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(Com) Broken Transmission (PoKeHybrid TF Story)
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The land of Houenn houses nature to be a part of everyday life. At Route 123, many trainers hone their skills to find the Berry Master upon it. Discovering the secrets to free healing items pulls quite a draw to travelers. After many years of the Master’s home being the only point of civilization in the area, the Pokémon League decided to establish a Pokémon Center of a new breed- an automated system only to heal and store Pokémon. Since the requirement of HMs means only trainers with experience can enter, it proves to be an effective spot for those seeking to plant berries from the West, and battle-worn travelers from the North whom challenged Mt. Pyre. Such a reliance on technology in recent times leaves the Center in need of an upgrade. Its upgrade will be rather apparent.
With the Fly of a Pelipper departing, an excited Aide retreats back to the Pokémon Center. Shuffling along in brown flip flops, his chubby legs move as fast as they can to return to the back room of the air conditioned kiosk. The place is simply him behind a clear door with a silver knob, leading to clear walls revealing sensitive equipment and electronics. A white lab coat drapes over his body. Blue shorts and a white tee are all that’s underneath- it is a tropical climate after all. Green eyes scan the return label of the package. It’s sent by the Pokémon League in Ever Grande City. Such an important working of his Center can’t be trusted with human hands. Opening it up, he smiles at the box. It’s a purple case with a single disc partially visible due to its cut-away design. It’s labeled “For PokéCenter Porygons only”. Inserting the disc in a computer with a smile on his face, he waits to look at the large wide-screen monitor hanging from the ceiling. A Porygon2 greets his presence, projected on it.
“Poooooorygon!” It happily says its name-sake from speakers attached to the screen.
“Flip! That Dubious Disc finally came in!” He points to the opened case on the computer desk.
“Poooooooooory!” A small smiling sun graphic appears above his head.
Something breaks the conversation of the two. Seeing the door open, the Porygon vanishes from view.
A teenager steps into the booth. Transporting itself away from the screen by the Aide, the Porygon appears on a screen above a machine. It’s shaped like a Chansey holding onto a recessed tray with 6 indentations for balls. The teenager sighs in relief within the pleasant comforts of the kiosk.
As with everything else in the land, she’s rather in tune to nature- being barefoot. She wears a long purple shirt with purple cotton capris below. Purple hair is styled to resemble a peach. Purple eyes glance around. Finding the inhabitant of the building, she waves “hello” to the Aide while he replies with a “thumbs up”.
“Hiya, Jacki.” She hears him from an intercom speaker on the other side of the clear wall.
“Knocked out?” His voice is sincere but quite blunt.
She sighs and nods.
“Yeah, Ty. Being a PokéNav-ready trainer has its ups and downs.” She shrugs her shoulders. “It was worse before. Least I get breaks here.”
The Pokéballs float from her belt in an eerie purple light, lowering onto the kiosk’s tray. Ty nods in fascination with the small display of telekinetic abilities. Once settled down, the Porygon smiles as lights turn on from the tray. A few tones emit from the machine, exactly like the ones Nurse Joys operate in full-sized Pokémon Centers. The lights dim from the device. The monitor shows her Pokémon at full HP, ready to battle.
“Thanks, Mr. Register.” She smiles at the Pokémon on screen.
“PORY, GON!” A heart graphic appears above its head, appreciative of the praise.
The Pokéballs glow purple again, and return to her belt.
“See you later, Ty!” She waves at him.
“You too!”
Once she leaves, the Porygon2 returns to the back room, holding onto a text window. It dictates the text window out in a voice in a female voice, taken from voice recognition software.
“Upload complete. Are you sure you want to evolve?”
“It’s your call, Flip Register…” The aide states to his Pokémon.
Typing into a computer, he generates two boxes on the screen with Porygon.
“Yes” and “No” are displayed. Happy to oblige and be helpful, Flip pokes at the “Yes” box with its beak. As soon as he does, a graphic appears below the Pokémon. It shows it’s HP in green text as 200/200, which he finds to be troubling.
