《Cartoon Theories》How do Pokéballs work?
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Ever wonder a Pokéball works? How do Pokémon fit in those tiiinnyyyy little balls?
Well Reddit User - nameless88 - explains this. As I read this it started to sound like a fact more then a theory. This is how it goes.
If you ever look inside of one in the anime, it's basically a bunch of mirrors. So, how exactly does this work? Well, the pokemon is converted into light, and then bounces around inside the pokeball at lightspeed, until it is needed again.
Whenever a pokemon is caught in the anime, there's a red light around it as it gets sucked into the ball. Whenever one is released, the light is blue, or close to it.
That's a redshift and a blueshift. If you've taken a quantum mechanics course, you know that humans have a wavelength, but it's negligible. Like, it's so small, it doesn't really matter. All things have a wavelength. So, the pokemon's wavelength increases as it gets sucked into the pokeball to compress it's body into data stored as light, and it decreases as it's being released, until it returns to the wavelength of the solid pokemon.
This also explains how you can store pokemon in a PC. You're converting the solid pokeball with light stored as data into even more compressed data.
The world of Pokemon somehow figured out quantum computing and how to convert matter into energy for the sake of storage.
The messed up part is, they somehow used to use apricorns to do this, in the olden days.
So, they carved acorns into computers sophisticated enough to convert matter into energy.
...Or, it isn't the storage device that does it, but Pokemon possess the ability to convert matter to energy, and the pokeball just exploits this and forces them to do it. This would make sense, as the more they exert themselves and train, the more energy (or, experience) they build up. When they reach a certain point, they're able to convert that stored energy into matter - "evolution" - and become larger, and fundamentally change their bodies.
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And if they possess the ability to spontaneously turn matter into energy and vice versa, this also explains how they can shoot out fire or water from seemingly nowhere. They're converting their own body's chemistry into this raw form. Which also explains why in the games there is a limit to how much they can do this before it's drained out.
This would also explain why you can't capture a pokemon that has fainted. They lose the ability to convert to energy when they're not conscious.
And have you ever wondered what happens when a pokemon dies? Well, they don't leave a corpse, that's for sure. I mean, have you seen the amount of graves in Lavender Town? Or the other grave sites in the other games. Imagine fitting a dead Snorlax into one of those tight graves, you couldn't. That's because when they die, they convert completely to energy. This energy might sometimes reform as a ghost pokemon, though.
The gravestones are just markers. There are no bodies in any of the pokemon towers.
Pretty believable! This "theory" is super good and I'm happy to be able to share it with you all. Thank you all for reading!
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