Elves: Goal, help Pokémon fulfill their wishes

In this spiritual world without any color and full of nothingness.

"Where is this place? Who am I?"

"Why am I here?"

That was the first time that the electrical waves generated by its brain since its heart and pulse beat were converted into thoughts.

As if expecting a response, it waited for a moment.

But in fact, no one, or to be more precise, no living creature, could hear its question, let alone give an answer.

Because this is a land purely constructed by spiritual power, everything here is built based on the "cognition" of the outside world.

And it... has no "cognition".

Because it has no knowledge of "color", even "black and white" does not exist here; it has no knowledge of "matter", so there is not even a place to stay here, only "emptiness" and "nothingness"; it has no knowledge of "self", so even its own image cannot be projected in this world created by it...

I don’t know how much time has passed, maybe just a moment, or maybe it has been several years - but it doesn’t make sense, at least not to it.

Because it also does not have the awareness of the "passage of time".

Sometimes he was awake and in a daze, and sometimes he was asleep and mumbling.

Later, perhaps because it felt that the spiritual world with nothing was too monotonous and boring, or perhaps, just because of a coincidence, it opened its eyes for the first time to see the real world.

Its sight passed through the clear yellow liquid and the transparent glass of the life-support device. Everything, whether still or moving, including its own reflection in the glass, was very new to it.

As if in a flash of lightning, this gifted animal understood "color" and perceived "matter" in just an instant - but when it came to understanding "self", it was troubled again.

"Dr. Toyama, come here quickly! It finally woke up and opened its eyes!"

At this time, a female experimenter who was holding a clipboard to record data felt the undisguised curious gaze of the little guy in the culture tank falling on her.

In her joy, she quickly waved to the man not far away.

Hearing this, the man with a goatee and a hooked nose, whom the female researcher called Dr. Toyama, also lit up with joy. He hurriedly picked up his small round glasses from the table, put them on his nose in a hurry, and then strode over.

Dr. Fuji? Quick? Wake up? Open your eyes?

It chewed over the meaning of these pronunciations carefully. Even though this was its first time coming into contact with human language, it was able to decipher a lot of information - but it was not sure whether what it understood was correct.

"Dream No. 2..." Dr. Toyama began to speak.

Is Fantasy No. 2 referring to me? It was a little confused.

"Both me and the boss have high hopes for you."

Boss? High hopes? Dream No. 2 was getting more and more confused.

Thinking about these questions, it suddenly felt tired again.

Just following its biological instinct, Dream No. 2 closed its eyes again. But this time it seemed not to fall into a deep sleep, but into an even darker "abyss".

"Dr. Toyama, the brain wave values ​​of Dream No. 2 are decreasing rapidly and are approaching the dangerous threshold - just like the other clones before, it is about to die of brain death!" A cry of surprise was heard.

Clone? Dream No. 2, whose thoughts had become heavy as if soaked in water and whose brain had become dull as if rusted, could only grasp this word.

"How could it be? It just woke up!" Dr. Toyama refuted in fear at first, then realized something, "So, it wasn't a normal awakening just now, but a 'last gasp'?!"

"The chain structure of the Dream Gene is too unstable. The genes in Dream No. 2 are collapsing!"

"Dr. Toyama, what should we do now? If Dream No. 2 dies, we won't be able to explain to the boss!"

"..." The chaotic and noisy sound reached the ears of Dream No. 2, whose consciousness was gradually fading away. It murmured in its heart, "Dream? Death?"

"Stop arguing! Use the original blood, that drop of super ancient human blood that has a high affinity with the dream gene sequence!" Toyama slammed the table and said angrily, "Inject it quickly!"

"..."Original blood? What is that?

……

"Where is this place? Who am I?"

Like a familiar swallow returning, Dream No. 2, with its arms around its knees and its body curled up, once again awakened in its spiritual world and asked almost the same questions.

"Why am I here?"

It murmured, muttered, and looked around.

The surroundings were no longer the empty "nothingness" as when they first saw it. Instead, there was a dull black color - and Dream No. 2 itself was emitting a faint blue glow in this darkness.

Slowly landing on the possible ground, it looked down at its palm with three ball-shaped fingers, and touched its angular face curiously.

"This should be 'me'." Dream No. 2 recalled the image reflected on the glass at that time, but his tone was very firm, "But... who is 'me'?"

It was back to the original question. It kept questioning itself, but it couldn't get an answer.

"You've been talking there since the beginning. Aren't you tired?"

Suddenly, a voice came from not far away, and the tone sounded like a complaint.

Dream No. 2 suddenly raised its head and looked in the direction where the sound came from. There was a faint red light flashing there. As if by some strange coincidence, it flew towards the red light - because it could not walk yet.

However, the distance between the red light and Dream No. 2 did not seem to decrease, and the latter also discovered this.

"Hey, why are you running?" It finally realized that the other party was not stationary, but was also moving.

Hong Guang's voice came: "Because you are chasing!"

"I'm chasing you, but why are you running?" Dream No. 2 was stunned and asked in confusion.

In response, the red light confidently asked back: "Since you are chasing me, why can't I run?"

Ah? If I'm chased, I have to run? If I run, I have to chase?

...Fantasy No. 2.exe has lost response.

"But I want to see you." After a few minutes, its mind finally came to its senses and it asked earnestly.

Hong Guang seemed to hesitate for a moment: "Okay then."

The other party stopped moving, and Dream No. 2 finally saw the true face of the red light. It was a guy who looked not much different from the "white coats" he had seen when he opened his eyes before.

But the difference is that this guy who is emitting a faint red glow all over his body has a strange halo covering his face, unlike the "white coat" who has a nose and eyes.

"Who are you?" Dream No. 2 asked curiously.

"Greek milk." Hong Guang replied.