“Poooooory…” It looks distraught as the screen dims to black. No standard evolution visuals are shown.
“Flip? Buddy? Are you okay?” The aide says, growing worried.
The screen lights back up. Wild yellow eyes glare down to its master. A corrupted form greets him.
“GOO-oooo-OOOON!” Midway from the call, the voice is distorted with feedback. The Porygon2 has become a Porygon-Z, and it’s not looking so good.
With another cry, all of the lights die down inside the building. The kiosk fries out. Something is terribly wrong.
Rushing to his phone, the Aide dials to someone. He shouts out the situation to his superiors, hoping they will be able to help. Three smoking machines don't bode well for the small PokéCenter system. Red LED lights kick on at a tall container. While on hold, he uses the light of his phone to inspect his equipment.
Observing the smoking machines, he curses at the upgrade failing everything inside. The Chansey machine is a smoking mess. A tall mainframe is just as bad. Checking the backup server, it's broken down, too. And finally, the tall container looks rather creepy with bright LED lights illuminating it. Many Pokéballs in rugged containers and connected with wires is visible. With widening eyes, he realizes that it's the Pokémon Box Life Support System.
"No..." He whispers, distraught.
Being a small Center, they aren't connected to the teleport network like every other major city. All of the Pokémon at that facility are handled locally by the inhabitants of the area. Several hundred Pokémon have the Box as their home while in stasis away from their trainers. Simply summoning them all would not be viable in the closed space. As such, the importance of the Pokémon housed there is reflected by the angry shouts of Ty's voice as soon as he hears someone say "Hello?".
"This is Aide Ty for Center R123! The upgrade powered down everything! Emergency power is on! Nothing else is!"
The Tech Support on the line speaks with a calm voice- somewhat reassuring for things out of control.
"Okay. Engineers are en route. ETA, 30 minutes. Now, take a look at the Box system. Emergency power leaves a certain LED light based on how damaged it is. Goes from Green where the life support system is automated-"
"It's red, dangit! Red!"
The Techie clears his throat, feeling the pressure.
"A-alright. Supply Closet. Use the generator and plug the Box system-"
He doesn't get a chance to finish as Ty slips the phone to his pocket. Navigating to the steel closet, it opens up. Grabbing onto a handle for the generator- an engine with power plugs, he pulls it out of there and sets it next to the pillar of red lights. With a few tugs to a resilient string attached to a grip, it sputters to life. Opening a hatch, he plugs in an extension cord from the generator to the Box. He smiles from the progress, and picks up the phone from his pocket.
"-llo sir? Are you still there?" The techie was cut off after all.
"Yes. It's plugged in! The Life Support is set up. The red lights are brighter now!"
"Sir, check your Porygon unit! That shouldn't be happening!"
The realization hits- where is his Pokémon?
"Ey! Flip! Flip, come on out buddy!"
With his call, the screen in the back room flickers to life. His Pokémon shivers violently. With it back on screen, one of his worse fears is confirmed.
The HP indicator below it is not green anymore, but yellow, down to 95 HP and slowly dropping. Porygon looks down to its master, giving out a saddened call.
"P... P... Pooorygooooon..."
Above his head, a text box spells out what happened. It gets dictated by the robotic female voice.
"Pokémon Box Life Support System Failure.
Emergency Porygon platform rescue protocol enabled.
Warning: Platform cannot support on its own."
The Aide falls to his knees, the words he hears hitting home. Not only are these Pokémon are dying, so is his good friend.
He looks up at Porygon, HPs dwindling every few seconds. An hourglass appears above it, as if it's thinking. A few seconds pass, and it exclaims with a text box and dictation.
"Bill... Teleporter?"
Ty looks at his phone, and then brings it back to the side of his face. There is a lot of shuffling from the Tech's side.
"Heard it. I don't know how it can work, but... You’re the Aide, not me."
