A glowing, translucent hologram of his deceased wife, Diane, flickered to life.
Rick was alone in the garage. He pulled out a small, metallic sphere he had swiped from Rick Prime's hidden base. He tapped it. [S6E1] Solaricks
The green glow of the portal gun was dead. Rick C-137 sat on the cold metal floor of his ship, staring at the empty fluid chamber. He had managed to pull the Smith family back together from their original dimensions, but the cost was etched deeply on his face. A glowing, translucent hologram of his deceased wife,
Rick didn't look up. He was busy soldering a hyper-dense glowing crystal into his console. "Morty, I told you. Realities are like fast-food franchises. You burn one down, you drive a mile down the road to the next one. Don't go getting all philosophical on me because a version of your dad with a beard got clipped by the guy I’ve spent my entire life trying to find." 🏠 A Stolen Peace He tapped it
Morty walked into the kitchen, looking exhausted. He looked at his mother—both of them—and felt a heavy, suffocating wave of guilt. He had abandoned his original world, let it turn into a Cronenberg wasteland, and then watched his original family die off one by one until only he and Rick were left.
was aggressively cleaning her X-23 styled dual-claws, the adrenaline from fighting off Citadel scavengers still pumping through her veins.
Beth set her glass down. "Morty, we are alive. We are together. In this family, that is a miracle. Don't overthink it." 🔬 The Haunting in the Garage