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If she were listening to herself, she’d realize that something here felt a little off. Her eyes went to the man’s and she tried to find any indication of who he was. What his personality was. He was a scientist, right? Weren’t they all a little… off? Surely there was nothing too wrong, right? She reached for the pen, “Thanks,” she said simply, her eyes going to the papers. 

She scanned for anything that looked questionable, but nothing did. It was relatively generic for an experiment and she brought the pen to the dotted line, her signature a rather convoluted mess. But not without reason. 

A little thing she hardly mentioned to others. There were a few things she didn’t know about herself. One, her last name. Two, her exact birth date. Neither of those pieces of information were ever awarded to her, but she never paid much mind until it came to a moment like this. Well, if he needed such identifying information, she’d just give him a fake one. Something to make him happy, if that’s possible. 

It could be done in under fifteen minutes? That would be ideal. Get in, get out, enjoy the rest of her day. It was a bunch of questions? Well, she could do that. Accuracy… well, as long as the questions weren’t bogus she should have some ability to speed through. Worst comes to worst she just flips a table and says screw the money. But she’d try, this is for our dreams, after all.

Though if she were being honest, she had no idea what to expect from the study. The advertisement had been vague at best, but it had been relatively open. So she figured she’d be a good enough candidate. As she finished signing she stood up, “Okay, sure, thanks,” she headed towards the indicated room. 

She wasn’t sure what she had expected when she stepped into the room. But it looked normal… she looked at the headset, figuring she was supposed to put it on? Maybe? Was this one of those new VR things? Sure. Okay. She put it on and got herself settled, “Uh… I think this is right?”

[▲] - a quick swipe across the keyboard and two monitors buzzed to life- one showcased graphs monitoring the subjects vitals, information that came from the headset, and the other showed a black screen. there was a one-way mirror that displayed the test room clearly and nejiki stood up to close the only door that was her escape. a cold, barely audible click came from the now locked door. 

⯈ “Excellent work.” ⯇   He spoke through the microphone and observed the other, noting her uncertainty. He tried to settle her nerves by shifting his tone of voice to sound light, joking even but didn’t ease up his condescending word choices. ⯈ “Some people have never seen a headset before and failed to figure out what to do. Even though it’s so simple.” ⯇  

⯈ “When I start the project, you will be placed in a simulation similar to that of virtual reality.” ⯇     he tapped the blank screen in a continuous beat, it was boring but explaining the process was necessary. ⯈ “But don’t mistake this project as those primitive games as you will come to understand yourself. Now, visualize whatever you want. Your dream goal in this new, respectable life perhaps.” ⯇   he didn’t cover the insulting implication of that last bit, throwing the bait out to see if she responded.

What he didn’t care to explain, was the striking realism that came with immersing one in the simulation. Not only did the world they visualize feel as strikingly real as the walking world, all senses a human is capable of could be felt as well. Nejiki smirked. Perhaps the most exhilarating thing he looked forward to was the slow realization, from cheery awe to horror, that all subjects came to- physical pain and emotional intensity was heightened.

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It was a step down. A step backwards from her previous temp job that Dawn had given her. Things had turned out okay that time, even a bit better. She had been fed, she had been comforted, it had been… well, the girl’s trip she had always wanted but had never gotten. But alas, not even Dawn could fix all her problems. Money was what made the world function. Value put on laughably fragile pieces of paper that could be torn. Coins that could be swallowed, dropped through bars on the streets. These bits and pieces that were glorified scraps and bottle caps. 

And here she was. Killing herself to just have enough to transform it into something useful. A sandwich, perhaps. It wasn’t that she still felt completely unable to rely on her friends. It wasn’t that she thought that the others would judge her if she came to them and said, ‘hey, it’s tight, got a job?’ 

But she was getting tired of being so dependent. It was also terrifying, the idea of being at the mercy at someone else’s whim. If their moods changed, if suddenly Jessie was not worth the amount of trouble she was, well, where would she be? Back at Team Rocket? She had a hard enough time believing she was worth any of this chaos, but they were giving her a chance. Details still needed to be worked out, she still technically was a part of the team, but they didn’t seem to notice or care that she was doing close to nothing. And she still got a tiny amount of money from them- minuscule, but a paycheck.