Seconds pass as he thinks about the advice his Pokémon presented him. Bill was the originator of the Pokémon Box system. His first trial had him fused with his Pokémon, widely contributed to be the first PoKéHybrid in existence to the scientific community. No photos exist of the event- only papers and Silph Co. throwing money at him to finish his research, hide it from public eye, and bankroll the Box technology. After a few moments, he gets to his feet- a determined look burning in his eyes.
"Hey you. I'm gonna do something drastic. So, your Engineers better come here faster."
Hanging up the phone, he looks over at his Pokémon. With a slight nod, he rushes to his workstation computer. Its uninterrupted power supply is very much alive with a good 10 minutes of life left from its back-lit screen. He types furiously, navigating through windows. After what feels like a lifetime of searching, he finds what he needs. Porygon speaks on for confirmation.
"Emergency teleportation system unadvised. Not enough power to perform."
Several keystrokes later, another message prompts.
"Error.
IRQ is less than zero... Zero... Ero...
……….
Override accepted.
Transferring Porygon outside cyberspace.
Synchronizing return beam with send beam. "
By aiming both beams at the same point, with him right at the path of both, he knows that things are about to be crazy for even attempting this. It was too easy to negate safety locks for the transport system. Based on the idea's originator, he figures that Flip Register must have cut through safety protocols to do what must be done. The two exchange glances.
Porygon-Z looks weak with its HP at red, going below 50. It can't manage the sophisticated functions of managing many Pokémon, but something greater, can. They nod at each other, ready for what's to come.
With two laser guns mounted on the ceiling in opposite sides, they aim and fire down at Ty. Their blue beams aren't affecting him at first, but that quickly changes as he hears Porygon call out for the last time.
"Poooooooory..."
It's followed by the robotic voice from before.
"Exporting Porygon platform R123 and teleporting platform R123-2 in 3... 2... 1..."
The beams do their work to Ty. He screams in pain as his body is assaulted by radiation, mixing with the forced export of the Pokémon as it tries to teleport the human simultaneously.
It leaves a painful transformation for the Aide to endure. It stars as he falls to his knees, holding onto his head. Through his hair, he feels a growth expand from his skull, standing up at a few inches. The computer voice speaks again.
"Transferring platform. 10% and rising."
Looking at the Box, the lights are starting to change color. There is a gasp of relief as the pain in his head lessens. The red fades to yellow, and that triggers changes elsewhere.
While Ty is able to grasp onto his head, there is a very uncomfortable feeling as his coat and shirt are feeling rather loose. With a sickening pair of snaps, he feels his shoulder blades collapse into his body. Crying out in pain, his arms fall to useless lumps onto the floor. Yet, within moments, he feels his arms, wriggling his fingers despite not being attached to his body anymore. It feels odd for his arms to float back up the side of his torso, moving to be partially inside his shirt sleeve. The pain returns, this time robbing him of his hips, sucking into his body. They fall like sticks as his torso falls on his legs. Those new arms of his hold him to "sit" upon them. His hands start feeling his legs, noticing changes happening to them. They're looking a little blue from elbows to hands. Broader as well, with thick fingers gripping his shins. Sucking back into his body, the legs return back to their owner, but two inches to the side of it. The shorts still fit, but not quite. He sees his feet snap apart the sandals, turning blue from the knees, down, and pink up to his body. Looking down at himself, he pulls up his shirt. It has a ring of blue around it while the rest of him is pink. He can't quite believe that all of this is happening.
"What... What am I becoming..." He stammers.
The computer voice returns.
"Platform transfer at 40%. Switching active platform control in 3... 2... 1..."
With the switch of control brought away from Flip, his ears ring loudly as the headache returns. His thoughts become muddled as worrying about his situation fades into finding out what is happening.
"I... I'm Tyl... Tyl... Tylip... Ylip... I'm T... I'm Flip... Fliiiiiip!"
His voice distorts, sounding like it's been put through a microphone with feedback as he cries.
"POOOOOOOOOOOORY.... GOOOOONHHH!"
