Sentience Is Torture

A robot Rick with heavy duty loathing.  RP/Interactive Blog for Rick R128-Ω

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

((Introduction rp)) ((when characters first me))

@automation-rick *brittney is chilling at a bar sipping on her wine, a little tipsy but not too much*

[automation-rick]

Bars aren’t his scene, they aren’t because he had no physical mouth to move. He only had yellow glass that symbolized a row of teeth, he also had no proper organs to situate that type of liquid in. He didn’t dream of ruining his already clocked innards and their slagged functioning.

But he had to cut through one to get to his destination, so… bad irony?

He takes a few large strides and people gawk as he tries to make his way out swiftly. He hadn’t counted on a male waiter not moving to make room as he walked so he was forced to bump clumsily into a brunette standing at the bar.

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

[automation-rick]

He glanced at her and back at the door he had been making a beeline for. The waiter had gone almost undisturbed and all his liquor was still on his serving tray as he lowly walked away from him.

“Yeah, yeah sure. How about we talk out there,” The Rick points to the side exit door, “I’d be much more nice.”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

sounds good to me. *Brittney says in her sexy jessica rabbit voice of how she always sounded*

[automation-rick]

As they made they’re way over to the door, he holds it open for her as he follows her outside. He watched the other patrons suspiciously as he closed the door behind him.

He slumped his shoulders slightly in relief at being out of public eyes, “Okay, what did you want to talk about?”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

I just noticed you didn’t like being around people so I wanted to chat here. so what I was thinking. was I think I know you some where but I know that can’t be? you just seem so familiar like I known you for years and I know I dont know you for years. cause I sure wasn’t here when they built you. but you look like someone I knew so long ago? *brittney looks into his robotic eyes*

[automation-rick]

Rick would have cried “Multiverse theory!” at her but that was a major attitude change he couldn’t handle right now. The last thing he needed was an angry female with deja vu.

“It’s a bad habit, that’s just it. No real explanation.” He said, his florescent optics meeting hers, “And your probably remembering a flesh version of me, because we’ve never officially meet before.”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

yeah I think thats it… you kinda remind me of my husband…a flesh version that died so tragically…. him and his morty died after the ceremony we went on a adventure as a celebratory celebration. and then he got killed by some assassins. whoever wanted my rick and his morty killed they hired someone to do it and to ruin the day of my one and true happiness…. *brittney frowns*  

[automation-rick]

“Hmm. That sounds like something half the central finite curve might do. I don’t know what I could do to help you if your about to ask for anything, I’m not even sure I can even assist you properly.” He said it almost indeterminate from his regular speech pattern, even if he meant to be ‘nicer’. He must be on the fritz again, “But I guess I can do something for you, I’m here aren’t I? Do you have anymore questions?”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

I was wonder if you know any human ricks too? or mortys? I love to meet more people to know like you I know your a robot but. I call you a person too since you do interact with people too. what would you like to do too to hang out with me. I like to know you more. *brittney smiles*

[automation-rick]

“Know more Ricks and Mortys? All I have to do is point at the wall and I can take you to a world were it’s nearly infinitely populated by Ricks and Mortys.” He says, “But I can say I’ve made acquaintances with a few across the multiverse. Punk Mortys. Abandoned Mortys. Fish Rick and Morty. Yeah, I’ve seen quite a lot.”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

wow… I would love to see more. I never even seens a fish rick and morty before?

[automation-rick]

He looks at her as he hears sirens in the distance, police sirens. He looked at the wall next to it and raised his hand, shooting a portal from his palm, "Well, I'm on my way to an alien world, you can come with or you can stay here. Yes, I can drop you off at your house when we're done. Either way, I have to go."

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

((Introduction rp)) ((when characters first me))

@automation-rick *brittney is chilling at a bar sipping on her wine, a little tipsy but not too much*

[automation-rick]

Bars aren’t his scene, they aren’t because he had no physical mouth to move. He only had yellow glass that symbolized a row of teeth, he also had no proper organs to situate that type of liquid in. He didn’t dream of ruining his already clocked innards and their slagged functioning.

