. Type energy wouldn’t be ripping entire holes in space-time anytime soon. It was just more accessible and safer to work with.
The extraction process didn’t hurt the pokemon–Mona wouldn’t even have gotten this far if it would have. Mona never wanted to hurt a single pokemon ever.
They wanted to help the world in any way they could. They had a vested interest in technology, and would do ANYTHING to make sure the world was a better place than when they left it. This was their purpose in life. To create and heal. They loved to invent and create–nothing else would satisfy them.
The computer screen finally settled back to normal. Oh thank god.. With a relived sigh, Mona clacked in the numbers of the calculation. They clicked the ‘extract’ button, and the huge machine lights turned from red to green. The whirr of the computer fan hummed loudly as it went to work. A purple glow came from the machine hooked up to the computer.
hey watched it expectantly, but also on edge. This was the very first time testing out this form of extraction, and anything could go wrong! Their teal eyes fell on the computer screen, watching it. They hoped Tesla would be okay–if Tesla got hurt, they would never forgive themselves.
The green lights turned to red again, and the computer fan’s humming quieted.
“A-Are you alright, Tesla? Do you feel okay?” They asked.
Tesla’s face filled the entire screen once more and the Rotom giggled. Tesla seemed okay. Hesitantly, Mona undid the lid of the machine hooked up to the computer.
Purple, transparent, glowing crystals sat at the bottom of the centrifuge. Mona picked up the ghost-type crystals with a pair of clamps, hesitantly. As if they expected them to explode at any moment or for something to go wrong. Nothing happened! It would seem as though Mona was correct.
“TESLA! WE DID IT!” Mona squealed, excitedly showing the Rotom the crystals.“Thank you so much! This means the world to me!” Mona kissed the computer screen.
(My pokemon OC, Mona LeBlanc!)