He holds onto his throat, crying out to speak, but his voice is only a soft whisper- until his grip passes through his neck. Since his hand is there, it's held up by the hand to save from falling off of his body. The neck quickly sinks into his head, expanding it quickly with the extra mass. A painful expression is on his face, but without vocal chords, there's no way to speak it out. The hand is forced away as the head begins to float a few inches from his chest. His lips then push outward, dragging along his mouth to a long, sky blue beak, rounded in the end, and extends a foot away from his face. The inside of his mouth aches. Bringing his tongue to feel the back of his throat, he's horrified to feel many rivets and segments grow from there. Then, he screams as his ability to speak is now regulated with a speaker.
"EyaaaAAAAAGH!"
Looking to the monitor, he blinks as his eyes adjust. The many text windows from there start disappearing. Grumbling in pain as he wipes away tears, his eyes rise, growing taller inside of his head. The human retinas change to vertical black ovals. A bright yellow replaces the greens and whites of his eyes. Black rings press out away from the hybrid retinas, separating the retinas and circles evenly. Figuring out how they work, he zooms into the screen. Before him, the text boxes appear in his sight and not on the monitor. Finding out where they come from, he finds small holographic projectors at the base of his neck, shaped like small camera lenses, before the invisible field where his head is attached to his torso. He gasps at the information that exists with him instead of somewhere else. He raises his arms to the monitor, pulling in air as if he was imagining knocking it over. When he does, the image of his friend is displayed in its own colorful holographic window inches from his body. Ty touches it, but his hand passes through it. A window pops open above Flip, and he dictates it in the female voice recognition voice by the speaker in his throat.
"Platform is 90% transferred and proceeding. HP at 15% and dropping."
‘Thank goodness’ He thinks. ‘The transfer will finish before he drops to zero at this rate.’
"Secondary platform ready for operation."
With this addition, looking to the Box, it's now lit in green. Based on how he extracted the window of Porygon's health, he is somehow able to comprehend complex programs as easy as a force of will. There is no more pain- only a goal that he must see through. Ty and Flip are merged with the human becoming a PoKéHybrid. Reaching for the Box, pulling it out opens up many projectors located all over his body. The images of simple graphics filled with Pokémon obscure his vision as they collect all around him. So much rides on his operation.
He sweats, feeling the massive load of many programs running inside of his head, calculating room and space to keep the monsters alive while the hardware starts to smoke. While the generator keeps the life support turned on, his mental faculties are replacing the built-in hardware that's smoking. Shutting his eyes, he feels so much trying to force its way into him. But the beams soon cease.
Crawling to the generator, he fumbles with an extension cord to plug into it. Opening his eyes slightly, he feels around the side of his stomach. Finding a clay-like piece of flesh, he grunts as he plugs himself to it. With a happy sigh, he collapses from the strain, feeling accomplished with his goal.
20 minutes later, the Pokémon Engineers barge into the center. Airing out the area, they go to find Ty, now a Porygon-Z PKH, by the Box. Rolling on a dolly, they send out another Box system next to the broken one. Connecting wires to the new one, they turn it on. Seeking the hybrid below them, they look him over, silently sleeping as he's keeping the programs active around his body. A projected window pops above the Pokémon programs with a chibi projection of himself on it. He talks normally despite being in, well, Sleep mode.
"Hey guys! Just plug in a data cable to my right shoulder. Press it to that clay patch and I can transfer control in-"
The virtual avatar shakes a bit as he finishes.
"A-a-a-a bit!"
Dumbfounded, one of the Engineers does this, plugging it a USB cable into his body. The new Box lights up in green LEDs. On the new window presented to his guests, a progress bar appears. They hear him sigh in relief as it goes.
While dreaming, he sees himself, as a human, surrounded by all of the Pokémon that has their life support systems within him. Unlike the normal stasis in the Box, they're all actively exploring a digital world with wireframe walls, ceilings, and floors. They're happy to stretch and happy Ty saved them. As they walk away from him as the transfer occurs, he holds himself, knowing his good friend is alive with him. And with that, he disappears, moving to reality with open eyes, and a smile.
"Hey guys... What took so long! Poooor."
