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All it knew was a dark, warm, weightless existence. Eyes were sealed shut to the light, limbs and tail folded in what would be considered a fetal position. It's small body had grown suspended inside the liquid of the tube, the wires connecting it to machinery had monitored its vitals and progress.

However, now something was changing, there was a disturbance in its once tranquil world. Bubbles rose around it as the liquid drained and it could feel itself descending until it gently landed on the bottom of the tube. The liquid soon drained away completely, leaving the newly born Pokemon's silver and blue skin glistening as it dried.

It stirred, a cough and then a sneeze expelling the remnants of liquid from its mouth and nostrils. Large blue eyes then cracked open, squinting against the light to a visage that was blurred. Muffled sounds reached her ears, incomprehensible voices that sounded far away. It was disorienting and confusing.

It was a miniature Mewtwo, a baby if you will. Brought into a world it didn't yet understand.

Mau had a clipboard, and was scribbling notes down till the very moment the probes disconnected from the subject. He hadn't in his wildest dreams thought something like this was possible. His eyes flickered to Allen then to the tank. It was looking good so far, and thankfully, the equipment was holding up.

He did have to school his expression as the mewtwo sneezed. Somehow in the tense air of the labs, he found it amusing. "So far, all signs are normal." He just hopped they stayed that way. It hadn't started rampaging or taking over minds or anything.

The noises were strange and the hissing of the tank as it depressurized seemed to startle the Pokemon for its eyes were now wide open. It blinked several times, trying to adjust as the blurred images started to become clearer.

It would then be looking up at a tall form with blazing red hair and a kind expression. The voice reached her ears but there was a second voice coming from this being as well. Thoughts that seemed to flow into the Mewtwo's mind without any effort.

The infant psychic said nothing, but looked at the extended hand. It took a few moments of mental processing, but eventually it lifted an arm. Holding up a three digit hand, the youngster looked at it, as if discovering the appendage for the first time. It then reached out, lightly touching the end of its rounded fingers against Nadja's slender ones. Blue eyes then looked up quizzically.

Hm. Blue eyes.

This silent, quietly amused observation was part of what prompted a broader smile at the touch of skin on skin. Nadja slid her fingers further under the Mewtwo's own, brushing against the fine hairs. They curled, exerting a gentle lift as she straightened up. "Try standing," she prompted with a murmur.

There were other psychic readings in the room. The middle-aged man with the glasses and comb-over, for example, was radiating tension, impatience, and a bruised ego.

Strange markings. Some sort of pleiotropy, maybe.

"Ah." Nyx too, was taking notes, and started to write as the pokemon stood. Muscle control within norms, pleiotropy- What? Nyx looked up. "Mm, yes." Ability to communicate psychically already present. Gender identity, female?

The scientist wrote down some of the readings from the various screens before turning her attention back to the mewtwo and Nadja.

Light glinted off the scientist's glasses as he adjusted them, his expression flat and unmoved by the new life. His superior officer's first instinct was to lean forward and provide support, like a mother with a small child. This was looking less like the experiment of an international crime syndicate and more like a macabre satire of a family scene.

Allen's private fulminations were interrupted by a sweet voice in his head. He recoiled as if stung, struck by the clarity and focus of the telepathy. This was what they'd made it for. He smirked, and began drafting a report in his head. Preliminary tests indicate successful psychic amplification..

Nadja cast a glance at Allen, but her attention was on the Pokemon. "A word," she told it - her? while a tall figure approached behind her. "You'll learn what it means." So. A little girl.

Emotionally developed Rockets were a rarity. Although such experiments weren't Mau's particular field of study, Nadja had selected him for his relatively pleasant demeanor and general competence. But he was tall, and though his careful movements around the clone earned him a silent note of approval, he was still imposing.

"This is Mau," the woman explained, half-bent at the waist to let the miniature Mewtwo steady herself. "I'm Nadja."

Her free hand went up to her temple as the mewtwo spoke into their minds. It was an unusual sensation having something speak into one's mind.

She sighed and kept taking notes. Subject appears aware of self. Nyx watched further. Now was not a good time for 'booster' shots.