That night was never mentioned again.

The two kept their distance from each other for different reasons, Morty was cautious to ensure his grandfather wouldn't find out he took some blueprints. Rick had increased anxiety by not knowing how much Morty remembered. With neither wanting to talk to the other, the unusually odd silence they shared on trips into space and even at the dinner table went unnoticed to the two. Each trip ended with a sigh of relief from each when neither talked.

Rick was working in the garage when Morty walked in. It had been over a week, he had to start talking to Rick or he feared Rick might get suspicious.

"Well…it's Friday night."

"yeah." Rick was leaning over an invention to complete it, the portal gun on a bench behind him.

"We could go out."

"Nah, I have a lot to do tonight. You may not realize it but I'm behind on my commissioned works." Rick said bringing his flask to his mouth.

"You drink a lot." Morty said as he watched Rick take another swig.

Rick glared at him, "And?"

"Why? When you are that smart? Doesn't alcohol make you stupid? That's what mom and dad told me."

Rick straightened up setting his screw driver down, "Look…why don't you just go see what Summer is up too? I don't feel like getting psychoanalyzed. If I wanted that, I'd go see a nosey therapist."

Morty turned around, realizing he wasn't going to talk to Rick tonight. He casually walked over to the portal gun looking at everything strewn around.

"What part of get out don't you understand?" Rick asked.

"Sheesh I'm going." Morty walked out of the garage. The portal gun no longer sitting on the bench.

Morty tried to think of something he could do. He always spent weekends going on one of Rick's crazy adventures. His dad was watching golf, his mom was drinking wine in the kitchen…Morty walked up the stairs. "Hey Summer." He said walking into Summer's room.

Summer never looked up from her phone. "Go away."

"Can we talk?"

"Why don't you go talk to Grandpa Rick? Aren't you like his favorite or something?"

"He's busy." Morty walked over to his sister flopping at the foot of her bed.

"So go find something else to do." She never took her eyes off the phone

"I can't. I need help."

"Then leave my room and go find someone who cares."

"They say ignorance is bliss Summer but what do you do when you learn the truth?"

Summer looked up at her brother who was lying at the foot of her bed. "What?" He never talked like this, it almost sound poetic.

"There's more out there Summer. And I can't talk to anyone about it. The one person I can talk to…I can't."

"What do you want me to do?"

Morty sighed. "I don't know. What do you do when you find out what it's like to be smart?"

"Leave my room and do something about it."

Morty slid off her bed to his feet. "You know, you're right Summer! I will do something about it." He walked out of her room and into his. There was no reason why if Rick was smart, he couldn't be smart. Morty grabbed one of his school books opening it up. It was his algebra book. Morty opened the book to the chapter he was just tested on a week ago. He stared at the problems, something that was simple to everyone else didn't make sense to him. Morty stared at the problems for several minutes, trying to figure it out. Eventually he gave up slamming his book shut and throwing it against the wall. Morty laid his head on his arms feeling tears come to his eyes. His mind was blank.

Why was he so useless?

Morty pulled out the papers from his closet spreading them on the floor. Rick had thrown these away, however, they had Morty's hand writing. It appeared to be a big circle thing. That was all he could figure out. It had rooms, each labeled. The prison, chamber, lounge, extracting room…

Morty had spent several nights trying to figure out these papers. He had figured out they were blueprints to something. Then there were numbers at the bottom. It had the words perfect coordinates right above it. He sat on the ground typing in the coordinates into the portal gun. He had to know what these meant.

Morty was about to stand up to shoot a portal when Rick stumbled into Morty's room. Morty quickly shoved everything into his closet as fast as possible. Hoping Rick didn't see the portal gun.

To Morty's surprise, Rick went straight to Morty's bed to lie down, his head looking up at the ceiling. Then Rick sat up pointing to Morty. "If-if you repeat this to anyone, I will deny it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yeah." Morty said, hoping it would be quick.

"Christine adopted me at eight. The man that raised me beat me my whole life knowing that I wasn't his. He knew my mom cheated on him with Richard. I was told I was the devil's child my whole life. He couldn't get rid of me because he was a pastor. He had to keep looking strong for the church." Rick swirled the bottle around keeping his attention on the bottle, as if he was telling the story to the bottle. "I met Christine when I was six. I was kicked out of my dad's house. That bastard was a pastor and yet he still hired some girl to come to the house. When I was kicked out, I found a science museum nearby. Christine was at the ticket booth. I didn't have money and I had to be escorted by someone who was eighteen or older but she felt bad for me, she let me in."

Rick went silent.

"I saw my first glimpse of space that day through a video. I suddenly wanted more, I wanted space. I came back several more times to that museum and I got to know Christine very well. We would have conversations about science and just…talk. It was something I never got to do with an adult before. She said it was like she was talking to a twenty year old when she talked to me…then one day, my father learned about me going to the science museum. 'No son of a pastor is going to learn about the devil's work.' That was what he said. Then he dragged me up the stairs and closed me in my room with him. He…" Rick took in a deep breath taking a drink of what little beer that was in the bottle. "He beat me pretty much to the brink of death. Then he closed the door and left me."

"Rick." Morty tried to think of what to say. Where was this coming from?

"Christine knew something was wrong when I hadn't shown up for three days. I don't know how she knew. But she called the cops. They were able to find me in my room, barely able to walk. She told my father there would be no charges if she was able to adopt me that day. She signed the papers promising I would never deal with my father again."

