Realgam Tower (Underground Tunnels/Lab) | Unknown (Early Afternoon)
Cinder made only one comment, and not a wrong one. "This is a weird place." Stark would have agreed had he not been so used to places of that sort. Maybe sometime he could tell the scruffy Pikachu how he learned all that he did. As it was, she remained calm as he worked.
The small ball of fire from her paws evaporated, unnecessary in the moment that the computer lit up. The Dragonite heard her looking at the papers to his right, above where the dusty Porygon was, but his sharp maroon eyes remained focused. Experiment... Thomas? He lit the folder up, bring up various notes and pictures. Stark's eyes narrowed, clicking further in, he found a group of scientists with what must of been a dozen Porygon around them. He frowned. The note below named tests, tasks of cyberspace travel and completing dangerous puzzles. 'The number of failures have only grown in the last year. Only one subject still remains capable of showing use to us....'
Stark pulled out of the folder, closing the picture and notes with a sigh. This had nothing on the epidemic. He heard Cinder's voice then, stammering out his name. "S-stark," she squeaked, but elicited nothing but a flick of one antenna from the dragon.
"These people did a lot of work with Porygon, apparently, but nothing on the virus," he mutters, blind to her distress. "Maybe the papers hold something mo--"
"Stark it moved!" The sudden cry got his attention, Cinder jumping over the computer to the other side as the Dragonite snapped up. Pulling himself up so rapidly that the chair knocked back, hitting the ground sideways. "It freaking moved I saw it!" He followed her pointing finger to the Porygon's empty vessel.
Or... not empty?
"Mother of Christ."
The Porygon was indeed moving, the body making an odd whirring sound that grated on his ears. Moving one arm, Stark placed it protectively in front of Cinderspark in case it proved to be hostile. As they watched, though, the body went silent, giving a much softer whirring before the head snapped up. Stark watched with sharp eyes as the Porygon disconnected from a chord plugged to the still lit up computer-- Was it in the computer...?! Slowly becoming airborne, the two blocky arms at its sides moves to and fro, as if it were swimming midair. Still the dragon remained tense, until the eyes blinked and the artificial Pokemon turned and looked at them.
Suddenly it made a sharp cry, that almost sounded like a squeal of joy? "O- oh! Friends! Hello! Hello!" The normal type zipped forward, but Stark was stunned into silence, his face going slack with shock. Could... this be-- "My name is Thomas! Have you seen any of my friends nearby?"
Stark eyed the other suspiciously. The Porygon mentioned in the notes. This was the only survivor? The Dragon relaxed his posture, only after glancing once at the Pikachu. "... Well, we made a few friends. What were you looking for exactly?"
"My humans!" Thomas chirped happily, shooting forward, nearer the middle of the room to glance around, blinking at the darkness. "How did it get so dark and dusty overnight?" he gasped.
Stark had to keep himself from gaping. "...Overnight?"
"Of course! The scientists always leave me plugged in at night. Something about conserving power-- did you happen to see them?"
"Humans?" Stark half coughed at the question. They were mostly all dead. His eyes went round ad the dragon stage whispered over his shoulder, "I think this guy was stuck in the computer... for a long time, Cinder." Louder, to Thomas, Stark called, "Well, ah, no. Aren't many humans about." When the Porygon turned, regarding him with a quizzed look, suddenly the dual type felt awkward for his next words. "...You... uh, are aware of the state of the world... aren't you?"