"Master Grey, come try on your new suit."
"Mr. Grey, your difficulties are known to everyone."
"Do you even care that he died? SAY SOMETHING YOU ROBOT!!"
"Grey- don't.. don't leave, please!!"
*Crackle*
A young boy surged awake violently. His breathing was ragged and the lingering effects of a nightmare slowly faded from his mind.
This boy looked to be twelve years old and his name was Grey Morgan. His body and clothes were wrapped in rags, and furs, and the loud storm thundered outside the cave he rested in.
Thunder and lightning sounded in the distance as his breathing started to calm down, he looked around the area in confusion.
'This is not the hotel bathroom…' He thought silently.
He glanced down at his hands and felt the lingering adrenaline in his unfamiliar body slowly fading. The familiar feeling of a human body's reaction to fear and stress. But other than the bodily reaction, Grey had an unprecedented calmness in his eyes.
Even though he was in a completely unfamiliar situation, in a cave in the middle of a place he didn't know and a body he didn't own, he still retained calm.
Of course, it's not like he can help it much. He had always been like this since he was a child and his training from an early age to inherit Morgan Inc made him calm at most times. It wasn't really a bad thing either, he just didn't seem to even experience true panic since he was raised.
He would always remain calm and assess his situation.
He pushed himself up against the cave wall, his legs staggering weakly against it. There was a small wound open along his leg which had scabbed, and some general signs of weakness due to malnutrition.
An image slowly formed in his mind of a loading bar and a computer folder with his name on it.
{
[0/100]
Grey Morgan
====
(Expand information)
}
'Is that a folder… a computer folder?'
He thought about opening the folder and it opened for him in his mind. He could see three blank pages resting in the folder, but nothing that could indicate what its use was. However, before he could continue to explore the folder in his mind, he was interrupted by a powerful roar.
*ROAR*
He needed to figure out his current situation first.
…
Grey's Journal Entry, Day 2
This day was spent as a difficult assessment of the surroundings and my current circumstances. I must admit, I was shocked today. This place, this world is different from before.
Pokemon are real. The characters and cute pets seen in animation are no longer a fantasy. They are highly intelligent and capable of understanding human speech.
I managed to communicate with a Catterpie after finding a berry bush filled with edible food.
It was surprisingly reasonable and didn't display much aggression at my taking of its normal food source. Not only that… but I found its natural innocence to be quite endearing.
I look forward to further cooperation with the little guy.
…
Grey's Journal Entry, Day 4
Today was spent on finding a better location to settle. The climate of the area I'm in is filled with heavy rain. I would normally suspect, that I am near a coastal area, but the forest and mountain terrain here say otherwise.
Do the natural weather patterns of my old world have any value in knowing here?
The rain became so bad that it caused flooding of the forests. Catterpie and two of his friends were carried away by me as we climbed the mountain next to the forest in search for a better shelter.
It's worth noting that I had time to discover what the strange computer folder in my mind does.
The three pages in the folder are titled: People, Place, Things.
As long as I set a target or goal by mentally writing on the corresponding paper, the loading bar will attach to the page and give a set of 100 tasks to complete in order to progress the goal.
These tasks seem to be completely unrelated to the goal, but their difficulty changes based on the difficulty of the goal.
Today I set the goal to 'Find food', on the [Things] page. I was given a task to do 100 jumping jacks and after it was completed I mentally knew the location of the nearest berry bush.
But when I entered [Find a shelter that can get me out of danger], it told me to do a handstand for 100 minutes. It seems that the wording is important.
As for the other two: [People] and [Place] papers… it's more complicated.
[People] seem to only be able to interact with my own information. And it can even do impossible things such as: [Increase my age by one year].
It seems that this Folder is going to be quite important for my survival in the future. I plan to spend tomorrow further experimenting with it.
…
Grey's Journal Entry, Day 32
It's been a while since I wrote. Surviving in the wilderness is not as easy as it looks on those survival shows. Especially when trying to handle it alone.
If I didn't have the power of the folder in my mind, I would have certainly died from lack of nutrition at this point.
These are my findings for the rules of the Folder.
The pages in the folder operate based on set [Goals] and are given 100 repetitive tasks in order to achieve those goals. The [Goals] can achieve a way to reach higher levels and growth, however, it is not a wishing machine. The base of the goal may have a foundation before setting it. (I couldn't not set a goal of 'gaining a fully functional 3rd arm', since I only have 2 arms.) I don't seem to be fully normal lifeforms, but a kind of 'data-human'. As long as I have some 'base data' it can be used as a [Goal]. I can only increase what I already have, not create something out of nothing. Knowledge is the most optimal use of the [Folder]. Setting the goal to, [Reach elementary ability to survive in the Pokemon wild], expands on the knowledge I already have, and for some reason as long as I can image the knowledge a goal can be set for it. It is not easy to affect and alter creatures other than myself through the [Folder]. They are not [Data-creatures].
If I wasn't able to gain Survivability knowledge at this time, I would have already be lost to this world.
This place is much more dangerous than the stories.
…
Grey's Journal Entry, Day 44
There's something different about me and I want to record it for my future self. The wilderness here is extremely dangerous, but the freedom and beauty are worth it.
Why did I never discover this in my previous life? This feeling of fullness.
All those times the family wanted me to work hard and my trained mind was always for their sake. I never thought about it at the time, but maybe my sister was right…
I never truly had my dream.
I feel different now. Lightness in my heart each morning as I feed the Catterpie.
I was surprised when I found myself laughing today.
But why were there tears in my eyes?
Is there something wrong with me?
But… I don't want this feeling to end.
I don't care much about the efficiency of my Folder anymore. Maybe I was so concerned about things when I first arrived here based on just my habits.
Now… I'll learn about it sooner or later.
…
Grey's Journal Entry, Day 68
Catterpies evolved into Butterfree's today.
It was spectacular.
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Grey's Journal Entry, Day 280
It's been almost a year now. I am completely different from a year ago.
The Butterfree and I have moved to a plateau area filled with flowers. The climate here is too unstable.
After such a long time, I've discovered something rather important.
This is not the modern Pokemon era I know from the animations. It seems to be a more ancient era thousands of years before the establishment of the Pokemon League.
I should be somewhere in the Kanto region, perhaps a special area due to the climate.
There are other discoveries, which I learned are much different than Pokemon I recall. Perhaps the stories did not capture everything in this world.
Finally, my last discovery…
My body is still the same age. I am still a child and there is no change in the Folder showing my body data.
I've guessed that my data-human physiology might prevent natural aging. If this is the case, I'm functionally immortal in this world.
Maybe, I can live to see the era of the show.
This is my last journal entry.
Let's say goodbye to the habits of my old life.
In this life, I will have a dream of my own and life for myself.
-Grey Morgan