This job seemed pretty easy when she had read about it. A science study? She had heard about those. Even done a couple. Got a few pokedollars and some food after some questions. Maybe some poking. But ultimately, it was being paid to sit on your ass and make up stuff about yourself and get paid. When the opportunity had dropped in her lap, she took it without a second thought. 

Of course she’d be late. A squabble with Meowth. Complaining from James. Just everything stopping her from moving forward to the location. But she had made it. Finally. She hadn’t been sure how to dress, so she settled on a comfortable, worn jeans and a peasant top. Black flats on her feet and a bun high in the air. 

Walking in, she heard his welcome and followed his request, shutting the door behind her. Although the location was certainly… um, sterile? She wasn’t particularly unnerved. It was science.  The signing papers request didn’t raise any red flags. It was pretty standard, of course they’d need permission to publish any results- that was what this was about,  right? “Sure, of course. Sorry I’m late. Some people just don’t get punctuality,” she went to the seat, putting her purse around the back of it as she settled in, “As for questions, perhaps about how long do you expect this to last?” 

[▲] - his back now turned, nejiki offered a soft chuckle and a ‘no problem at all’ at her retort but his expression was far from pleasant. always unforgiving when it came to deadlines and punctuality, he felt his hands twitch in irritation as he selected a paper cluttered with fine prints and complicated words. he took a moment to straighten his tie- no matter, breathe, everything was under control.

As he turned to smoothly place the stack of papers in front of his volunteer Thorton pulled out his glasses from his lab coat and sighed as the world around him sharpened. another flick of his hand, and a pen was produced for Jessie as well.  

⯈ “ The experiment will take as long as you make it. Some take an hour, others in under fifteen minutes but the in the end, the results are the same. “ ⯇ Yes. Predicted, disappointing, dead-end results.  ⯈ “ Depending on how quickly and accurately you are able to answer the questions given, directly influences how quickly you’ll be on your way. “ ⯇

⯈ “ Of course, the pay will remain the same as agreed upon regardless of your time spent. We don’t want...people taking advantage of the system, you see. I hope you understand. “ ⯇ the pay was higher than the average study payment, it only made sense to equal the nature of the study and a volunteer willingness to participate. 

even so, to think that a rocket grunt would show her face so boldly... nejiki fixed his glasses once more to distract himself from the curiosity burning in his mind. 

 ⯈ “ I’ll run through the protocol as you get ready in the other room and if you need assistance, I’m only a step away. “ ⯇  

jig; [au]

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[▲] - ⯈ “ the volunteer is late. “  ⯇

nejiki rubbed weary eyes with a thin, white-gloved hand as the sound of the clock ticking away filled the experiment room. the lights were too bright, blindingly white walls felt more like an asylum than a lab, and the smell of antiseptic was suffocating.

oh, he hated his workplace. it was clean and professional, efficient, but he wanted nothing more than to receive his long awaited promotion and get the hell out of here, to an upgraded environment where he could call the lab his own and not some borrowed space under his boss. of course, it was hard to be recognized as the brilliant inventor he was when you’re working for shady, illegitimate business with an equally questionable purpose.

it wasn’t until he heard footsteps just outside the door, did nejiki stop his momentary massage and clear the daydream from his mind. as the door swung open, nejiki eyes widened when he recognized the other but other than that, he did not react. Instead, he switched right into his work persona and plastered on a pleasant smile that did not reach his dull eyes. 

⯈ “ Welcome, welcome. I’ll be working with you today, you may call me Thorton. Do close the door as you come in, please, and we can get started. “ ⯇ efficient and straight to the point, nejiki wasn’t one to flourish his design nor waste any more time than needed. he pretended to shuffle through paperwork he had memorized a while ago and politely gestured to an empty seat and a table. 

⯈ “ You’ll need to sign some papers before we start, if that’s okay with you. “ ⯇ it’s going to be.  ⯈ “ any questions in the meantime? “ ⯇ not that it’ll matter.

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   The awkwardness surrounding the other is palpable. Saturn takes note of the thing he’s holding and stares at it until their handshake parts ways. It looks like a homemade machine… If that’s the case, he can see why Charon brought his name up. Must be sharp, intellectually speaking. And to be wandering their facilities so brazenly… Nejiki might be awkward but he’s definitely not the meek sort. Those eyes are way too alert and mischievous.