. Thanks a bunch.The land of Houenn houses nature to be a part of everyday life. At Route 123, many trainers hone their skills to find the Berry Master upon it. Discovering the secrets to free healing items pulls quite a draw to travelers. After many years of the Master’s home being the only point of civilization in the area, the Pokémon League decided to establish a Pokémon Center of a new breed- an automated system only to heal and store Pokémon. Since the requirement of HMs means only trainers with experience can enter, it proves to be an effective spot for those seeking to plant berries from the West, and battle-worn travelers from the North whom challenged Mt. Pyre. Such a reliance on technology in recent times leaves the Center in need of an upgrade. Its upgrade will be rather apparent.
With the Fly of a Pelipper departing, an excited Aide retreats back to the Pokémon Center. Shuffling along in brown flip flops, his chubby legs move as fast as they can to return to the back room of the air conditioned kiosk. The place is simply him behind a clear door with a silver knob, leading to clear walls revealing sensitive equipment and electronics. A white lab coat drapes over his body. Blue shorts and a white tee are all that’s underneath- it is a tropical climate after all. Green eyes scan the return label of the package. It’s sent by the Pokémon League in Ever Grande City. Such an important working of his Center can’t be trusted with human hands. Opening it up, he smiles at the box. It’s a purple case with a single disc partially visible due to its cut-away design. It’s labeled “For PokéCenter Porygons only”. Inserting the disc in a computer with a smile on his face, he waits to look at the large wide-screen monitor hanging from the ceiling. A Porygon2 greets his presence, projected on it.
“Poooooorygon!” It happily says its name-sake from speakers attached to the screen.
“Flip! That Dubious Disc finally came in!” He points to the opened case on the computer desk.
“Poooooooooory!” A small smiling sun graphic appears above his head.
Something breaks the conversation of the two. Seeing the door open, the Porygon vanishes from view.
A teenager steps into the booth. Transporting itself away from the screen by the Aide, the Porygon appears on a screen above a machine. It’s shaped like a Chansey holding onto a recessed tray with 6 indentations for balls. The teenager sighs in relief within the pleasant comforts of the kiosk.
As with everything else in the land, she’s rather in tune to nature- being barefoot. She wears a long purple shirt with purple cotton capris below. Purple hair is styled to resemble a peach. Purple eyes glance around. Finding the inhabitant of the building, she waves “hello” to the Aide while he replies with a “thumbs up”.
“Hiya, Jacki.” She hears him from an intercom speaker on the other side of the clear wall.
“Knocked out?” His voice is sincere but quite blunt.
She sighs and nods.
“Yeah, Ty. Being a PokéNav-ready trainer has its ups and downs.” She shrugs her shoulders. “It was worse before. Least I get breaks here.”
The Pokéballs float from her belt in an eerie purple light, lowering onto the kiosk’s tray. Ty nods in fascination with the small display of telekinetic abilities. Once settled down, the Porygon smiles as lights turn on from the tray. A few tones emit from the machine, exactly like the ones Nurse Joys operate in full-sized Pokémon Centers. The lights dim from the device. The monitor shows her Pokémon at full HP, ready to battle.
“Thanks, Mr. Register.” She smiles at the Pokémon on screen.
“PORY, GON!” A heart graphic appears above its head, appreciative of the praise.
The Pokéballs glow purple again, and return to her belt.
“See you later, Ty!” She waves at him.
“You too!”
Once she leaves, the Porygon2 returns to the back room, holding onto a text window. It dictates the text window out in a voice in a female voice, taken from voice recognition software.
“Upload complete. Are you sure you want to evolve?”
“It’s your call, Flip Register…” The aide states to his Pokémon.
Typing into a computer, he generates two boxes on the screen with Porygon.
“Yes” and “No” are displayed. Happy to oblige and be helpful, Flip pokes at the “Yes” box with its beak. As soon as he does, a graphic appears below the Pokémon. It shows it’s HP in green text as 200/200, which he finds to be troubling.
