Night falls in Zomburbia, and the Zombies celebrate their recent victory against the Plants with a brain barbecue. Every Zombie attends, Browncoats, Foot Soldiers, All Stars, Engineers and Scientists. The only Zombies not present were Captain Deadbeard (who was sleeping in his sniper tower), Super Brainz (who had gone home to rest), and Imp (who was performing maintenance on his Z-Mech). The All Star Cook was enjoying himself, grilling organic brain burgers for the patrons. Many of the Zombies were enjoying themselves as well, despite injuries. One Foot Soldier had his face covered in bandages after receiving severe burns from Fire Flower, and had trouble seeing as a result. Nevertheless, his Foot Soldier comrades fed him barbecue food as he requested. A Scientist had been confined to a wheelchair after being struck in the spine and paralyzed by Peashooter. Regardless, his Scientist colleagues kept him active and happy by conversing about the chemical composition of Purple Goo #2 and other compounds. Two Foot Soldiers stood outside the barbecue area, keeping watch for Plant intruders. Even though they would rather join the others in the barbecue, they knew that there was always a threat of Plants attacking. Some other Foot Soldiers were considerate enough to come out and give the Foot Soldier guards a plate of brain burgers and veggie chips, for which the guards were thankful. Adding to the liveliness, the popular Zombie band group, The Zombats, were playing their latest hit single "Plants in your Grave".

Amidst the festivities, the leader of the Foot Soldier unit, General Supremo, walked up onto the stage and made an announcement.

"Attention Zombies!" General Supremo said, getting the attention of everyone, including the band members.

"Our great leader, Dr. Zomboss is here. He has a few things to say to us tonight, so please give him your undivided attention. Thank you." General Supremo announced.

Dr. Zomboss walked onto the stage, causing the audience to applaud and cheer. General Supremo saluted Dr. Zomboss before walking away and giving him the podium. The podium itself had steps to make Dr. Zomboss appear taller, so as to avoid using Imps as foot stools. Dr. Zomboss cleared his throat before giving his speech.

"Fellow Zombies, it is my pleasure to be speaking with you tonight. Unfortunately, I am far too busy to attend the festivities, but I hope my words here will suffice. First of all, I want to congratulate each and every one of you for our wonderful victory against the Plants today. You have all done your part in curbing the Plant resistance, and for that your comrades should applaud you." Dr. Zomboss spoke, met with another round of applause.

"Of course, some of you sacrificed much to protect Zomburbia. Others sacrificed all. To the Foot Soldier whose face was burned in battle, I hope your vision returns soon. To the Scientist who was badly paralyzed in battle, I am relieving you of military duty. May you spend your retirement mixing chemical compounds and formulating theories of particle acceleration." Dr. Zomboss continued.

"Most important are the ones that gave their lives to protect Zomburbia. They know who they are, and we know who they are. May these brave heroes consume brains forevermore in…wherever they are now. I ask now for a moment of silence in respect to them." Dr. Zomboss stated.

Following his instruction, the Zombies hung their heads in silence, paying their respects to their deceased Zombie comrades.

"With that, I shall leave you all to the barbecue. Long live Zomburbia, and long live Zombiekind! Mwa ha ha ha!" Dr. Zomboss finalized his speech.

The Zombies cheered and resumed their celebration, allowing Dr. Zomboss to make his exit. He chose to spend the rest of the evening talking with his future self, as he had many questions to ask.


"Do you recall my question from earlier today about the nature of my action in relation to you?" Dr. Zomboss asked his future self through his screen.

"Yes, I do. Now, let me explain what I know about our temporal relation." Future Zomboss began.

Dr. Zomboss leaned forward in his chair, eager to indulge on the things his future self had to offer.

"The very first thing I must address is myself. It is true that I am indeed your future self…just not for your timeline." Future Zomboss stated.

This statement intrigued and confused Dr. Zomboss, and it was rare for Dr. Zomboss to be confused by a concept. This alone urged him to implore on his future self's statement.

"Please elaborate." Dr. Zomboss simply replied.

"Our existences are not linear. I am part of a completely different timeline than you are. Let's say you exist in Timeline Alpha. I exist in, oh let's say, Timeline Sigma. As such, your actions will only affect the future of Timeline Alpha, and will have no effect on Timeline Sigma, with very few exceptions." Future Zomboss explained.

"Intriguing…*chuckle* do continue." Dr. Zomboss responded.

"I am certain you have heard of the concept of 'Universal Constants', the theory that among the nearly infinitesimal number of universes in existence, there are a few events and factors that remain constant throughout all of these universes. One such Universal Constant is, naturally, the creation and establishment of Zomtech industries. By the way, my factories function at maximum capacity and stocks in Zomtech remain the highest invested in the world." Future Zomboss continued.

"Good to hear that." Dr. Zomboss replied.

"There are a few things that are not universally constant between our timelines. For instance, do you remember telling me about one of your creations, the Sharktronic Sub?" Future Zomboss said.

"Yes, of course. It remains one of my more proud creations." Dr. Zomboss boasted.

"Never happened." Future Zomboss stated.

"Pardon?!" Dr. Zomboss exclaimed.

"I do not recall ever building such a ridiculous concept of a machine. I'm surprised you didn't decide to equip the machine with a laser cannon instead of a turbine." Future Zomboss commented.

"So, you never built the Sharktronic Sub in your Timeline Sigma?" Dr. Zomboss asked.

"Never. There are other creations you have made that I would never even contemplate, further proof of the fact that we exist in different timelines. I cannot speak on the behalf of other timelines, as I have never been able to contact Zombosses in theoretical Timeline Beta, Timeline Gamma, etc. I can only speak of my experiences." Future Zomboss explained.

Dr. Zomboss tapped his fingers on his desk in contemplation. His future self had provided information with huge implications, but he was unable to think of possible applications or uses for it.

"Are there any exceptions to what you have said so far?" Dr. Zomboss inquired.

"One such exception is what we have done together. By providing Zombie mercenaries and future Zombie technology to your timeline, I am affecting your timeline's future. If you were to provide me with something, you would be affecting my timeline's future. Although, I doubt you would have anything that would be of use to me." Future Zomboss answered.

"Interesting. Our interactions would benefit other Zombosses if we were able to contact them, and then they too can be rulers of their own empires!" Dr. Zomboss said.

"For now, we have no way of doing so. It is not our primary concern. Our primary concern is to eradicate the Plants in your timeline, and then we can move on to other universes. I shall perform my own research in the meantime and provide you with my findings when I discover them." Future Zomboss stated.

"Very well then. Will you be able to provide me with new mercenaries and supplies tomorrow morning?" Dr. Zomboss asked.

"I will provide you with your mercenaries as soon as I can gather them. They will travel to your timeline as soon as possible tomorrow. As for the Unobtainium element that your Chemists use for ammunition…there's a reason it's called Unobtainium. It does not occur in nature and is extremely difficult to produce in the lab. Please be patient while I produce enough to supply your Chemists for a few months." Future Zomboss responded.

"I understand. I will speak with you tomorrow then." Dr. Zomboss said.

"Farewell, Timeline Alpha." Future Zomboss said.

"Farewell, Timeline Sigma." Dr. Zomboss replied.

After ending communication, Dr. Zomboss pondered on his conversation with Future Zomboss. There was a way to use his information to his benefit, but as Future Zomboss said, it was not very important at the moment. Finished with his conversation with his future self, Dr. Zomboss went off to bed, satisfied with the day as a leader.