The things the humans call me are inconsequential, inaccurate, inane and capture none of my power and purpose, the things the pokemon call me range from almost acceptable to unprintable.  The traditionalists call me an abomination, the humans call me a miracle of science, the magi call me a natural.  I can’t really fill in much more than has been said, other than to report on the workings and meetings of the Guardian League during these times, who are boring even in an emergency.  There were only a handful worth talking to, and most of them were too busy for a conversation most of the time.  Sometimes I wonder if I should take a more active role in the protecting of our land, but the other members still distrust me because of that whole “cleansing” thing.  I would have thought by now that I’ve proven myself trustworthy.
     In point of fact, I spent about five years on the Rainbow Cloud learning how to do the job with Mew.  She’s one of those few I can talk to, one of the few who has an open mind.  Her training helped me to understand why pokemon allow humans to control them.  It’s all part of the deal made back when they first stopped being interchangeable beings, and the pokemon had to strike out on their own.  The deal also includes why the more intelligent pokemon don’t build things.  Since pokemon were the natural aspect of magic, they are bound to not use their powers in the pursuit of technology.  They were also bound to their role in nature, as those dominated by humanity, and so can be bent to the pursuits of technology by humans.  I’m glad that I managed to convince her to get rid of Giovanni, and I had the pleasure of dispatching him twice.  Like Duplica, I find myself drawn to Ketchum, who I continue to find both incredibly stupid, and a fit leader of humanity.  Duplica is one of the few humans I can stand.
     The incident with the Dark Citadel’s core has been vastly exaggerated by all involved parties.  I did not know that the thing would kill me, I’m not that selfless even now.  I don’t care what they say about me, I hold here and now that all I wanted to do was get the whole thing over with so we could find out more about the people that caused and were attracted by this event, and so I might have done something a little rash, like shooting at it.  Actions like that seem to be a recurring weakness in me, just blow it up and move on, that’s my slogan.  Perhaps I lack subtlety, but I think that I kept a pretty straight face while I turned Ash into a pikachu, an action I am proud of and I think was a very funny thing to do.  I was surprised to find Duplica was so incensed about it, although she was almost right, in which case I don’t think any of us would be around now.  Ash is a beacon for the forces of good, and if he hadn’t been there, Saliaven might not have arrived.
     While I’m on that subject, I don’t trust the man, either.  I think he’s hiding something more than the usual, and so is Marlene, who I distrust even more.  If I ever find out she knew and made sure that blast killed me, I don’t care how powerful she is, I’ll match and overcome her if I have to empty the world of mana doing so.  No one menaces Mewtwo without getting a blast right in the gut, not even a transcendent like her.
I’m not the kind of person who likes writing about himself, so let’s just consider this over and get on to the next person.