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The Research Lab has a gigantic Transfer System that allows Trainers and their Poke’mon to enter the virtual world. Here, Porygons can be found in the wild, freely streaming and riding the information super highway.


Prof.Cypress

Her Poke'mon are:

Porygon
Porygon2
Porygon-Z

If you are not careful, you could wind up being transferred from the virtual world to another Poke’mon Center, or attacked by Anti-Virus programs. Messing with the transference of Poke’balls is strictly prohibited and can lead to being attacked by Professor Cypress’s own Porygon team.

Porygon can be captured here.

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((Eh, I may as well. Although I don't understand the setting perfectly myself.))

Zan looked back over his shoulder suddenly, one hand instinctively reaching for the handle of the large sword on his back, "Well, hello there!" he said with a slight laugh, releasing the sword as he looked back at the large machine that stood in front of him, "You wouldn't happen to be one of those pathetic little do-gooders, now would you?" he asked playfully, heavily hinting at what he had in mind, and leaving it to her to find out.

He looked at the machine, deciding that it would be more interesting to attack the machine from the inside rather than the machine itself, his eyes locking on to what must have been the scanner-like device that let them into cyberspace.

"Well, that answers that, doesn't it?" Zan chuckled, "The goodie-goodies always get so riled up, it's hilarious really," he laughed loudly, almost maniacally before he turned around suddenly, the large sword on his back only inches from scraping the ground due to its size, "Whoever said I had a problem? No problem here, not one...except for that one thing..." he told her, reaching up and pulling the sword off of his back, holding it with one hand over his shoulder, "That machine over there, it's terribly unsettling, wouldn't you say? Digitizing people and all that nonsense...sounds rather dangerous, doesn't it?"

"Hmm, volunteers...never liked that concept, all it means is you're helping someone else be lazy," Zan said thoughtfully, turning and walking towards the machine, looking at her over his shoulder, "I personally think there's been enough laziness, don't you? Time for people to take matters into their own hands," he said and smirked, hoisting the massive sword off of his shoulder and holding it with both hands.

"Hmm, well, obviously, I can't let all that hard work go to waste...might as well give up my evil plans," he sighed, hoisting the sword back onto his back and staring at the machine for a moment, "And if you believe that, then this isn't going to be any fun at all." he laughed, throwing a kunai from his sleeve that hit a button, activating the machine.

He dashed into the machine, turning around and mockingly saluting her, "See ya, slowpoke." he chuckled just before he was transferred into cyberspace.

"Well, that was a trip," Zan laughed, having appeared a distance away from where Kiran had entered. He looked around himself, several porygon having come to investigate him, or perhaps they knew who he was...somehow.

"That's right," Zan said as he gripped the sword with one hand, "Pay Attention!" he cackled, swinging the sword around him like a windmill, hitting all of the porygon that surrounded him and causing enough injury that they ran away as quickly as they could, "It makes things so much easier when they gather..." he whispered to no one, "Now where'd you go?" he looked around for Kiran, expecting the noise to catch her attention.

"I'm guessing...here," Zan said sarcastically, holding the sword back up against his shoulder, "Am I hot or cold?" he chuckled, looking around calmly, "I'm feeling a bit lukewarm myself, but obviously your opinion means so much to me."