Morty smiled all stories had happy endings.

"She was wrong." Rick grumbled letting the bottle fall from his hands and hit the ground. "I always knew I was different, at school I didn't understand when people felt bad for things or when they explained morals to stories. It didn't make sense. She brought me out to get ice cream one day and then brought me to a shrink who prescribed me some medications to help me. The next four years of my life after I started taking those pills were perfect. She gave me a taste of something I never should have had. She gave me the taste of what normal was. Then one day on our way to get another refill, we got into a car accident. She died on scene. I…I was the miracle kid who survived. Everyone said I shouldn't have survived. Truth was, any human wouldn't have. I was part alzurian so I healed fast enough to survive. At the time I didn't know that. I kept trying to figure out why I was allowed to live and the woman who gave me everything I ever wanted had died.

"But she had no family. I was all she had. So they found my dad who picked me up from the hospital. There was no proof that he beat me because she never pressed charges. He took me off the medications cold turkey saying no son of a pastor would be on psych meds. Then he beat me that night…and the following nights. School went back to being tough, I had to seclude myself. No one thought of me the same way. I was slowly spiraling backwards and I couldn't stop it. That's the worse, when you are gifted something so perfect for it to be taken from you. And the worst part? There was nothing I could do. Then I realized I could do something, I could do one thing right in my whole life…"

Rick went silent then continued.

"They say you never forget your first kill." Rick closed his eyes putting his head back. "It's true Morty. You better make the first time you kill someone a good one because you will remember it forever. One night, he was drinking with three other friends. They were gambling and smoking." Rick let out a laugh, "Can't give a kid the medications he needs to be normal but you can gamble and smoke."

"I was upstairs trying to complete my homework. I was fourteen and was in my last year of high school. I was going to college that following year."

"You told mom you graduated at eleven." Morty spoke.

"I…I say a lotta things. I went to my dad's room and found his revolver. Five shots, three of the most foul men I knew downstairs. One beat his kid, one beat his wife, and the other enjoyed raping people in alleyways. I walked down the stairs gently. I turned the corner and held out the gun." Rick pretend to hold out his hands like he was still holding that gun. "First shot hit my father in the chest. Second in the right guy's temple, dead instantly. Third in the other man's chest. Fourth in the man's chest again. I walked closer. Fifth in the man's head." Rick sighed. "My father still lay on the floor, eyes wide. I had no more bullets. I chose a knife from the kitchen to finish the job. When I looked at what I just did…I felt accomplished. I was happy with what I did. I was fucking happy. Yes, I knew it was wrong but it felt so good. That was when I realized what a sick fuck up I was. Then there was a knock at the door, 'is everything alright?' it was the neighbor. She never came over when I would scream for him to stop. I ran to my dad's room, knowing I'd get in trouble. I started going through all of his things. I had to find something, maybe even more bullets to shoot the neighbor from talking. I found the button that was given to my mom from Richard. I didn't know what it was but I pressed it. Nothing happened. Sirens were heard outside. I didn't want to go to jail. I crawled out of my window and up to the roof, hoping they wouldn't see me. Then the light from above hit me. I was brought to the ship. That button called Richard to Earth. That was the first time I met him. Suddenly everything made sense. I realized why I was so different than everyone on Earth. Then I realized while I was the smartest on Earth, I was really dumb compared to the alzurians and almost anyone in the galaxy. Then…I later found out about megaseeds. It gave me the ability to not care about others and be even smarter. I no longer cared about Christine or the need to be liked by humans. I could do whatever I wanted. I guess what I'm saying Morty, is I can't stop you."

Rick hand him a clear bottle, "Use it sparingly. I understand getting something and then having it taken away. I can't ignore it anymore. I can tell you remember. If I take it away from you, then I'm no better than the pastor that tried to raise me."

Morty took the clear bottle, "Uhm, thanks Rick." He didn't want to tell Rick that he didn't remember anything about the bottle. He didn't understand what this bottle was capable of.

"Just don't overdo it, take no more than a sip every hour." Rick stumbled out of the room leaving a confused Morty holding the bottle.

After Rick was gone, Morty stared at the bottle. He gulped, should he really take a sip? Finally he did so, taking a small sip. His mind cleared. Then suddenly he remembered everything he worked on the other night. He grabbed the blue prints. It was for a dome, and he had thought of the perfect place to put it. Morty rolled the blueprints and grabbed the portal gun. He walked out of his room looking around, luckily no one was around.

Morty walked out the front door, going to the old clearing that Rick called the warehouse. The dimensions were already typed in as Morty shot the portal and walked through. It was a barren earth. An earth where humans never existed. Morty heard a sound like something laughing. His heart started racing as he heard it again. The foggy planet made it hard to spot the creature. Suddenly a spider walked out of the fog making the laughing noise. Morty didn't think to bring a gun, this planet was supposed to be barren. The spider walked up to him stopping in front of him. It sniffed him. Morty backed away. The spider walked closer to him.

"Uhm, Hello." Morty whispered. If it wanted to attack him, it would have done so already. He reached his hand out petting the spider's furry pincers. The spider let out another laughing sound. Morty smiled, "You just want a friend?" He pet the spider more. It rolled on it's back like a dog. "We can be friends." Morty rubbed the spider's stomach then smiled as it laughed again. "We can definitely be friends."

There's only one more chapter after this! I think it's kinds obvious where I'm going with this now...