   Sounds troublesome.

   All they’ve done so far is be polite and offer to guide this visitor to their destination and they’re already being met with impatience. As one of the founders of the company, it irks them to be treated like someone who can be roped along like a show pony. Suddenly it’s a grand tour now? You’ve got to be kidding.

   Turns out he was kidding, if you could even consider something like that a joke… It doesn’t get so much as a smirk out of Saturn. Especially not when he’s still insisting on a tour— grand or not, it’s unreasonable. One might even say it’s… unbelievable…

   “… If you and Charon planned for you to have a tour of this building, then why would he not organize someone to guide you through it?” Fingers hover by their chin as they tilt their head curiously. If Nejiki were just going to a particular room he might be able to let a lack of forethought slide but you can’t have a tour without a guide. It goes hand in hand. “How odd. At the very least, I’d expect him to take you himself.” It’s being said in a roundabout and neutral way but frankly speaking, they don’t buy it just yet.

   “If you’re sure it’s a tour you’re looking for, I can bring you along to talk about it with Charon. Since you’ve planned it together then he shouldn’t have any problem being the guide instead of me.” He’s giving Nejiki a chance to back out in case he’s lying. If he’s not, then he can go on the tour with his grandfather. Win-win.

⯈ erk.⯇ the questionable look from saturn made him want to shrink inwards never to return as nejiki knew the commander held doubt on his words. his joke didn’t even faze him. albeit, it was a shitty attempt at one. as he listened attentively to saturn’s reasoning, it took every fiber in his cowardly instinct to not back down

⯈ “ I would hardly consider my grandfather to be an organized individual “ ⯇ a small chuckle slips past his lip, unaware, as he fiddles with the sorry looking note.  ⯈“ It must have...slipped his mind because-, “ ⯇ nejiki cuts himself off as his face fell, crestfallen. charon never agreed to a tour and even if the old man did agree to one, it’s just as saturn guessed.

   ‘ I’d expect him to take you himself. ‘

Oh I wish.

But charon would never and nejiki wouldn’t dare selfishly propose one. He clears his throat, and hastily checks on saturn’s suspicion level- let’s say 70%? that number was worrying, but at least it was all hypothetical! even so, he saw how important his next words had to be or the percentage might as well be real and he should see himself out the galactic building. 

⯈“ your name... sounded very familiar, I think I remember now. charon did mention a brilliant inventor in the team and I was intrigued. “ ⯇ he held up his own device, his eyes not quite meeting saturn’s in slight embarrassment and felt like... he was a pre-schooler holding up a drawing scribble to his disinterested parents.

⯈“ it-it’s in development! unsightly as it may look, I know this device will change sinnoh’s future in communication and battle! “ ⯇  his speech sped up in brief excitement before slowing down, choosing his last words carefully; tailoring it. ⯈“ I- I suppose there isn’t anyone else I would have hoped to run into- it’s an honor really..., someone like-minded and more experienced in this field. We may learn something from each other. “ ⯇ 

his voice trails off. somewhere along his attempt at deceptive persuasion, truth was introduced and changed the color of his words, even his tone sounded genuine the longer he spoke.

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   Loud footsteps catch Saturn’s attention. They’re clumsy and excitable, if the sound of stumbling and something akin to skipping is anything to go off of. It feels out of place.

   Certainly none of the employees would simply wander into his office without knocking first. It’s not one of the Commanders either. So just who is this exactly?

   “… A visitor?” No one had informed him of this, which is rather annoying. Seeing the note with Charon’s familiar handwriting scrawled all over it is enough to tip him off to what’s going on.

   With a sigh, they rise to their feet, closing the tabs open on their computer before turning their full attention to Nejiki. No matter how he feels about it on the inside, Saturn presents himself as polite and calm.

   “Yes, that’s right— You may call me Commander Saturn. And you must be Charon’s grandson.” The man had mentioned such a relative enough times for Saturn to take note of it. It must have been inevitable that he’d invite Nejiki over at some point ( Being that he’s an aspiring inventor, apparently. Worth keeping an eye on ). But to do it like this… Charon’s truly a scientist through and through… No business sense or consideration for his superiors at all. He could have at least said something.

