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Rhys had to confess that he enjoyed his occasional foray near Mount Pyre. Sometimes duty took him nearby, and at other times - like today - he finagled his schedule just enough to allow for some quiet walking and ruminating. His recent experience with the RKS System had shaken him at the time, and he was grateful for the respite this allowed him to think it over and catalogue some of the rogue thoughts that remained unchecked as a result of the experiment.
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He knew it was a simulation, that much had been made clear - first in the briefing, then by Zev Harcourt himself as he guided Rhys through the program. What he couldn't yet rationalize was the notion of whether the entire thing was on rails - Zev, for instance, had noted that different choices yielded different results from one dive to the next - or if it was somehow reactive to the people experiencing it.
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The butcher in the Slowpoke kitchens, and even Walsh himself had seemed fairly scripted, almost like one might expect when playing a video game or watching a movie, but what had Rhys scratching his head both metaphorically and physically was the encounter on the Alolan cliffside with Xatu. How did the program know he was a doctor? Had someone entered the information from the back end without telling him? What the hell was that vision about?
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He had no answers, and as he glanced to his Nidoking as they lazily walked along the path toward Mount Pyre, he reasoned that he might not have many forthcoming. Zev might have been able to provide some, but Rhys had the sense that the taciturn man didn't appreciate questions that wasted his time, and Rhys wasn't about to get frivolous with his superiors if he wanted to continue the trend of showing himself both capable and resourceful. He'd have to find another way to get the answers he sought.

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