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[This was it. He needed to find sustenance and fast. Taking the berries he required was a simple task, really. He simply teleported in, touched a crate of berries, and teleported out. He was now back in his cavern home, meditating while he ate. He had a feeling someone would come and find him, if they weren't already doing so. But he would stay his ground.]

[Locked to Ted]

[On his way back to his sanctum, he had come across an odd sight. The man who claimed he would find Mewtwo had made his way into the caves of the Maw. There was a crowd of goblins surrounding the man who had been knocked unconscious. However, when they saw him, the goblins dispersed. One of the first things he had done upon taking up residence in the Maw was to establish himself as a figure to e feared by the inhabitants. Curious, he decided to bring the man with him to his sanctum. After all, he had promised to answer the man's questions...]

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"That's an...interesting thing to say. I hope you won't start cursing at me with inappropriate human language, or worse with inappropriate human morality. Still, now I can have a look at you."

His eyes hung there, for a moment, taking him in. Ted saw the breastplate, a curious tube connecting the neck and spine, a skull that seemed to bear both feline and bovine features, the spherical fingers and fibula, and an incredibly long tail, colored differently than the rest. Most striking of all were those cold, glowing eyes. Ted shivered.

"Oh yes, your question. As if you could forget! I came here to win our game, of course, and now I'll claim my prize: the interview! I suppose I'll start with the obvious: what is a pokemon?"

Mewtwo fidgets under the stare. He doesn't care about appearances, or anything of that nature, however, the inspection is not unlike the sensation felt when the scientists that created him subjected him to. He breathed a little easier when the question came. That was something he could focus on. He floated over the small pool around a tall narrow rock that he had taken to meditating on. Once he took his spot, he established a link with Ted. Suddenly, creatures of all shapes and sizes appeared. Dragons, living plants, flaming horses, all seemed to flicker into existence.

"In my world, there are countless creatures with abilities far surpassing the physical limitations of humans. Humans have developed means to store and transport them in small balls that easily fit in pouches and pockets. For that reason, they have dubbed our kind Pokemon, short for Pocket Monster." Once his explanation ended, so to did the visions of the various Pokemon he used to illustrate his point.

Ted eye's widened when he saw him float, and he gave a horrid gasp when the link was established. Not a painful sensation, certainly, but a very startling one. He didn't seem to respect any nudity whatever, physical or mental.

Once the vision was over, Ted thought about how best to express his discomfort. Starting with the positive usually had good results.

"Well, that is...a very economical way to answer a question. Very thorough. Only please warn me when you're about to do...that. What..." Ted clasped his mouth. He had almost made a terrible blunder. He cleared his throat.

"Before we go any further, I'd be delighted if you'd indulge me in another game. Please take care not to reveal your name; I'd like to guess. By the end, I suspect I'll know you really are." Ted tried his best to infuse those words with an ominous air.

"Actually, one thing stands out. I've thought about you as a male all this time merely because your pitch is low. Have I got that right?"

Mewtwo just sat on his rock, with one of the most confused looks ever. A game? Really? This was turning into one of the most peculiar days in recent memory. Still, he humored Ted, simply out of curiosity really.

"Technically, I have no gender. I am the only one of my kind, created and designed to be as I am by human hands. I am neither male nor female, as I lack any kind of reproductive organs. However, if you need to ascribe gender, male is acceptable."

Lacking said organs would explain his refusal of clothes.

"'It' as a pronoun does seem a bit callous. 'He' it is."

Satisfied, he followed the next lead.

"What was that you did to, or with, me? I've never felt anything like that in my life. And how is it you can levitate above the water like that?"

"Telepathy and telekinesis respectively."

He waves a hand, causing waves in the pool. "I'm a psychic, and I have no vocal chords as humans do. Telepathy allows me to communicate directly to the minds of any, and be understood, as I am doing now. Telekinesis is the ability to manipulate energy with my mind, and give it form. It allows me to fly, move objects, and otherwise defend myself."

Ted began to feel a little sad, as he pondered the answers he'd received thus far. The one he was speaking to seemed...empty wasn't the right word. Lacking? No voice, no sex, no religion, no freedom of diet, and by the looks of his surroundings, no kin. He wondered if he had a friend, the way he stonewalled so many.

"And others. Me, at least." Ted played off his last comment. "Forgive me, I haven't properly thanked you yet for my rescue. So...thanks." Not his most eloquent sentence.

And now he came to the meat of it. His makers. Ted had more or less pieced everything together by looking through Mewtwo's responses, though details were scarce. Ted didn't want to touch on a sore spot, but dammit, he had earned this interview. That, and he trusted that if he went too far, Mewtwo would simply deny him, a rather unlikely event given his stoicism thus far.

"That's a rare privilege, knowing who made you. Humanity's Creator likes to be aloof. I'd like to hear more about your origins."

His origin was still something of a sore spot in itself, and so he decided to use the rules of their game to stall on that matter.

"Is it? The man who created me wanted nothing more than a living weapon he could point at his enemies. I was his slave, nothing more."

He took up his meditation pose, wrapping his tail around where his legs crossed, and giving Ted a pointed look. "That is not a question. You may ask me a specific question, but I am not obligated to respond to vague statements."