“Poooooory…” It looks distraught as the screen dims to black. No standard evolution visuals are shown.
“Flip? Buddy? Are you okay?” The aide says, growing worried.
The screen lights back up. Wild yellow eyes glare down to its master. A corrupted form greets him.
“GOO-oooo-OOOON!” Midway from the call, the voice is distorted with feedback. The Porygon2 has become a Porygon-Z, and it’s not looking so good.
With another cry, all of the lights die down inside the building. The kiosk fries out. Something is terribly wrong.
Rushing to his phone, the Aide dials to someone. He shouts out the situation to his superiors, hoping they will be able to help. Three smoking machines don't bode well for the small PokéCenter system. Red LED lights kick on at a tall container. While on hold, he uses the light of his phone to inspect his equipment.
Observing the smoking machines, he curses at the upgrade failing everything inside. The Chansey machine is a smoking mess. A tall mainframe is just as bad. Checking the backup server, it's broken down, too. And finally, the tall container looks rather creepy with bright LED lights illuminating it. Many Pokéballs in rugged containers and connected with wires is visible. With widening eyes, he realizes that it's the Pokémon Box Life Support System.
"No..." He whispers, distraught.
Being a small Center, they aren't connected to the teleport network like every other major city. All of the Pokémon at that facility are handled locally by the inhabitants of the area. Several hundred Pokémon have the Box as their home while in stasis away from their trainers. Simply summoning them all would not be viable in the closed space. As such, the importance of the Pokémon housed there is reflected by the angry shouts of Ty's voice as soon as he hears someone say "Hello?".
"This is Aide Ty for Center R123! The upgrade powered down everything! Emergency power is on! Nothing else is!"
The Tech Support on the line speaks with a calm voice- somewhat reassuring for things out of control.
"Okay. Engineers are en route. ETA, 30 minutes. Now, take a look at the Box system. Emergency power leaves a certain LED light based on how damaged it is. Goes from Green where the life support system is automated-"
"It's red, dangit! Red!"
The Techie clears his throat, feeling the pressure.
"A-alright. Supply Closet. Use the generator and plug the Box system-"
He doesn't get a chance to finish as Ty slips the phone to his pocket. Navigating to the steel closet, it opens up. Grabbing onto a handle for the generator- an engine with power plugs, he pulls it out of there and sets it next to the pillar of red lights. With a few tugs to a resilient string attached to a grip, it sputters to life. Opening a hatch, he plugs in an extension cord from the generator to the Box. He smiles from the progress, and picks up the phone from his pocket.
"-llo sir? Are you still there?" The techie was cut off after all.
"Yes. It's plugged in! The Life Support is set up. The red lights are brighter now!"
"Sir, check your Porygon unit! That shouldn't be happening!"
The realization hits- where is his Pokémon?
"Ey! Flip! Flip, come on out buddy!"
With his call, the screen in the back room flickers to life. His Pokémon shivers violently. With it back on screen, one of his worse fears is confirmed.
The HP indicator below it is not green anymore, but yellow, down to 95 HP and slowly dropping. Porygon looks down to its master, giving out a saddened call.
"P... P... Pooorygooooon..."
Above his head, a text box spells out what happened. It gets dictated by the robotic female voice.
"Pokémon Box Life Support System Failure.
Emergency Porygon platform rescue protocol enabled.
Warning: Platform cannot support on its own."
The Aide falls to his knees, the words he hears hitting home. Not only are these Pokémon are dying, so is his good friend.
He looks up at Porygon, HPs dwindling every few seconds. An hourglass appears above it, as if it's thinking. A few seconds pass, and it exclaims with a text box and dictation.
"Bill... Teleporter?"
Ty looks at his phone, and then brings it back to the side of his face. There is a lot of shuffling from the Tech's side.
"Heard it. I don't know how it can work, but... You’re the Aide, not me."