But he had to cut through one to get to his destination, so… bad irony?

He takes a few large strides and people gawk as he tries to make his way out swiftly. He hadn’t counted on a male waiter not moving to make room as he walked so he was forced to bump clumsily into a brunette standing at the bar.

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

[automation-rick]

He glanced at her and back at the door he had been making a beeline for. The waiter had gone almost undisturbed and all his liquor was still on his serving tray as he lowly walked away from him.

“Yeah, yeah sure. How about we talk out there,” The Rick points to the side exit door, “I’d be much more nice.”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

sounds good to me. *Brittney says in her sexy jessica rabbit voice of how she always sounded*

[automation-rick]

As they made they’re way over to the door, he holds it open for her as he follows her outside. He watched the other patrons suspiciously as he closed the door behind him.

He slumped his shoulders slightly in relief at being out of public eyes, “Okay, what did you want to talk about?”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

I just noticed you didn’t like being around people so I wanted to chat here. so what I was thinking. was I think I know you some where but I know that can’t be? you just seem so familiar like I known you for years and I know I dont know you for years. cause I sure wasn’t here when they built you. but you look like someone I knew so long ago? *brittney looks into his robotic eyes*

[automation-rick]

Rick would have cried “Multiverse theory!” at her but that was a major attitude change he couldn’t handle right now. The last thing he needed was an angry female with deja vu.

“It’s a bad habit, that’s just it. No real explanation.” He said, his florescent optics meeting hers, “And your probably remembering a flesh version of me, because we’ve never officially meet before.”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

yeah I think thats it… you kinda remind me of my husband…a flesh version that died so tragically…. him and his morty died after the ceremony we went on a adventure as a celebratory celebration. and then he got killed by some assassins. whoever wanted my rick and his morty killed they hired someone to do it and to ruin the day of my one and true happiness…. *brittney frowns*  

[automation-rick]

“Hmm. That sounds like something half the central finite curve might do. I don’t know what I could do to help you if your about to ask for anything, I’m not even sure I can even assist you properly.” He said it almost indeterminate from his regular speech pattern, even if he meant to be ‘nicer’. He must be on the fritz again, “But I guess I can do something for you, I’m here aren’t I? Do you have anymore questions?”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

I was wonder if you know any human ricks too? or mortys? I love to meet more people to know like you I know your a robot but. I call you a person too since you do interact with people too. what would you like to do too to hang out with me. I like to know you more. *brittney smiles*

[automation-rick]

"Know more Ricks and Mortys? All I have to do is point at the wall and I can take you to a world were it's nearly infinitely populated by Ricks and Mortys." He says, "But I can say I've made acquaintances with a few across the multiverse. Punk Mortys. Abandoned Mortys. Fish Rick and Morty. Yeah, I've seen quite a lot."

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

((Introduction rp)) ((when characters first me))

@automation-rick *brittney is chilling at a bar sipping on her wine, a little tipsy but not too much*

[automation-rick]

Bars aren’t his scene, they aren’t because he had no physical mouth to move. He only had yellow glass that symbolized a row of teeth, he also had no proper organs to situate that type of liquid in. He didn’t dream of ruining his already clocked innards and their slagged functioning.

But he had to cut through one to get to his destination, so… bad irony?

He takes a few large strides and people gawk as he tries to make his way out swiftly. He hadn’t counted on a male waiter not moving to make room as he walked so he was forced to bump clumsily into a brunette standing at the bar.

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

[automation-rick]

He glanced at her and back at the door he had been making a beeline for. The waiter had gone almost undisturbed and all his liquor was still on his serving tray as he lowly walked away from him.

“Yeah, yeah sure. How about we talk out there,” The Rick points to the side exit door, “I’d be much more nice.”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

sounds good to me. *Brittney says in her sexy jessica rabbit voice of how she always sounded*

[automation-rick]

As they made they’re way over to the door, he holds it open for her as he follows her outside. He watched the other patrons suspiciously as he closed the door behind him.

