Title: Myamoto Project Story One: Genesis
Author: Shadowcat
Shadowcat's General Notes: This story, will be pretty short for now, but I'm planning this
to become a Series (Will write further stories as I get ideas). This is Story One. It is
strange, almost "X-Filesh" and has some of elements of "Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley
in it. It plays with ideas that we've probably all had about the Joys and Jennys and was
inspired by discussions of them on two message-boards that I frequent, the board at Team
Rocket Headquarters NEXT and the board at Team Rocket Palace. I would like to thank "Sgt.
Giggles" of the TR Palace board for inspiring this fanfic, with the comment about the Joys
and Jennys possibly being cloned to be "perfect civil servants". This fic wouldn't have
happened without you! This is kinda dark, PG-13 I'd say as far as a rating and bizarre,
which is typical of my work... Also, most of the information concerning Myamoto (Jessie
of Team Rocket's mother, in case you didn't know already) I got here: http://leto.sailorsaturn.com/flame/ [A. Meerkat's note: Leto's site went bye-bye when the sailorsaturn.com server died] It is a wonderful little Jessie shrine run by a
webmistress who goes by the name of Leto. The most informative and detailed site on Jessie
I've seen.
ADDITIONAL NOTE: New information on Myamoto has come to my attention. There is a translation
of "The Birth of Mewtwo" made available on June 5, 2000. It can be read here.
http://members.tripod.com/~pmtranslation/rg-d.html I wrote this series before
that came out, so there are some discrepancies. Giovanni/Sakaki's age, for example, when
Madame Boss and Myamoto are speaking about their children, Madame Boss refers to him as a
"brat boy". In my story, Gio's a bit older and used to be Mya's Team Rocket partner. Also,
this tale goes by the assumption on the part of everyone that Myamoto died in that avalanche
in the first CD episode. Just think of my story as taking place in an alternate "Pokemon"
universe.
He stared into the glass, running his hand down its smooth surface, as
if he were stroking a treasured pet. He looked at his reflection, his
slicked-back obsidian black hair appearing almost sienna in the dim
light and against the pale brownish-green fluid in the cylinder. Her
frail and naked form was almost completely fleshed out; she stared at him
with dead eyes.
"It won't be long, now;" he whispered; "Soon you will breathe. How I
have missed you, oh, how I have missed you."
Giovanni slowly walked down the darkened corridor, leaving the Cloning
Lab in silence.
She was only two years younger than he was when she had died. They
both were up-and-coming members of Team Rocket when Mother had sent her
to the Andes to find the legendary pokemon, Mew. She had never
returned. Mother had sent a lesser agent to inform her husband and young
daughter of the tragedy, but Giovanni was one of the first to hear.
It had been a devastating loss for all of the Organization, for she
was its best agent. Giovanni had supposed that had not the tragedy
occurred, she would have been his Mother's successor as the Boss of Team
Rocket instead of him. He had been her Partner, and he ran Team Rocket
the same way as his Mother had in the old days, with Partners. He had
longed to be more than a Partner to her back in his youth, but she had
married another man...still, he felt a great love-a great longing for
her, and a very deep friendship. He had felt a great deal of guilt that
he had not gone with her to the Andes...not died with her in that
avalanche, but that was the past. Giovanni lookked toward the future.
"Oh, Mya..." he sighed as he slowly closed the Lab's great steel door
behind him. She would not be...quite the same as the woman he once
knew. They never were. Giovanni knew that it was that way with the
Jennys and Joys.
Back in the annals of the History of Team Rocket, the Organization had
not always been devoted to criminal activity. It had once worked with
the law; it had been organized to better society. The Team was still
trying to do that now, but now, society was against them, and so they
had gone underground and turned criminal.
When the Team had worked with the law was back when Grandfather was
The Boss. He was a brilliant biologist, pokeologist, and geneticist.
The Team had started as a group of Scientists he had organized, his
colleagues who had taught at universities and who had run Pokemon Research
Institutes-way back when only 80 species of the monsters had been
discovered...
These elite were far more advanced in their fields than the world ever
knew, and secretly, they met and worked with high-level people in
government and social service positions, with the goal of helping society
run smoother for both people and pokemon alike.
It started with the creation of stronger pokemon-for the Police
Forces. They needed dogs that had better senses of smell, of hearing, and
more muscle-mass for the finding and apprehension of criminal suspects.
Team Rocket took the basic Growlithe-and created a Super-Canine.
Unfortunately, it did not turn out as hoped. The dogs became aggressive,
turning on their trainers. Their mental capacities were unstable, they
were fine as pups, but as they grew older, would become insane, as if
rabid. Their brains would break down. Something in the spliced recipe
was not working, a part having to do with the Growlithe brain.
There was more success with human DNA, however. There were two women
who volunteereded for the experiments. Renowned Pokemon R.N. Joy
Happenstance and Commissioner Jennifer Justicia of the Viridian City Police
Department. They gave blood and tissue samples-for clones of themselves.
The idea of Team Rocket was to create the world's perfect force of
civil servants. Ms. Happenstance and Ms. Justicia were the tops in their
fields.
