And what is the deal with pokeballs, anyways?
I’m not just talking about the fact that they compress living creatures into a null space and apparently keep them alive and healthy until they’re recalled out of stasis. I’m not even talking about the fact that, while in that stasis, they can apparently struggle and break free. This is a video game and we’ve all seen bags of holding before. But why is it that anything that goes into a pokeball automatically comes out your friend?
Seriously, let’s put aside that you have to have your pokefriends beat down feral pokevictims before you can cram them into a new ball. Several species of pokemon aren’t merely predatory but actively hostile. More than one explicitly preys on humans, including one that targets children. And yet you bean one of the things upside the skull with a pokeball and they unfailingly obey your commands from that point on. This works on anything – elementals, spirits, devils, and gods included.
It has to be some kind of mind control tech.
Which is a problem, because humans are not unique in this world. Several species of pokemon are sapient creatures, including one free-willed independent actor whose entire raison d’etre is to escape from the stifling control of humanity. They succumb to a master ball just like anything else. There are psychics whose thoughts are powerful enough to blast others into unconsciousness, tinkerers that use technology to improve themselves and tame their world, and, again, deities reputed to have constructed reality. One ball and they do anything you command. Why would humans be any different?
So far as I would guess, those things have been engineered to not work on humans – and probably only not work on humans. That’s problematic, because reverse engineering one to remove that one limiter would probably not be all that tough, and you’re frequently facing large, well-funded, technologically-apt organizations in those games. Maybe that’s why everyone whose gaze you cross tries to stop you from reaching the last boss; they’ve been balled and are powerless to do anything else.
It’s either that or I need to get out more. Fair odds either way, really.