I started to grow impatient; not only could I not get out, but I couldn't even tell what was going on outside. I found out that I was in a cyber world, possibly in a Porygon- or Porygon2-morph's dimension. If I get let out soon enough, I should thank him for keeping me protected from whatever provoked me in this state in the first place. Then again, he was a bit of a hindrance of my quest.
That Magmar-morph... I couldn't keep my mind off him. He wanted the power for something evil, I could tell by the look in his eyes. The Electrike- and Articuno-morphs were more benign than him, for sure. I couldn't get a good look at the Mew-morph; for all I know, he could be with either one of them. I started to recover from any damage that might have been done. It was easier to stand and walk without feeling fatigue, so I took out my katana and made sure it was in good condition still. My sheath wasn't as good as my sword, but I couldn't blame it for being old and scarred It held a sword several generations before me. I placed my sword back in its sheath and stood, contemplating what might happen next.