Story Notes:
Credits go to Starlyte for her help in making this happen.As always, I make no attempt at claiming ownership over anything I didn't explicitly create. All rights reserved to their owners. Please don't sue. :)
The new beginning?
Dear Journal,
You may be the newest iteration I have now... having lost my last copy of you. Thinking about everything I've shared back then... it feels logical to recap this now, so neither of us forget. So that the memory of my late mother, being the only to have survived to see me live, thanks to a long and horrific familial curse in the blood of my genes. How I'd received an Abra back then - Jonas - and seeing him grow up into the strong, tall, and powerful Alakazam he is now. And how with the lack of a mother, he and I had grown close...
Journal, it still feels strange to think about, even though I grew up with him at my side all my life. How even back then, learning to read, write and speak, even as an Abra he was learning it with me. It's well known that Abra are intelligent, and have the blessing of psychic powers. I suppose he could have simply used telepathy to communicate with me. but in time, the Abra surprised all by learning to speak, phoneticize, and use grammar as the books taught.
He never mentioned why, though. Maybe he didn't want to read my thoughts. Maybe he thought that highly of me to communicate on such terms. Or he might have simply foresaw some of the tragedies of my future. Either way, hearing his voice has been a blessing, and having someone I could converse with probably one of the few things to keep me sane through all that has happened, especially recently....
Furthermore, I keep thinking back to the days at the lab... I knew it was a risk accepting a job from Team Rocket. But their facilities were far more capable than anything I had to work with at the time. And I felt that I was so very close then to finally cracking the enigma of my genetic fallacy, from the relative safety of being a male. Surely, some of that hardware was able to be spared to pursue result in this. Yet it was from my participation that helped create the first of a new creature called Mewtwo, and how Rocket was all too ready to employ my unwitting research, into making more... specifically, from human hosts. Fortune smiled on me then, allowing me to escape before that... series of incidents happened.
I should have known I'd had a target on my head for that, Journal. But I suppose I had a blindness to this. In the name of trying to cure my family's curse, I had been willing to risk it all... it is only now that I realize how poorly I'd lost then.
But most of all, Journal, the most recent events, regarding the incidents at the labs, and having my work cast aside. I had helped to create a new species of Pokémon, Journal... but in so doing, opened the doors to a new reign of terror, by this new creature potentially... by team rocket, surely. Perhaps it is that, which is why the scientific community has seemingly turned its back on me... only to be betrayed, captured... and become an experiment myself. Journal, it pains me to think of these things... it pains me to think of the dark visions of foreboding I get as a result.
The hereditary curse, that I mentioned, ensures death to the McCray women, who die in birthing their children. And before I had been so turned into an experiment... I was a man. I now seem to be not just a female in body, but in body I share traits of a Raichu. Yet my mind, still actively refuses to be a part of this... leading to my struggles. Even when it first happened, the shock seemed to never go away. Nor did it help when they would send in ferals to try and mount me. Like I was some kind of plaything... It was demeaning, dejecting. A cruel, sadistic joke that threatened to wrack my fragile psyche to shreds.
Again, I owe my life to my one friend, Jonas... it was with his help that we set enough chaos in their labs to keep them occupied and escape. But now, Journal, I had my work cut out for me. my own blood work shows me having far different DNA than before - several times more complex than standard human DNA. and I would experience... urges, that no doubt come from the Pokémon side. Urges I would have to control, for my own survival.
I also can't help but to note these... feelings I would have. Toward my friend. Were they always there? Does it matter? Either way, I needed to find this accursed curse, Journal. And I would need to cure it. Not just for my survival... but for my future. For even if I'm not around to share these words, I need you to record them, Journal. So that others can learn from them, and learn their lessons before they attempt to play Arceus, like I took part in doing.
I suppose that going forward from this point, I would have many questions; new worries to address as well. As a female, I was now vulnerable to the curse... and that being bred, until such time that I could find a way to neutralize it, would mean certain death. It would also be nice if I could find notes on how those bastards managed to change my gender, so I could hopefully undo that, too.... maybe. There was also the matter of trying to get some semblance of my life back to normal... if it could ever be called that. People mutated to anthro pokemon like this was still a very new concept... and likely alien to most. With Team Rocket heading the research now, it's unlikely any new ones that show up would be trusted.
Forgive me for the ramblings, Journal, but so much has happened as of late, it really does feel like I'm pressured to summarize it before it is lost in fleeting memories. But I suppose... that's what you're here for, isn't it?
