บท 18: "Hierarchy"
2 weeks later...
I was somewhat terrified t the possibility of dying like this timeline of rick and I had so I kicked into overdrive for the coming weeks
It's been a while since I've come to this new timeline. and with all that time I was able to grow more that I could even calculate reasonably.
Meeseeks where spread throughout my room and the city, now completely code locked my bedroom had become a work machine. In the corner of the room where piles of crates filled with enhanced laser weapons and plasma grenades. These weapons where the easiest to mass produce with the knowledge on how to produce light amplified emissions from the laser box he found in ricks workshop.
The Meeseeks now equipped with Smartglasses or more accurately wearable computers, where all collecting the crates and fiddling with their glasses.
They allowed for each Meeseeks to see who and where they needed to deliver the equipment and had the added bonus of sensing any weapons near them, preventing scams from occurring.
These operations are still small, having to do my business out of my own room wasn't the most comfortable but I could deal with it fine. Of course in order for so many Meeseeks to efficiently travel I'd needed more than a single ship as well. Looking at the other corner of the room I went toward my desk and sat down on the solid wood chair. I quickly did steady taps into the desk and a camera popped out of the center scanning my face and retina, then suddenly I was buckled in and sent flying downward at a rapid pace and flung sideways going through a metal tube aggressively and fast.
The acceleration came to an abrupt halt, and the tube spat me out into a small storage unit. My ship sat there in all its pieced-together glory, a testament to my ingenuity and desperation. The sutle upgraded finish covered its frame, but it was now twice the speed of light thanks again to my study of light emissions and ricks ship schematics—a lifeline for my burgeoning operation.
I gave the ship a once-over, checking its systems. Everything seemed intact. As I climbed in and started the ignition, I couldn't help but think about how far this plan had come. The hum of the double engines grew louder, filling the small space as the doors opened to the outside world. With a flick of a lever, I shot off into the sky, leaving Earth behind.
The moon wasn't far. As I approached, I could see the glowing beacons marking the locations of the Meeseeks squads. They had taken over the abandoned lunar station and transformed it into a hub of organized weapons. Landing on the surface, I stepped out and was greeted by the familiar sight of red figures bustling about with purpose. It was time to check in on the channels and operations.
I climbed up a metal scaffold to a vantage point overlooking the central operations area. Below, the leaders of each Meeseeks squad were convening, each holding their version of the Meeseeks box. These weren't like mine. No, these were something different—smaller, less potent, designed to churn out disposable reinforcements. I'd dubbed them "cannon fodder boxes."
Each leader's box created temporary Meeseeks that lasted only five minutes. Unlike their predecessors, these Meeseeks could wield weapons, distinguish between friend and foe, and execute basic tactical maneuvers. But that was where their capabilities ended. They were tools—blunt instruments for skirmishes, nothing more. It was crude but effective.
"The hierarchy is necessary," I muttered to myself as I watched the operation unfold. "The leaders hold the boxes, commanding the cannon fodder, while I oversee it all. Each rung serves its purpose, ensuring efficiency and order."
There was a cold comfort in the structure. The original Meeseeks, those created by my own box, were more capable—longer-lived, better equipped, and more versatile. But they, too, were just pieces on the board, moving at my command.
The lunar base buzzed with activity new ships coming in and leaving as I conducted my inspections, but soon enough, it was time to return to Earth. I left the moon behind, my ship streaking through the void and back to the blue planet below.
Landing discreetly, I returned the ship to the storage unit. The concealed doors closed behind me with a satisfying hiss, hiding it away once more. I climbed back up the tube and emerged in my room, taking a moment to compose myself. The hum of activity here was quieter but no less intense. Meeseeks moved about, organizing and preparing for the next phase.
Finished with my check up on my small enterprised I headed downstairs, I found Rick in the living room, surrounded by a mess of wires, monitors, and blinking devices. He was muttering to himself as he connected a final cable.
"What's this?" I asked, leaning against the stairway.
Rick didn't look up. "Interdimensional cable. Thought I'd set it up for a little entertainment. Nothing like watching alternate timelines screw things up worse than we do."
I smirked and took a seat on the couch. rick and I had always been a contrast ever since I became Morty—his carefree tinkering and my calculated scheming. But for now, I let myself sink into the cushions and watched as the screen flickered to life, the chaos of infinite universes spilling into the room.
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