He slumped his shoulders slightly in relief at being out of public eyes, “Okay, what did you want to talk about?”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

I just noticed you didn’t like being around people so I wanted to chat here. so what I was thinking. was I think I know you some where but I know that can’t be? you just seem so familiar like I known you for years and I know I dont know you for years. cause I sure wasn’t here when they built you. but you look like someone I knew so long ago? *brittney looks into his robotic eyes*

[automation-rick]

Rick would have cried “Multiverse theory!” at her but that was a major attitude change he couldn’t handle right now. The last thing he needed was an angry female with deja vu.

“It’s a bad habit, that’s just it. No real explanation.” He said, his florescent optics meeting hers, “And your probably remembering a flesh version of me, because we’ve never officially meet before.”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

yeah I think thats it… you kinda remind me of my husband…a flesh version that died so tragically…. him and his morty died after the ceremony we went on a adventure as a celebratory celebration. and then he got killed by some assassins. whoever wanted my rick and his morty killed they hired someone to do it and to ruin the day of my one and true happiness…. *brittney frowns*  

[automation-rick]

"Hmm. That sounds like something half the central finite curve might do. I don't know what I could do to help you if your about to ask for anything, I'm not even sure I can even assist you properly." He said it almost indeterminate from his regular speech pattern, even if he meant to be 'nicer'. He must be on the fritz again, "But I guess I can do something for you, I'm here aren't I? Do you have anymore questions?"

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

((Introduction rp)) ((when characters first me))

@automation-rick *brittney is chilling at a bar sipping on her wine, a little tipsy but not too much*

[automation-rick]

Bars aren’t his scene, they aren’t because he had no physical mouth to move. He only had yellow glass that symbolized a row of teeth, he also had no proper organs to situate that type of liquid in. He didn’t dream of ruining his already clocked innards and their slagged functioning.

But he had to cut through one to get to his destination, so… bad irony?

He takes a few large strides and people gawk as he tries to make his way out swiftly. He hadn’t counted on a male waiter not moving to make room as he walked so he was forced to bump clumsily into a brunette standing at the bar.

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

[automation-rick]

He glanced at her and back at the door he had been making a beeline for. The waiter had gone almost undisturbed and all his liquor was still on his serving tray as he lowly walked away from him.

“Yeah, yeah sure. How about we talk out there,” The Rick points to the side exit door, “I’d be much more nice.”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

sounds good to me. *Brittney says in her sexy jessica rabbit voice of how she always sounded*

[automation-rick]

As they made they’re way over to the door, he holds it open for her as he follows her outside. He watched the other patrons suspiciously as he closed the door behind him.

He slumped his shoulders slightly in relief at being out of public eyes, “Okay, what did you want to talk about?”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

I just noticed you didn’t like being around people so I wanted to chat here. so what I was thinking. was I think I know you some where but I know that can’t be? you just seem so familiar like I known you for years and I know I dont know you for years. cause I sure wasn’t here when they built you. but you look like someone I knew so long ago? *brittney looks into his robotic eyes*

[automation-rick]

Rick would have cried "Multiverse theory!" at her but that was a major attitude change he couldn't handle right now. The last thing he needed was an angry female with deja vu.

"It's a bad habit, that's just it. No real explanation." He said, his florescent optics meeting hers, "And your probably remembering a flesh version of me, because we've never officially meet before."

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

((Introduction rp)) ((when characters first me))

@automation-rick *brittney is chilling at a bar sipping on her wine, a little tipsy but not too much*

[automation-rick]

Bars aren’t his scene, they aren’t because he had no physical mouth to move. He only had yellow glass that symbolized a row of teeth, he also had no proper organs to situate that type of liquid in. He didn’t dream of ruining his already clocked innards and their slagged functioning.

But he had to cut through one to get to his destination, so… bad irony?

