Experiment #496

They continue to speak, as if I am unaware that the topic of their conversation is me. Their emotions, their actions, their..thoughts have become more apparent to me after challenging the Deity of Space. Had I known it would cause such a drastic change, would I have continued? Would I have put my life on the line yet again? Maybe..just maybe.
 
Since becoming the head of the Sleeping Snorlax, a shred of empathy escapes me for Phineas. Granted that man & I are not blood, a small shred of my humanity still kins to him. Being the leader of a small faction during a harsh time for Athenia. Having near full knowledge of what is occurring outside these four walls, outside of this territory we called home. He had to have been aware I would find out, that I would learn more than just my origins.
 
The journals & experiment logs that cad of a professor left behind illustrate 50% of my DNA make up. Building upon his research has sent me into many sleepless nights. On several occasions, Lucian & Sergei have attempted to bribe me out of the study. After their 10th go around, they have relinquished said duty to Bingus. Ever the sweetheart, his visits reward meals & a much needed rest.
 
The patrons that have stayed here & remember me were nearly horrified by my state when I returned, even Sergei. I could see the gears turning in their heads, "Do we help..or run..or catch her?" A living Pokemon, are part of the whispers I hear now. The childeren, Arceus bless them, find me to be a marvel. I can't help but smile as few of them draw pictures of me. Their hermit teacher, what an interesting concept.