In the pitch-black space.
Countless luminous blue bands of varying widths crisscrossed, connecting and flashing like an intricately woven grid.
Touching one flooded the mind with information. Following those narrow channels led to virtual rings.
The luminous blue bands vanished into the rings.
This was a physical manifestation of the information network. Team Rocket had once intercepted Poké Balls other Trainers sent through it, preventing them from reaching their destinations and drawing Ash and his friends into an investigation.
The two sides had then used Porygon Unit Zero and Unit One to battle, only for a manifested antivirus program, shaped like a transforming fighter jet, to send them all fleeing in chaos.
They had nearly been trapped here.
But to Porygon, the Information Network Space was somewhere it could enter and leave at will.
It had come here now to find the Rotom Drone that had pestered its Trainer during the day, then figure out how to give the little pest a beating.
Of course.
Porygon knew attacking someone for no reason was wrong. Picking a fight was not the same as a proper battle, but it could not shake its anger.
What's gotten into me?
Frustrated, it still had no intention of giving up on beating up Rotom.
Rotom should have separated from the drone by now, right?
...Hard to say.
Given Rotom's unusual nature, Porygon could not be sure it was in the Information Network Space. It might be hiding inside some appliance instead.
But Porygon was not one to go back on its word. It decided to find a place Rotom liked to stay, then come back to beat up the wretched thing after tomorrow's Gym battle.
The network space was enormous, though. Porygon searched for over half an hour without seeing a soul.
If it found