The year is 2214. The Earth is no longer a blend of blue, green and white. It is no a sphere of grey, purged of all forms of life because it can no longer survive. Pollution is starting to get out of hand. Scientists in Russia foresaw this, and finalised a project that they had been working on for around forty years beforehand. This project was known as the Transcendence Orb, a space station located at the very edge of the galaxy. It was a place to escape to when the human race no longer had any hope, and it was controlled by a super computer called the Transcendence Orb Moderator, or TOM for short. TOM powered everything in the space station, and powered the machines that created air, gravity and mechanisms that allowed plants to survive. Just as the planet began to choke, the human race, as well as all the Pokémon, were evacuated to the Orb to begin life again.
Fifty years later, the Orb has become a working society, and also a brand new planet. Different societies of people live on the different floors of the planet, with the homeless living just above the core of the planet. Everything seems peaceful, but soon, nothing will be well. It seems that TOM has started to malfunction, yet nobody seems to have noticed save for a Third-Class professor at Streamside University. He has developed technology that will allow people to heal TOM by getting inside the mainframe of the Orb. These are called Conversion Chips, and they are implanted into the necks of people and Pokémon to transfer them into the mainframe, ala the Matrix. He also developed Download Balls, amazing Poké Balls that can capture
the data of Pokémon inside the mainframe and transfer them into a living, breathing creature back in the human world. These Pokémon are inside TOM to try and protect him from computer viruses. This professor has decided to bring his students and their Pokémon into an operation to access TOM and find out what's wrong with them. After all, the human race has been given a second chance, and it cannot go to waste.
As he brushed his soaked fringe out of his eyes, Zane continued to watch the Wooper writhing around in a puddle across the street. He turned his head to his left to look at the clock tower on the roundabout at the bottom of the street. It showed the time as being 9 PM, and the streetlamps and the large lightbulbs on the roof of the floor had adjusted their dimness to make this time seem appropriate. Sprinklers on the roof were also showering water down on the entire floor, as all the plants on the floor were in desperate need of watering from the recent drought of heat coming from the floor below.
Zane had been considering capturing the Wooper, but he decided to leave it be for now. He turned to his right and started to walk past some shops. He noticed a glow coming from one of the shops in front of him, and he decided to check it out. It was a video store with a stack of TVs showing the same programme in the window.
"Hmm. Slowpoke Pals," Zane muttered to himself, giving out a sigh of amusement. It was a childrens show that he watched when he was younger, before he had left home. He stood and watched, just for nostalgia's sake. For about thirty seconds he watched the cartoon Slowpoke and Psyduck scurrying around in a field, before the screen turned black and it was replaced by an image of a man in a lab coat. He appeared to be shouting something, and every TV in the stack was showing the same image.
"... the hell?" Zane whispered to himself, and he entered the video store. Indeed, every TV was showing the man. People were muttering about it, and one store clerk was jabbing buttons on a remote to try and get the man to leave. It seemed the same man was on every channel.
"People of the Transcendence Orb. I am Professor Christopher Hunt of the Third Floor Streamside University. I am here to give you a warning, a warning about TOM. Something is wrong with it's programming, and it could cause the deaths of you all. Please, if you are at all interested in the lives of anyone aboard this vessel, please, please come and find me at the University..." he explained, before the screen turned black and Slowpoke Pals came back on.
"Warning? TOM? Deaths... of us all?" Zane muttered to himself, running what the man had said over in his mind.
The next morning, Zane found himself sitting on the steps of Streamside University, watching a figure come towards him.
((OOC: Right, whoever posts next is that figure. Let's do this at last, people!))