- Artemus McCray
You may be the newest iteration I have now... having lost my last copy of you. Thinking about everything I've shared back then... it feels logical to recap this now, so neither of us forget. So that the memory of my late mother, being the only to have survived to see me live, thanks to a long and horrific familial curse in the blood of my genes. How I'd received an Abra back then - Jonas - and seeing him grow up into the strong, tall, and powerful Alakazam he is now. And how with the lack of a mother, he and I had grown close...
Journal, it still feels strange to think about, even though I grew up with him at my side all my life. How even back then, learning to read, write and speak, even as an Abra he was learning it with me. It's well known that Abra are intelligent, and have the blessing of psychic powers. I suppose he could have simply used telepathy to communicate with me. but in time, the Abra surprised all by learning to speak, phoneticize, and use grammar as the books taught.
He never mentioned why, though. Maybe he didn't want to read my thoughts. Maybe he thought that highly of me to communicate on such terms. Or he might have simply foresaw some of the tragedies of my future. Either way, hearing his voice has been a blessing, and having someone I could converse with probably one of the few things to keep me sane through all that has happened, especially recently....
Furthermore, I keep thinking back to the days at the lab... I knew it was a risk accepting a job from Team Rocket. But their facilities were far more capable than anything I had to work with at the time. And I felt that I was so very close then to finally cracking the enigma of my genetic fallacy, from the relative safety of being a male. Surely, some of that hardware was able to be spared to pursue result in this. Yet it was from my participation that helped create the first of a new creature called Mewtwo, and how Rocket was all too ready to employ my unwitting research, into making more... specifically, from human hosts. Fortune smiled on me then, allowing me to escape before that... series of incidents happened.
I should have known I'd had a target on my head for that, Journal. But I suppose I had a blindness to this. In the name of trying to cure my family's curse, I had been willing to risk it all... it is only now that I realize how poorly I'd lost then.
But most of all, Journal, the most recent events, regarding the incidents at the labs, and having my work cast aside. I had helped to create a new species of Pokémon, Journal... but in so doing, opened the doors to a new reign of terror, by this new creature potentially... by team rocket, surely. Perhaps it is that, which is why the scientific community has seemingly turned its back on me... only to be betrayed, captured... and become an experiment myself. Journal, it pains me to think of these things... it pains me to think of the dark visions of foreboding I get as a result.
The hereditary curse, that I mentioned, ensures death to the McCray women, who die in birthing their children. And before I had been so turned into an experiment... I was a man. I now seem to be not just a female in body, but in body I share traits of a Raichu. Yet my mind, still actively refuses to be a part of this... leading to my struggles. Even when it first happened, the shock seemed to never go away. Nor did it help when they would send in ferals to try and mount me. Like I was some kind of plaything... It was demeaning, dejecting. A cruel, sadistic joke that threatened to wrack my fragile psyche to shreds.
Again, I owe my life to my one friend, Jonas... it was with his help that we set enough chaos in their labs to keep them occupied and escape. But now, Journal, I had my work cut out for me. my own blood work shows me having far different DNA than before - several times more complex than standard human DNA. and I would experience... urges, that no doubt come from the Pokémon side. Urges I would have to control, for my own survival.
I also can't help but to note these... feelings I would have. Toward my friend. Were they always there? Does it matter? Either way, I needed to find this accursed curse, Journal. And I would need to cure it. Not just for my survival... but for my future. For even if I'm not around to share these words, I need you to record them, Journal. So that others can learn from them, and learn their lessons before they attempt to play Arceus, like I took part in doing.
I suppose that going forward from this point, I would have many questions; new worries to address as well. As a female, I was now vulnerable to the curse... and that being bred, until such time that I could find a way to neutralize it, would mean certain death. It would also be nice if I could find notes on how those bastards managed to change my gender, so I could hopefully undo that, too.... maybe. There was also the matter of trying to get some semblance of my life back to normal... if it could ever be called that. People mutated to anthro pokemon like this was still a very new concept... and likely alien to most. With Team Rocket heading the research now, it's unlikely any new ones that show up would be trusted.
Forgive me for the ramblings, Journal, but so much has happened as of late, it really does feel like I'm pressured to summarize it before it is lost in fleeting memories. But I suppose... that's what you're here for, isn't it?
- Artemus McCray