Was he...was he being a pedant? Ted was liking him more and more.

"Oh if it's questions you're after, have no fear. You'll regret that." He winked and smiled, hopefully to take the edge off.

"All right then! Who was this creator? Was he alone? Who were his enemies? Why were you the weapon he was after, assuming conventional ones failed him? How on earth did he make the first manmade pokemon? If you were his slave, past tense, how did you escape? What were you thoughts during all this? Have they changed, and if so, how?"

He took a breath. "In as much detail as you can, please."

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Mewtwo took a second before answering. What Ted wanted to know was rather technical stuff, especially considering the relative time that he seemed to hail from.

"My creator's name was Giovanni. He employed a team of scientists to create me, and leads a vast criminal organization known as Team Rocket. He used his personal wealth and charisma to avoid suspicion in the public eye while using his minions to steal Pokemon from other trainers. I escaped as any being with my powers would. Once I realized his intention, I simply shattered my bonds and hid myself from him. As for my thoughts... I thought humanity was nothing more than a blight on the world. I only saw the evil they were capable of, and saw the Pokemon they used as tainted by them. I gathered a handful of strong trainers on the island I was created on, cloned their Pokemon, and set out to wipe all of humanity and everything they had tainted from existence."

He paused for a moment, allowing Ted to process all of that before continuing. "When the originals fought with my clones, led by the Pokemon Mew, I assumed it was a result of their brainwashing from humans. The clones fought the originals, and I clashed with Mew. It wasn't until a young boy threw himself into the crossfire in an attempt to stop the fighting - and forfeited his life in the process - did I realize the err of my ways. I do not like humans, but I no longer hate them. As for the process of my creation, allow me to ask you, what do you know of genetics?"

Ted listened eagerly. "That was a lovely story. Very dramatic, if a little stiff in presentation." Ted wondered if that might be because he told it so rarely.

"I know a little of genetics; specifically that branch called eugenics, though what I know is rather silly."

Storytelling was not one of his greatest strengths, no. He could've just shown Ted everything that happened, but after the visions of the Pokemon, he decided to forgo that.

"Perhaps it would be best to start at the beginning in that case. All life if made up of what is called DNA. Chemical compounds that form in patterns that make us who we are. In my world, there are machines and processes that allow for the replication and rebuilding of DNA, however because of the complexity of these compounds, there has to be a foundation to draw from. A clone is an exact copy of a living being, made from replicated DNA... I am a clone of Mew, however I was subjected to... restructuring of my DNA to mutate me into what you see now."

Ted nodded in understanding. "I think I had you marked when I thought of you as a bit pedantic; you're a veritable pedagogue." He thought back to all the times Mewtwo had referred to his singularity of purpose; something about marketable skills. "Have you ever considered teaching?" He smiled.

"Sorry, I'm dallying. Who, or what, is Mew, and how are you different?"

"What do I have to teach? I cannot cultivate skills in others when those skills I can cultivate are physically beyond them."

He thinks for a moment how best to describe - or show - what Mew is, and eventually settles on a bit of sculpture. His eyes glow a soft blue as he waves a hand over the pool, an orb of water rising up from it. For a moment it seems to shift and contort without purpose, but eventually settles on a cat-like form.

"That is Mew. By some accounts, it was the first Pokemon, and from it all others evolved. It is also said to be the strongest naturally occurring psychic in our world. It served as a genetic foundation for me, and the modifications made to my genetic code served to enhance my psychic abilities further."

It was a marvelous idea, really. If nothing else, he could give school-children a psychically-powered education. But he decided not to press it; for one, it would be hard to phrase into a question. For another, interacting with children might be quite out of the question until this whole misanthropy phase had gone. Lastly, Ted was feeling a bit selfish, and rather favored Mewtwo's unoccupied position for his own purposes. But that would come later.

How steadfastly he clung to his own nature, Ted thought. Every suggestion to the contrary had been shot down instantly. Ted was growing more confident as to whom he was talking to.

"Interesting. Well! You've done a marvelous job explaining the 'how' of things. But I'm afraid we must now tread more philosophical grounds. I speak, of course, of the 'why'. Do you know why you were born (a better word than "made", Ted thought)? Is that reason still true now? If not, why not?"

He waved his hand, the water sculpture losing its form and crashing back into the water. Why was he created? Nothing really philosophical about that.

"When I posed that question to the man who had created me, his answer was quick, and precise..."

His voice shifts to a more charismatic, and slightly higher tone. "You were made to serve your master, of course." He paused, letting that sink in for the moment as he pondered the second part of the question.

"I serve no human, nor will I ever serve a human. My purpose... for now is to simply survive. There is no greater cause at work, no noble goal. I simply wish to live. Free."

Ted laughed at Mewtwo's vocal shapeshifting. He must be great at parties.

He was saddened to hear that last bit, though. Then again, he did say "for now". Ted couldn't help it; he was hopelessly hopeful.

"I may be just about done with my questions, unless you can think of something important I've missed. Two remain: First, was I the first one here? And second, what is in that crate over there?"

Finally, two very simple, concrete questions. These he could handle easily.

"Yes, you were the first here, but I doubt you will be the last. As for your second question, the crate is filled with enough berries to sustain me for the rest of the month."

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