The Legendary Porygon

Do you remember the banned episodes? One of those was Denno Senshī Porygon. I think that was the name. But poor Porygon was never shown in any episode ever again. It all started when pikachu used thunderbolt. It was placed in a virtual world, so lights FLASHED and- boom - many Japanese kids went to the hospital. Either they mistakenly thought Porygon did it, or didn’t want the mascot to go. Nestled inside a blanket of tearful data, this is the life of that Porygon. Day 1: This is my only day with others, the day I got abandoned. I was below a human being. 2. No, 3. 3 humans. We rode through virtual space, finding another human. One of my human’s Pokémon (which was a pikachu) was ordered to attack with thunderbolt. Soon after the person lost. The rest of the day was just boring. Then I was raised into the air. A portal opened, and I went inside it. The hole closed. I couldn’t get out. A cage-shaped amount of data was formed around me, and hardened into actual iron and metal. No data cake or data milk was fed to me. Not even a crumb of data food, nor a drop of data liquid. I was growing rather thin next day. I was watched over by a Japanese man, whom I did not know. He appeared to have a book in his hand. Who says I can’t read? The title of the page he was looking at was clearly Porygon crossed out, so I knew I would soon be destroyed. “Oh no, this is bad...” I said to myself. Once it was fully crossed out, he set the book down and introduced himself. Who says I only know English? I’m made of data. I understand every language. “Hello. I am Ken Sugimori. You may not know me, but I am the creator of Pokémon. Now, this may amaze you, or it may not, but I would like to interview you, porygon.” An interview? Cool! This so-called Ken Sugimori was in awe of me. Also, there was a key beside the book. There was a lock on the bars of the cage. Anyway, I asked him what it would be about (yes, if I understood every language, I can speak them, too). “This is not to be delayed, my porygon. Tell me, are you who made the children in my homeland, Japan, go to be healed?” Huh? What was he talking about? “You know. We put you in an episode with other Pokémon and they all had seizures. What was the point of the flashes? I told you to behave, did I not? Now there are not many children in my Japan that are healthy.” I was confused. I behaved perfectly. I told him the truth, but he repeatedly stomped his foot. “NO! I will not accept lies. Porygon, if you don’t tell the truth, you will not show up in any other episodes!” “But... sir... I didn’t do it! Really! I behaved and did my parts. I had to squint to watch pikachu use thunderbolt. Blame him!” I said as Japanese as I could. “Err, I see it now. Sorry. I forgot it would flash in a virtual world. But, though it is the truth, we will not acknowledge pikachu going. So you remain here.” He said. It was a bummer that I couldn’t leave because pikachu was the mascot and the main character’s buddy. Weeks passed. Nothing. He refused to feed me, and I felt so lonely at night. I was very depressed and realized the true pain of being in prison.

Three Years Later...

I am close to my death. No one has fed/gave water to me. Uggh. This is quite sad for me. I wanted to live. I wanted to enjoy my life, yet I am not able to escape from this cage to do so. How mean of that Ken Sugimori for not setting me free, for the sacrifice of just one Pokémon. I wish I was... gone from here. My last word... trapped.

The End