   “To have you wandering by yourself like this without an escort— I’m not surprised that you ended up getting lost… If I had been notified I’d have organized one for you. Please excuse the miscommunication.” Having an outsider roaming freely through their headquarters is a disaster waiting to happen. Before long this guy would either end up hurting himself with equipment and filing a lawsuit or discovering something confidential. So… Saturn has no choice.

   “At this point, it can’t be helped. I’ll take the position during your stay here at Galactic Energy. Pleasure to have you here.” The words flow from their mouth all too easily, as expected of the Commander who deals with clients and employees on a day to day basis. A hand is held out for a brief handshake greeting. “Where was it that you were trying to get to?”

[▲] - his shoulder raises a fraction when saturn mentions charon, so easily identifying his ties with the old man as well.

grandfather mentioned me? in what way, praise? flippantly? pride? that- that hardly should matter!, but nejiki couldn’t deny the warm glow of happiness at the, usually, distant relative’s acknowledgement; even if it was indirect. however, the feeling quickly soured and left him just as cold- knowing the man, he probably only mentioned his materialistic successes void of any heartfelt ties or emotional fondness. as it should be. right?

⯈ “ I go by thorton. the pleasure is mine. “ ⯇ the words don’t flow as smoothly, a mere reply for social etiquette sake, and his voice wavered as if speaking took all his energy. even his handshake lacked grace and his grip was flimsy; granted he had to shift his prototype to the other hand to even accept the waiting hand. everything about him screamed young and unrefined...

but there is a glint in his eyes, sharply observant and inquisitive that stayed trained on the commander- not once did it wander around aimlessly and continued to fixate on saturn’s every movement. 

⯈ “ where else but- “ ⯇ his voice was impatient, annoyed even at the obvious question but his brain lights up with an idea. he keeps his demeanor the same, to not raise suspicion but a stuck-up smirk is evident. ⯈ “ -we, and by that I mean charon and I, agreed  that I get to have a grand tour of the infamous Galactic Energy building. I do believe you said you’ll gladly take the position? “ ⯇

though his words could be taken as sarcastic, nejiki’s face reflected nothing but sincerity. what saturn said was true. there was an observable lack of staff and the only other company seemed to be the constant hum of the generators scattered throughout. nejiki felt his palm sweat at his bold lie and the thought of wasting a commander’s time, but he was fed up with charon’s avoidance to his questions. 

this saturn guy was definitely not pleasant company, nor did he seemed to be any easier to yield answers. but it didn’t hurt to try. he couldn’t call himself an inventor if he didn’t.

⯈ “ I lied. “ ⯇  he attempts to joke but his voice is flat. making a good impression with a joke or two is good networking, he read in a textbook. ⯈ “ I don’t expect anything grand. A simple show around will suffice. “ ⯇

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[▲] - prototype of the vr.recorder in hand, nejiki scaled yet another set of stairs and almost tripped over shoes that were a size too big- his mother assured that he would grow into them. somehow, he was doubtful. annoying footwear aside, the young boy took in the hallway and shook his head at the lack of useful name plates. which room was he supposed to go in?

this humble town could barely keep its crumbling statue together and here stomped in, an organization that proclaimed itself to be an energy company, and erected a futuristic building. 

not that he cared. he only wanted to see his grandfather and boast about his first invention!

the thought brought a spring to his step, only to quickly die at the sight of, not a balding head, but two pointed blue hair in a dimply lit office. his nose flared with annoyance but kept it together as he stepped closer inside.

he almost mistook the other to be another grunt but the way the blue haired boy held himself was one who was confident in his position, the straightened back of one who is ready to bark orders if necessary. ah, perhaps he could help.

⯈ “ hmm, pardon me. i seem to be lost. oh, and I assure you I’m a visitor.” ⯇ he quickly held up a lanyard with a note attached. hastily scribbled on was, ‘visitor. permission commander charon’, and though it looked ridiculous it was authentic- it was as if this organization never considered having outsider.

⯈ “ I don’t want to assume but logic tells me you also hold the title, ‘commander’, no? “ ⯇ 

                                                        ⯈  @cronostellar

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