Bill stepped inside and stopped dead.
Against the far wall, nestled in a cool alcove humming with directed airflow, sat a mid-sized tower PC, though calling it that felt like an understatement. It had two glowing rectangular modules attached to it—linked by cables that pulsed with light, threading into the chassis like veins. Cooling fans whispered softly, the glow from the boxes a quiet, steady blue.
Next to it, a second tower stood taller, broader—less a computer and more a data monolith. Its transparent side panel revealed row after row of neatly stacked hard drives, humming in synchronization. Storage. Massive amounts of it. Easily dozens of gigabytes maybe even a terabyte.
Bill blinked.
Nothing about the setup looked familiar. Not the parts. Not the ports. Not the soft chirps of system handshakes or the subtle shimmer of what he hoped was a Faraday lining. These weren't Silph parts. They weren't Devon, nor anything he'd seen in Kalos or even Johto's bleeding-edge labs. The technology felt alien, not in shape, but in principle—like it belonged to a world that had evolved on a slightly different logic.
"What… are these?" he asked quietly.
"The main tower handles the core compute load," she said. "The glowing nodes? They're additional mini-computers daisy-chained in. Supplemental processing power."
She pointed to a thick, side-mounted block pulsing faintly with internal light.
"That big one is the GPU—graphical processing unit. It handles all the visual interface rendering and learning model acceleration."
Bill squinted. "And you're running… what? A data hub?"
"No." She leaned back and tapped a final key.
A screen mounted above flickered to life.
On it: a floating, high-resolution 3D model of a polygonal duck-shaped creature—crystalline blue, metallic reflections catching the light. It blinked at Bill. Then waved.
"Meet Byte. My Porygon2."
The model chirped, its tone clear and digital, as a cascade of data streams fluttered down a sidebar in real-time.
"He's not like the ones Silph made," she continued. "This one isn't shackled by firmware or confined to boxed logic. I had him rebuild himself with the help of an advanced language model. I think thats what caused him to evolve." Cyel states lying slightly about Porygon evolving from her interference when he had already been evolved in pokemon go.
She turned slightly in her chair. "Byte is the network. He handles routing, moderation, real-time translation, and predictive pathing for global signals."
"…You mean he's running the PokéNet," Bill said slowly.
"Yep. His core runs on that central tower. The two additional systems house regular Porygon. They help with uptime, diagnostics, and front-end moderation of the PokéNet Online website. That whole setup?" She gestured to the bank of humming towers. "That's the platform."
Bill stared. Not at the machine, but at her.
"You, this is genius!" Bill shouts
Cyel's lips twitched into a genuine smile.
She didn't need to feign modesty—this wasn't bragging. It was a shared language between old souls who understood how rare this kind of praise really was.
"An that computer behind you? What is that? Wait actually what are the specs of that server?" Bill asks
"—And that computer behind you?" Bill blurted, already leaning to peer past her. "What is that? Wait—actually, what are the specs of that server?"
"Byte's main house? Well, the CPU is 6-core, 12-thread, clocks at 4.7 gigahertz. It's running 96 gigs of RAM and has about 100 terabytes of solid-state storage," Cyel said casually, as if those words meant anything normal.
Bill just… stared.
"That's not possible," he said flatly. "That's—no, those numbers don't exist. That's decades ahead of where we are. Even Devon's bleeding-edge prototyping isn't close to that."
He circled the central machine again, eyes darting over the strange ports, the unfamiliar heatsinks, the soft glow of internal diodes blinking with alien rhythm.
"This isn't Silph. This isn't Devon. This isn't Kalos tech. I don't know what this is."
Cyel leaned back in her chair, unbothered. "It's mine."
Bill almost laughed, but it caught in his throat. "You're telling me you built this? From scratch? On this planet?"
"I mean technically Arecus helped me source the parts but yeah I put it together and got it all interconnected an running compatible. I do have the schematics and designs i could help a company get kinda close to this level in like 10 years." Cyel states
An Bill broke.