Seconds pass as he thinks about the advice his Pokémon presented him. Bill was the originator of the Pokémon Box system. His first trial had him fused with his Pokémon, widely contributed to be the first PoKéHybrid in existence to the scientific community. No photos exist of the event- only papers and Silph Co. throwing money at him to finish his research, hide it from public eye, and bankroll the Box technology. After a few moments, he gets to his feet- a determined look burning in his eyes.
"Hey you. I'm gonna do something drastic. So, your Engineers better come here faster."
Hanging up the phone, he looks over at his Pokémon. With a slight nod, he rushes to his workstation computer. Its uninterrupted power supply is very much alive with a good 10 minutes of life left from its back-lit screen. He types furiously, navigating through windows. After what feels like a lifetime of searching, he finds what he needs. Porygon speaks on for confirmation.
"Emergency teleportation system unadvised. Not enough power to perform."
Several keystrokes later, another message prompts.
"Error.
IRQ is less than zero... Zero... Ero...
……….
Override accepted.
Transferring Porygon outside cyberspace.
Synchronizing return beam with send beam. "
By aiming both beams at the same point, with him right at the path of both, he knows that things are about to be crazy for even attempting this. It was too easy to negate safety locks for the transport system. Based on the idea's originator, he figures that Flip Register must have cut through safety protocols to do what must be done. The two exchange glances.
Porygon-Z looks weak with its HP at red, going below 50. It can't manage the sophisticated functions of managing many Pokémon, but something greater, can. They nod at each other, ready for what's to come.
With two laser guns mounted on the ceiling in opposite sides, they aim and fire down at Ty. Their blue beams aren't affecting him at first, but that quickly changes as he hears Porygon call out for the last time.
"Poooooooory..."
It's followed by the robotic voice from before.
"Exporting Porygon platform R123 and teleporting platform R123-2 in 3... 2... 1..."
The beams do their work to Ty. He screams in pain as his body is assaulted by radiation, mixing with the forced export of the Pokémon as it tries to teleport the human simultaneously.
It leaves a painful transformation for the Aide to endure. It stars as he falls to his knees, holding onto his head. Through his hair, he feels a growth expand from his skull, standing up at a few inches. The computer voice speaks again.
"Transferring platform. 10% and rising."
Looking at the Box, the lights are starting to change color. There is a gasp of relief as the pain in his head lessens. The red fades to yellow, and that triggers changes elsewhere.
While Ty is able to grasp onto his head, there is a very uncomfortable feeling as his coat and shirt are feeling rather loose. With a sickening pair of snaps, he feels his shoulder blades collapse into his body. Crying out in pain, his arms fall to useless lumps onto the floor. Yet, within moments, he feels his arms, wriggling his fingers despite not being attached to his body anymore. It feels odd for his arms to float back up the side of his torso, moving to be partially inside his shirt sleeve. The pain returns, this time robbing him of his hips, sucking into his body. They fall like sticks as his torso falls on his legs. Those new arms of his hold him to "sit" upon them. His hands start feeling his legs, noticing changes happening to them. They're looking a little blue from elbows to hands. Broader as well, with thick fingers gripping his shins. Sucking back into his body, the legs return back to their owner, but two inches to the side of it. The shorts still fit, but not quite. He sees his feet snap apart the sandals, turning blue from the knees, down, and pink up to his body. Looking down at himself, he pulls up his shirt. It has a ring of blue around it while the rest of him is pink. He can't quite believe that all of this is happening.
"What... What am I becoming..." He stammers.
The computer voice returns.
"Platform transfer at 40%. Switching active platform control in 3... 2... 1..."
With the switch of control brought away from Flip, his ears ring loudly as the headache returns. His thoughts become muddled as worrying about his situation fades into finding out what is happening.
"I... I'm Tyl... Tyl... Tylip... Ylip... I'm T... I'm Flip... Fliiiiiip!"
His voice distorts, sounding like it's been put through a microphone with feedback as he cries.
"POOOOOOOOOOOORY.... GOOOOONHHH!"
