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The Incredible Escape

Cynthia looked around the room. She was glad the alarm was disabled and they could at least explore and find the exit. She saw a door somewhat hidden behind a desk. She walked over and moved the desk out of the way and opened the door to see the head of a porygon. "Huh? Who's this?" she opened the door wider and saw the rest of its body was human. "Is this the pokemorph you guys talked about?"she said confused.
 
Blake shifted Jared to a more comfortable position on his shoulder and peered into the doorway Cynthia had uncovered, "I think that may be them". He stepped back and set his burden down on the desk and stretched his shoulder, "Man, I think that scythe on his arm was digging into my back".
 
Boot up, she told herself. Boot up. "01000010011011110110111101110100001000000111010101110000"

Boot menu. "0100001001101111011011110111010000100000011011010110010101101110011101010000110100001010" Wait, what?

Slowly her vision faded in from black... there were others at the door. Gijinkas, definitely. Or did they call them Pokemorphs?

Download. "0110010001101111011101110110111001101100011011110110000101100100"

The gist of what they had said slowly crept into her mind.

"Who's... talking... about me?" she asked quietly. Her computer-brain still had to get used to talking without a mouth. Every day it was the same old blue-and-pink blocky muzzle in the bottom of her vision.

She looked up at one of the more familiar Pokemorphs. If she had the information stored right, this one was Cynthia...

"Is it... you?"
 
"Huh? Papercraft...? You're Papercraft, right?" she still had the keys that unlocked the others cages and looked for "Papercraft" written on a key. She knew she had heard about a Porygon morph, but her memory was fuzzy about it. She found the key and unlocked the cage. "You can walk, right?"
 
"Papercraft," she muttered. It was more like a quiet whirring noise.

"That's... me," she said slowly. "They called me Papercraft... I can't remember... what number it was."

Her head bobbed a little bit, as if she was sleepy. "I can walk," she replied, albeit as if she was thinking about something else. "But I just started up... so I might be unresponsive. A little.

Adjust. "011000010110010001101010011101010111001101110100"

She held a hand to the side of her cold, hard head. "If there's somewhere you need me to go, I can go there..." She shuffled about a little bit, but finally rose to her feet with a bit of effort.
 
"Do you know a way out of here?" Fang asked Papercraft. "We're just trying to get out of here right now. You can join us if you like." he told her. "We could use extra help." he said looking over at Jared, still paralyzed.
 
Papercraft paused, and scanned through her memory. It took her a minute to process the question, but she managed to convert it in her human mind so that her computer mind could understand it better.

Search for escape route... "0111001101100101011000010111001001100011011010000010000001100110011011110111001000100000011001010111001101100011011000010111000001100101001000000111001001101111011101010111010001100101"

Patiently she sat silently, trying to block her thoughts out so that she could possibly find a search result. As the ringing in her ears began to settle, she said:

"I'm not sure if I should be helping you guys, but you might let me get out of here. But I don't know if that's a good thing."

Her heart leapt a bit as the odd beeping noise played in her brain, but she saw only darkness after the scan of her memory. With a technological sigh, she shook her head slowly.

"I would like to explore outside... but I can't seem to... find a way out... It must not have been programmed," she told them solemnly, allowing a bit of the machine side to intervene. She still found a bit of a challenge in processing her thoughts into audible words, but she must have been getting the hang of it, as the pauses in her sentences were shrinking from day to day.
 
"I see. Well, escaping is good. Oh, by the way, I'm Fang." he said looking around the room for the next exit point. 'What will happen if we can't find the exit? We don't even know if we're under or aboveground...Hmm...'
 
"I'm Cynthia! Escaping is the best thing for you! It means you get out of your cage and explore everything! We just need to find the exit first, but we don't think it should be too hard!" she said to Papercraft. "Woah! What happened in here?!" she heard someone say in the other room. "Guys, we've got company! Maybe we should stop breaking down doors..." she said to the others.
 
Papercraft looked at Fang for a while more before nodding - which she remembered fortunately was the human signal for acknowledgment. She turned her head to speak to Cynthia, but the other Pokemorph had started first and was already in the middle of a sentence when a commotion rose from a nearby room. Papercraft jumped a bit, but waited for three seconds of silence until she pointed out, "I doubt they would intentionally give this place lots of obvious exits. But if you really... were breaking down doors - well, don't you think that would be a bit conspicuous?"
 
"Um, you see, the doors were locked so we couldn't really do anything else..." she said embarassed. "How about we try and get out of here before anyone else discovers we've escaped." she looked around the room not seeing a way to exit. Just a vent and the door Papercraft was in. Cynthia's eyes went back to the vent. "Do you guys mind crawling in a cramped space?" she asked them.
 
Jared now had regained the ability to talk. "D-don't you think that guard would have access to all these rooms...? Common sense... Cynthia." Jared said, just above a mumble. He was aware he could easily get caught. He attemped to struggle out of Blake's grip. It took a few seconds for his body to respond, but he fought against his unresponding muscles, and got control of his body.

"W-we ready?" Jared asked, his voice still weak.
 
"Yea...uh, didn't think that one through." she said. She went over to the vent and pulled on it. It didn't seem to budge at all. "One of you want to try and open this?" she said stepping aside.
 
Blake set Jared down and stepped over to the vent. Bracing his left foot against the wall he wrapped his fingers around the metal bars that ran across it and pulled. He felt the metal frame budge but he couldn't get it to move any further. He took his hands off the metal and stepped back, "Atleast they got this security right".
 
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"Well, not enough where we couldn't escape from our cages. They really must work on the security here..." she said. "Maybe they need to have 24-hour service to ensure no one escapes. Well, I guess they don't since we were the only ones to escape it seems." she kept talking to herself, not really knowing what she was saying.
 
"Maybe we should try and find somewhere else to go rather than the vents? It's possible that they could have those rigged up with some sort of complex security system."

Adam began to pace again, thinking of another possible way to escape this hellish place.
 
"Yes...maybe there is another way, but that would mean going back into the room with scientists and the hallway...maybe we could get around them somehow...or we could just paralyze them more while we go through there..." she stopped talking thinking things over. "Hm...what should we do?" she said still talking to herself, with her mind on the past.
 
Papercraft processed the conversation so far. Escape was apparently the choice, but everyone was at a loss in terms of a suitable route. It was probably an intentional architecture thing by whoever had built this place.

"Even if," she suggested, "whoever built the fortress-thing made it intentionally hard to get out, there has to be some emergency escape route somewhere, in case of maybe a gas attack or a fire. All we have to do is find it."

Almost before she finished the sentence, she started another memory scan, this time for an emergency escape route. They had to have programmed some sort of sense of direction into her computer-mind, or she might surely be lost in a fire, or even a flood.
 
Ellie thought a moment. <I could... test my teleportation powers.> she suggested. <I could teleport us to a nearby city, perhaps.> She stood and waited for the answers at hand.
 
"Yes, Ellie it might work, but we would have to do something about the pokemon parts we have. People could understand about the colors as tattoos maybe, but what could we say about wings or claws?" Fang asked. He could hide his wings under his shirt, but it wouldn't be comfortable. 'Cario could hide his under some gloves, but what about the ears some have...and Papercraft's head?'
 
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