He takes a few large strides and people gawk as he tries to make his way out swiftly. He hadn’t counted on a male waiter not moving to make room as he walked so he was forced to bump clumsily into a brunette standing at the bar.

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

[automation-rick]

He glanced at her and back at the door he had been making a beeline for. The waiter had gone almost undisturbed and all his liquor was still on his serving tray as he lowly walked away from him.

“Yeah, yeah sure. How about we talk out there,” The Rick points to the side exit door, “I’d be much more nice.”

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

sounds good to me. *Brittney says in her sexy jessica rabbit voice of how she always sounded*

[automation-rick]

As they made they're way over to the door, he holds it open for her as he follows her outside. He watched the other patrons suspiciously as he closed the door behind him.

He slumped his shoulders slightly in relief at being out of public eyes, "Okay, what did you want to talk about?"

[automation-rick]

So you must be mechanical?

@mechanrickal-heart​

“My scans picked up a sentient mechanical life form. I always stop to investigate those. I am Tavi Iota-Sanchez of Iota 42-7. I was created by Rick Sanchez of the same dimension. Are you created? Self made??”

"Always you say?" He questions the bot, his processor calculating for any lies, "And your based purely on the guy that created you? What are you an errand droid or a mech based clone?"

He wasn't avoiding the questions, he's just drawing out this talk. He didn't know why himself.

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

((Introduction rp)) ((when characters first me))

@automation-rick *brittney is chilling at a bar sipping on her wine, a little tipsy but not too much*

[automation-rick]

Bars aren’t his scene, they aren’t because he had no physical mouth to move. He only had yellow glass that symbolized a row of teeth, he also had no proper organs to situate that type of liquid in. He didn’t dream of ruining his already clocked innards and their slagged functioning.

But he had to cut through one to get to his destination, so… bad irony?

He takes a few large strides and people gawk as he tries to make his way out swiftly. He hadn’t counted on a male waiter not moving to make room as he walked so he was forced to bump clumsily into a brunette standing at the bar.

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

[automation-rick]

He glanced at her and back at the door he had been making a beeline for. The waiter had gone almost undisturbed and all his liquor was still on his serving tray as he lowly walked away from him.

"Yeah, yeah sure. How about we talk out there," The Rick points to the side exit door, "I'd be much more nice."

[brittney-sanchez-deactivated202]

((Introduction rp)) ((when characters first me))

@automation-rick *brittney is chilling at a bar sipping on her wine, a little tipsy but not too much*

[automation-rick]

Bars aren't his scene, they aren't because he had no physical mouth to move. He only had yellow glass that symbolized a row of teeth, he also had no proper organs to situate that type of liquid in. He didn't dream of ruining his already clocked innards and their slagged functioning.

But he had to cut through one to get to his destination, so... bad irony?

He takes a few large strides and people gawk as he tries to make his way out swiftly. He hadn't counted on a male waiter not moving to make room as he walked so he was forced to bump clumsily into a brunette standing at the bar.

[automation-rick]

((would you like to roleplay with me sometime? I have information about my character saved that I can show you in messages.))

[ @brittney-sanchez ]

// Yes, just send it over and I'll get to it went I can!

[automation-rick]

Tavi stared in shock. Another mechanical type Rick being? " Greetings"

[ @mechanrickal-heart ]

He looked over and watched the other Rick make way to him, “Hey. So, what are you up too around this part?”

[whenrpmemesattack]

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

[automation-rick]

Ryker daringly steps forward. "Wow look at you. Big tough robot douche. Man, how long did it take to collect the scrap metal for your hunk of ass?"

@bigbadsanchez

“As long as it took billions of generations to gestate your poor excuse of a carbon based meatbag.” He wasn’t backing down, “How’s your body doing after 70 years of neglect? Mines perfectly capable after… eons? I don’t know.”

[yogurtmorty]

Off Without A Hitch

The android scanned the card, and a green light flashed next to the device. Morty was looking at Rick with wide eyes, wondering when did he steal those without even him noticing. At the mention of his name, the boy snapped out of his astonishment. He straightened up his back and tried to appear as confident as possible, even if he wasn’t sure the android could see him.