He holds onto his throat, crying out to speak, but his voice is only a soft whisper- until his grip passes through his neck. Since his hand is there, it's held up by the hand to save from falling off of his body. The neck quickly sinks into his head, expanding it quickly with the extra mass. A painful expression is on his face, but without vocal chords, there's no way to speak it out. The hand is forced away as the head begins to float a few inches from his chest. His lips then push outward, dragging along his mouth to a long, sky blue beak, rounded in the end, and extends a foot away from his face. The inside of his mouth aches. Bringing his tongue to feel the back of his throat, he's horrified to feel many rivets and segments grow from there. Then, he screams as his ability to speak is now regulated with a speaker.
"EyaaaAAAAAGH!"
Looking to the monitor, he blinks as his eyes adjust. The many text windows from there start disappearing. Grumbling in pain as he wipes away tears, his eyes rise, growing taller inside of his head. The human retinas change to vertical black ovals. A bright yellow replaces the greens and whites of his eyes. Black rings press out away from the hybrid retinas, separating the retinas and circles evenly. Figuring out how they work, he zooms into the screen. Before him, the text boxes appear in his sight and not on the monitor. Finding out where they come from, he finds small holographic projectors at the base of his neck, shaped like small camera lenses, before the invisible field where his head is attached to his torso. He gasps at the information that exists with him instead of somewhere else. He raises his arms to the monitor, pulling in air as if he was imagining knocking it over. When he does, the image of his friend is displayed in its own colorful holographic window inches from his body. Ty touches it, but his hand passes through it. A window pops open above Flip, and he dictates it in the female voice recognition voice by the speaker in his throat.
"Platform is 90% transferred and proceeding. HP at 15% and dropping."
‘Thank goodness’ He thinks. ‘The transfer will finish before he drops to zero at this rate.’
"Secondary platform ready for operation."
With this addition, looking to the Box, it's now lit in green. Based on how he extracted the window of Porygon's health, he is somehow able to comprehend complex programs as easy as a force of will. There is no more pain- only a goal that he must see through. Ty and Flip are merged with the human becoming a PoKéHybrid. Reaching for the Box, pulling it out opens up many projectors located all over his body. The images of simple graphics filled with Pokémon obscure his vision as they collect all around him. So much rides on his operation.
He sweats, feeling the massive load of many programs running inside of his head, calculating room and space to keep the monsters alive while the hardware starts to smoke. While the generator keeps the life support turned on, his mental faculties are replacing the built-in hardware that's smoking. Shutting his eyes, he feels so much trying to force its way into him. But the beams soon cease.
Crawling to the generator, he fumbles with an extension cord to plug into it. Opening his eyes slightly, he feels around the side of his stomach. Finding a clay-like piece of flesh, he grunts as he plugs himself to it. With a happy sigh, he collapses from the strain, feeling accomplished with his goal.
20 minutes later, the Pokémon Engineers barge into the center. Airing out the area, they go to find Ty, now a Porygon-Z PKH, by the Box. Rolling on a dolly, they send out another Box system next to the broken one. Connecting wires to the new one, they turn it on. Seeking the hybrid below them, they look him over, silently sleeping as he's keeping the programs active around his body. A projected window pops above the Pokémon programs with a chibi projection of himself on it. He talks normally despite being in, well, Sleep mode.
"Hey guys! Just plug in a data cable to my right shoulder. Press it to that clay patch and I can transfer control in-"
The virtual avatar shakes a bit as he finishes.
"A-a-a-a bit!"
Dumbfounded, one of the Engineers does this, plugging it a USB cable into his body. The new Box lights up in green LEDs. On the new window presented to his guests, a progress bar appears. They hear him sigh in relief as it goes.
While dreaming, he sees himself, as a human, surrounded by all of the Pokémon that has their life support systems within him. Unlike the normal stasis in the Box, they're all actively exploring a digital world with wireframe walls, ceilings, and floors. They're happy to stretch and happy Ty saved them. As they walk away from him as the transfer occurs, he holds himself, knowing his good friend is alive with him. And with that, he disappears, moving to reality with open eyes, and a smile.
"Hey guys... What took so long! Poooor."
Category Story / Transformation
Species Pokemon
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