Rick's alarm clock went off at 3:30 in the morning; he reached his arm over to the clock hitting it off. He slowly moved out of bed, setting his feet to the ground. After getting dressed, he walked over to Morty's room. The old scientist didn't even look to see how the child was sleeping, quite frankly, he didn't care. He turned the light on. "Morty get up."
"Five more minutes." Morty said rolling over and pulling the covers over his head.
Rick sauntered over and pulled the cover off the child. "Get up."
Morty groaned looking at his clock. "Why am I being forced to get up so early?"
"Let's go."
Morty stood up grabbing a shirt and pants. He followed rick out into the hallways, "Where are we going?"
"Whisper Morty, do you want to wake everyone up?" Rick whispered.
Morty yawned slowing down as they walked toward the stairs. He suddenly felt a jolting motion as he was grabbed by the arm, "Morty come on, we are going to be late." Rick muttered as they went down the stairs.
"I was up late last night completing homework Rick, I'm tired." Morty said as they walked through the kitchen.
"Homework is for people who need school Morty. People like us, we don't need school." The two entered the garage.
"That's not what mom says."
"Yeah, she says a lotta things." Rick said pulling out his portal gun. He picked up the computer he had in the woods, handing it to Morty. Morty almost buckled under the weight of the computer. "Hold this and come on." Rick noticed how cumbersome it looked in Morty's arms, "And don't drop it, that's an expensive piece of machinery."
Rick was inputting the code for the citadel. There was no exact coordinates due to the algorithm. It was set to change locations and dimensions every so often. Rick was wondering how many other Ricks had chosen to go back to Earth. How many other Ricks already figured it out? How many others were going to tell others? How many others chose to keep it to themselves?
He shot the portal and the two walked through. All five Ricks he text were already there when he walked in. None of them had a Morty next to them. Rick smirked, he knew it.
The five went quiet when they saw Rick walking with a young teen close behind.
"Hey Douchebags." Rick said acknowledging them.
"Make this quick." One of them said. "You know this is the worse place for Ricks to meet. The federation has sixty percent of the locations used in our algorithm on watch."
"Who's the kid?" another asked.
"Finally someone asked! This is Morty, my grandson." Rick said.
Morty had just placed the computer down on a nearby table and sat on a chair next to it trying to catch his breath. That computer was much heavier than it looked. He rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't seeing things. Then counted each to ensure he was correct, there were six Ricks in front of him. "Uh…" He was trying to question what was going on but the six were in their own conversation.
"Grandson? You know Ricks aren't to go back to Earth. It was decreed by the council."
"When did us Ricks ever start listening to rules? Definitely rules by the council that is no longer here. Some good they are. We need to stop hiding, when did we ever let the federation tell us what to do? Besides they can all suck it cuz I'm the one who found a way for us to stay hidden!"
"How?" All five asked at once.
"Morty here can hide my brainwaves." Rick held the kid by the shoulders.
They looked at him skeptically. "Prove it."
"Watch!" Rick turned on the machine. He put the electrodes to Morty's temple and then the electrodes to his. The helical form came up on the screen. "Morty's brainwaves are the inverse of mine."
The other five were in awe. The sirens inside the citadel started flaring signaling that the federation was within five miles of the citadel. A large screen came down showing a radar with dots coming toward it. The Ricks weren't worried, the citadel would move to a different location before the federation got to them.
Morty, however, jumped when he heard the sirens making the chair slip and hit him in the shin. Morty reached for the first thing near him to help him up making the computer fall on him. The sirens in the citadel stopped flaring .
"They turned around." One of them said looking at the large screen on the wall. The dots were turning around.
The five were talking among themselves. Rick lifted the computer, luckily Morty didn't break it. The six of the Ricks stared at the monitor. Morty's brainwaves were slightly larger now.
"When he's hurt, he must be able to mask brainwaves better." One of them pointed out.
Morty stared at the six who were enamored by the screen. "Yeah, I'm fine." Morty said rubbing his head. He felt blood above his right eye. "N-N-NO, I am not fine." He said quickly. "Rick, I am not fine!" The others didn't look. Morty held his hand against the cut trying to stop the bleeding.
Eventually Morty's Rick looked over at him, "Hey Morty what's with your face?"
Morty sighed, "The computer cut me when it fell on me."
"Let's cut this short. Someone decided to get cut." Rick said. The others agreed that they would find their Morty's as soon as possible.
Rick and Morty walked through the portal into the garage. "Morty sit on the stool." Rick said as he went to some boxes he already piled into the garage. He pulled a box out and set it next to Morty. Rick lifted Morty's hand from the gash then grabbed a brown vial from the box. "Gonna sting." He said before dropping a little on the wound.
Morty flinched from the sting.
Within seconds of the liquid hitting the gash, it healed itself. "There you go, now go clean the blood and you'll be fine. Not even a scar." Rick said putting the vial back in the box and then putting the box back to his pile.
"Thanks." Morty said then walked off to go clean himself. He turned around at the door, "Actually, I have a question."
"Shoot." Rick leaned against a table grabbing his flask.
"wh-what did we just see?"
"What do you mean?" Rick took a gulp of his flask.
"Earlier. How was there six of you? Are there six of me?"
It was common for Rick to know about all the different Ricks but he forgot that it wasn't typical for others. "There's an infinite amount of dimensions with infinite timelines. Each dimension is each person deciding to do something differently. But no answer is ever yes or no, there's always variables. Then each decision has a consequence which could lead to more decisions. And each person has to encounter others who have to make other decisions. So you could have several variations of the same timeline of yourself and someone else makes a different decision. It's a twisted cycle of fate to see who ends up with what. Pretty much, infinite timelines means infinite possibilities."
Morty stared blankly at him.
Rick sighed, "Yes, there's more than one of us."
Morty looked shocked. "Wait, so there's more of me?"
"Yeah. Don't think too much of it."
"Cool! Can I see the other me's?"
"It's not that cool Morty. Trust me the novelty wears off fast."
"Oh." Morty said looking down then looked back up, "So when can I see them? Is there a me with a third hand?"
"No, well maybe. Anything is possible. Why would you need a third hand?"
"I don't know so I can hold a soda and a sandwich…and chips."
"Just go to bed." Rick said.
Morty jumped off the stool and ran out the garage. Rick looked at his phone. It was five in the morning. The family would be getting up soon.
It's short, but it felt like a necessary chapter to move the story forward. Now we can start getting into this timeline's story! More to come…
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