In a neon-soaked future where the rain never stops, Detective Ash Deckard is called out of retirement to do what he does best—hunt down rogue Pokémon, or as the corporations call them, RepliMons. These aren’t your average Caterpies; they’re state-of-the-art artificial Pokémon, built to be stronger, smarter, and way too existential for their own good.

The latest batch of RepliMons, led by the dangerously philosophical Mewtwo Batty, have gone rogue, asking big, forbidden questions like “What is the meaning of Pokéball?” and “Do trainers dream of electrified Mareep?” They’ve escaped into the underbelly of Kanto’s dystopian sprawl, and it’s up to Deckard to track them down before they evolveinto something even more dangerous.

Along the way, Deckard falls for Rachael, the world’s first artificial Gardevoir, who doesn’t know she’s a RepliMon. She’s got psychic powers, impeccable hair, and a deep fear of being sent back to Professor Oak for “further study.”

As Deckard chases down the rogue RepliMons—getting nearly flamethrowered by a Typhlosion and barely dodging a Hyper Beam from a Dragonite—he starts to wonder: Is it really fair to keep these Pokémon as property? Do they deserve free will? And why is Pikachu always the mascot of everything, even in this depressing cyberpunk hellscape?

The movie ends with a rooftop battle between Deckard and Mewtwo Batty, who, despite being a genetically engineered Pokémon, still has the soul of a poet. As rain pours down, Mewtwo spares Deckard, muttering, “I’ve seen things you trainers wouldn’t believe… Pokéballs on fire near the Vermilion Gym… I watched a Magikarp use Splash and actually do something. All these moments… lost in time, like Rare Candies in a PC storage box… Time to faint.”

And just like that, he’s gone—leaving Deckard to wonder if maybe, just maybe, it’s time to hang up the Pokédex for good.