The human project had gone a lot better than Project Canis. The
clones were viable, and the young Joys and Jennies lived and grew with no
problems. Grandfather and his small syndicate raised that First
Generation. The young clones were given growth hormones during their gestation
period, so as to mature them in a short amount of time, so that they
would be ready for service within a few short years, and so that Team
Rocket could see the results of the first experiments quickly.
The Joy and Jenny clones were "conditioned" for their future
occupations very carefully. The Joys were exposed to o pokemon and taught how to
care for them, while the Jennys were encouraged to play games like
"Cops and Robbers", and were taught the importance of helping innocent
people and punishing the guilty. The girls were also put in special
bedchambers to sleep in at night, where taped messages conveying to them
their desired values were played to them in soft, almost inaudible sound
over speakers as they slept.
Ever since then, the cloning procedures for the Joys and Jennys had
continued, even though now no longer sponsored by Team Rocket, but by the
councils of a few of the major cities and by the older Joys and Jennys
themselves.
All the Joys and Jennys now were raised in two large "families", with
the young members (newly de-canted) being raised by the older members,
including a very few male clones "Roys" and "Kennys". The young Joys
and Jennys were never told of their origins, and were raised as if they
had d come about by natural birth, within "normal" families. Many of the
elder Joys, Jennys, Roys and Kennys would change their names and their
appearances slightly to keep the Family Secret.
This way, they would grow up believing that they were normal (except
for the fact that they had some siblings and several cousins and aunts
that looked strikingly similar to them and bore the same name). The
semblance of normalcy allowed them to do their destined jobs much better
than if they had known the truth. This also caused them to avoid
becoming pariahs, as, if society ever found out, they would probably face
much discrimination for being "freaks". The growth process in the clones
was necessarily slowed down to that of the normal human maturity rate.
And a Joy or a Jenny would learn the family secret as to continue their
respective races no sooner than their 37th birthday.
Team Rocket, for reasons that were never made clear, went underground
and criminal in the later years of Grandfather's life, and continued
that way through Mother's, and now Giovanni's. The Organization still
continued certain experiments, and the goal of "bettering society", in
its own ways. The Team was much, much larger than it had been in its
early days, growing in strength and branching out worldwide. Most of its
members, petty thugs, often young people, hired off the streets for the
promise of excitement and a few dollars because they had no hope, knew
nothing of what its shadowed inner workings were.
Pokemon that were brought to Boss Giovanni he either used for his
personal collection (used for pokemon battling, his hobby) or for the
research and experimentation of Team Rocket's geneticists. The rare ones
often went to the Labs. Team Rocket had been trying for a very long time
to create the "perfect" pokemon. They had almost succeeded with
Mewtwo.
The Doctor who worked on the Mewtwo Project had also attempted to
clone his own daughter, who had died in an automobile accident. He,
however, wanted to re-create the REAL her. The Joy and Jenny clones had been
a success, but only because they were not...exact...copies of the
original Joy Happenstance and Jenny Justicia. They were different in
subtle, but numerous ways. AiTwo-the exact copy of her namesake-proved
unstable. The project was a tragic failure.
Team Rocket and Giovanni, had set their sites on a new Project. The
Team was plagued within its ranks with incompetents. Agents were
frequently getting caught by the Police (poor Jennys who knew not that they
owed Team Rocket their existence) or were just constantly failing in
their assignments. Giovanni sighed sitting at his desk as he thought of
Myamoto's daughter-she had proved to be one of those hopeless
incompetents, a disgrace to her mother's memory.
If the Project was a success, it would be the dawn of a new era for
Team Rocket. The Plan was to create an army of the "perfect" Team Rocket
agents, soldiers who would be absolutely loyal, competent, and
reliable.
Team Rocket kept not only extensive files on all members, created when
they joined, but also took and kept on file blood samples. Many new
members asked why they had to have their blood drawn while Officially
Joining, and were told that they were simply being screened for
information concerning their health-should they ever be hurt and need of medical
attention-to collect vital health data such as their blood type. It
was a lie. This was to keep tabs on everybody, used as a
genetic-identifier system. Every Rocket, past and present, was on file.
For the Project, only the people who had been the very best Team Rocket
agents were considered. Myamoto Lillis had been the Best the
Organization had ever known. Intelligent, athletic, skilled, and loyal. For
the Project, the "in-utero" growth hormones that were used on the First
Generation Joys and Jennys were put back into use, so the First Clone
could grow quickly and be studied before going ahead with any more.
MyamotoTwo would have to be dubbed a "success" before the risky business of
raising an entire army of "perfect" agents. She would have to be
trained, treated as a child at first, though she would emerge from her tank
in an adult body.
Giovanni sighed as he sat at his desk in his Main Office, going over
paperwork while he poured over the many thoughts and memories flying
about his mind. He would have his Myamoto back, in a sense, but she would
not be the same. She would have none of the memories, and her
personality would necessarily be slightly different.
Suddenly, Giovanni's desk phone rang. He picked up the receiver to
hear the voice of Dr. Smith, one of his Head Geneticists.
"Hello?" He said, voice quavering with excitement and fear at the same
time.
"Sir;" came the answer; "Sir, we believe she's ready..."
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