What happens to the Pokemon we've collected, counted, Dex'd, and left to sit in the four digital walls of a box number, sentenced to never again see sunlight?  Do they dust? Rot? Progenate? Take ownership of what remains of their lives and band together in makeshift community under an old system's decrepit fluorescence?  And what of the fate of those privileged to leave and made to serve, should we still think them so unlucky?