Within the sealed mental space, Mewtwo's sleeping consciousness curled into a ball.
Ever since its birth, it had vaguely sensed that it was different.
At first, its newly awakened consciousness couldn't understand human speech. It could only struggle to open its eyes and observe this unfamiliar world for the first time.
Even then, the researchers' gazes had already been filled with all kinds of complicated emotions.
Pity, fear, and even some... deeply concealed desires?
Back then, it hadn't understood their thoughts, so it had taken the initiative to use its immature psychic power to try to speak with them.
Of course, all it had received were slightly fearful or wary looks. It had never gotten a single response.
As it gradually grew familiar with human language, Mewtwo finally understood what it was in their eyes.
A monster.
A monster that should never have existed in this world, yet had been created through special human methods for some unknown purpose.
So, from the very beginning, Mewtwo had felt an almost instinctive dislike for humans.
Inside this building the humans called a "laboratory," there were other Pokémon besides it, all living in culture vessels.
The humans called them "clones," which apparently meant-
Their existence was nothing more than a poor imitation of other Pokémon.
Then was it the same kind of being, born in a culture vessel just like those Pokémon, never having seen the outside world?
Mewtwo didn't know. But judging by its circumstances, there seemed to be no difference between them, apart from the fact that it had developed self-awareness while the other Pokémon remained barely conscious.
If this is my fate, perhaps I should have accepted all of this sooner...
Mewtwo couldn't help thinking that.
Unfortunately, just when it was most lost, that radiant figure had appeared before it,