~Reveal~
The flash of the cameras reflected off the chrome Pokeball brilliantly as the old round man walked up onto the stage where it was sitting. The stage was positioned in the corner of a grand auditorium filled with countless people eagerly awaiting the presentation. Each person near the stage had one of the brightly flashing cameras. The chrome Pokeball was stationed regally on top of a translucent stand, for all to see.
As the old round man reached the top of the stage, an enthusiastic voice echoed throughout the auditorium.
"Give it up for Mr. Silph!"
Shortly after the voice came, thunderous applause originated from every person in the auditorium as Mr. Silph positioned himself behind the podium.
"Thank you all for being here on this historic day. I would like to formally announce our latest project, the Porygon!" Mr. Silph said, gesturing toward the chrome Pokeball sitting on top of the stand.
Soon after the short introduction, the crowd began to applaud loudly in anticipation of what was to come.
After the crowd died down, Mark briskly walked onto the stage and over to the stand that supported the chrome Pokeball.
"Alright Porygon," Mark said, as he lifted the Pokeball. "Come on out!" He exclaimed as he tossed the chrome sphere at the surface of the stage.
The ball quickly impacted the ground, and popped open to reveal sparks and a vibrant red light. This red light quickly formed into the shape of the Porygon, and - as if being colored in - turned to matter. The Porygon sat there on the stage, as a barrage of bright lights invaded the area. The Porygon, however, remained unfazed.
"Come here, Porygon!" Mr. Silph said playfully.
The Porygon then levitated two feet off the ground, and floated over to Mr. Silph. Once there, he mechanically chirped, "Pory!".
Mr. Silph extended his hand down to pet the Porygon on the nose. As he did, it appeared as if the whole audience was one giant mass of bright light. It was a wonder anyone could see through all the camera flashing.
Mr. Silph then straightened up, and glanced at the crowd, as if studying each individual.
"As you already know, we have been trying to engineer an artificial Pokemon for years. Well, after hard work, and much dedication, we succeeded. Our goal was to make a Pokemon that anyone can own. A Pokemon that takes little to no maintenance. Most importantly we wanted to create one that was believable, and seemed real. This Pokemon is very loyal, and will never disobey an order from its master." Mr. Silph said intently.
He smiled as he looked at each of the mesmerized faces glued to the Porygon.
"I will take any questions relating to the Porygon shortly. Thank you!" He continued, as he started to walk off stage. As he turned around, he noticed an eerie man in a black suit, and black sunglasses staring at him from the cover of the crowd. "
What are they doing here? I told them to stay out of this," Mr. Silph thought to himself.
The Porygon looked around, as if alert. Its head quickly jotted from side to side, as if looking for something.
"What are you doing?" Mark said, quietly. He reached out his hand to touch the Porygon, but he got shocked by static electricity.
The Porygon then floated up to Mark's head level, and it's black pupils sharpened, as if angry.
Mark quickly reached for the chrome Pokeball, and pressed the center button. A red beam of light shot out at the hostile Porygon from the ball, and pulled the Porygon inside.
Relieved, but trying to keep cool, Mark briskly walked off stage, with Mr. Silph.
They walked down a predetermined path cut off by ropes to a door that Mr. Silph walked through.
Once they each got inside the cramped prep room, Mark sat down on an old worn out couch in the corner of the room.
"Something isn't right." Mark started off.
Mr. Silph just stood there, rubbing his chin. "I know."
"I need to know if you assigned anyone else to program the Porygon but me." Mark said apprehensively, as if not to anger the man.
Mr. Silph was just quiet, staring into the corner.
"Mr. Silph. The Porygon isn't acting right. There is something in it's program that I didn't put there." Mark said, somewhat bluntly.
"I need to go. Don't follow me," was all Mr. Silph said, as he walked out the back door.
"Where are you going?" Mark sighed, as he slumped into the couch.
Mark pulled out a cell-phone, and began looking at files. He was looking at the Porygon source code, hoping to find something out of place. He looked in all the files, and examined every program. However, he found nothing.
"What could be the problem?" Mark asked, to no one in particular.
The room was a tight one, with a couch in the corner, and three prep chairs facing mirrors. There was a painting on the wall that depicted a human playing with a Pokemon. It represented companionship, and compassion.
Shortly after Mark put his cell-phone away, Mr. Silph walked back into the room, sweat dripping from his brow.
"Ok, let's talk to the press." Mr. Silph said, as he walked to the door that lead to the main auditorium.
***
"Alright, he's walking back out on stage," a man said into a radio. This man had a very rough voice, and out of control facial hair. He was stationed very far back in the auditorium, so no one could see him. He had a pair of binoculars, of which he was peering into.
The auditorium was emptier than it was at first, but there was still a mass of people with cameras near the stage.
"Ok everyone, I will answer a few questions about the Porygon," came Mr. Silph's voice over the speakers.
Many people in the crowd started talking, but it was impossible to hear from so far away.
"Do you have a visual on the Porygon?" rang the radio in the man's hand.
"No, Mr. Silph is the only one on stage," the man replied to the radio.
"Ah, very good question," Mr. Silph's voice echoed, "the Porygon is perfectly harmless. Trust me, I only issued one programmer for the job, no one else had access to the scripts. Even if anything goes wrong, each Porygon will come with a free remote. The remote can turn the Porygon unit on and off, at the user's will."
A long pause came, as Mr. Silph listened to the next question.
"A good battler? My friends, the Porygon is an excellent battler! With a very large move-pool, of which can be found in your brochure, the Porygon can know any move it needs to defeat its next opponent," Mr. Silph replied to a reporter.
Numerous questions came, and numerous questions were answered by Mr. Silph. However, there was one question asked by the spying man:
"Is it time?"
"Yes. Move in now," the radio cracked.