It took him a few seconds to remember why the name of his so-called superior sounded so familiar: Tammy was his sister’s friend, and, since this party (or this disaster, from his point of view) Rick and Summer had organized, Bird Person’s girlfriend. Morty liked to come with his grandpa and his sister when they were paying them a visit.  Hearing Rick talk of her as an agent of the Federation was confusing, but now wasn’t the time to ask questions. Maybe in this dimension, she wasn’t as kind as the one he knew.

- Please, wait.

The android stayed silent for an instant, then granted them the access to the other room. Morty instantly located the possible ways out (the door they came by, and another at their left), as well as the guard standing next to it. The person sitting behind the huge glass desk in front of them only got his attention once he had finished.

@automation-rick

[automation-rick]

The Morty might have had his eyes glued to the alien behind the dark yet lighten room's veil, but he could see that his hands never hesitated to clench at his side. Maybe they'll get out of this with time to spare... and body parts.

Behind the glass desk, near the reinforced full-length windows was a stereotypical Earth alien. Greying green skin, black unblinking eyes, bulbous cranium, and four fingers. In all it's glory.

Wow, this dimension really had kicks in the crotch at "coincidences".

Rick decided to speak first when they locked eyes, tbe aliens optics slamming open in shock, "Listen, muchacho, we're just here for your Crystal Radialite. You obviously don't know what your carrying, so it'd be best if we took it willingly from you then from some assassin from your cold dead hands."

Subtly to the wind, than.

[automation-rick]

Off Without A Hitch

[ @yogurtmorty​ Liked for a starter ]

Rick picked up his chest piece and scoffed at the bullet holes that rittled the surface and punctured the inside material. He looked down and noticed the bullet holes that also decorated him from his bare armorless chest to his knees. It wasn’t bad but he could have sworn he was better off then this.

God, his left arm hurt so bad…

He began to walk out of the warehouse when one of the two hundred men that had ambushed him began to crawl away with weak moans of horror trailing after him. Rick didn’t care anymore, he was just glad no one bad punctured his core and shut down his whole existence.

‘Jesus Christ, all this for some plutonic rock from Veet Jtero 7…’ He mentally kicked himself before he began to limp out the rusted building.

He looked around after he’d gotten about a mile out from the building before he was stopped by a yellow shirt he was quite familiar with. He turned to the boys trailing calls for his name… wait, a jacket and backpack? Was this another hitchhiking Morty or was he asking directions?

[yogurtmorty]

Morty was following the familiar figure from afar since he had exited the warehouse. He knew that this traffic of plutonic rock would attract a Rick here, sooner or later. And he has been proved right when this one showed here and cautiously wrecked the place, about ten minutes ago. Totally intimidated by this robotic version of his grandfather, Morty has carefully observed him first, following him into the labyrinth that was this part of the city. But the older man was walking fast, and he couldn’t risk to lose him. -Rick! The boy felt relieved when the man finally stopped. - W-wait! Once at his level, he took a few seconds to catch his breath. - Geez… Rick, I thought I would never catch you! He finally raised his head, and his eyes opened wide at the sight of the damaged metal body. It was worse than what he have imagined. - Shit! Are you alright? I have some band-aid if you want, j-just let me… By reflex, he reached into the front pocket of his backpack before he realized the stupidity of his proposition. -Could you please ignore w-what I just said? Th-that was dumb.

[automation-rick]

“Don’t worry, this whole days been dumb.” Rick said as he stood his less then intimidating full height, “Barely less then 220 men just tried to snuff me and all for some plutonic rock ripe from the soil. That isn’t illegal! Well, I guess the buyer - myself, technically - is a fugitive, but hey… !”

The robot brought up the broken chest piece to cover the glowing orange sphere of his “heart”, putting the tiny cylinder of plutonic rock under his arm, “At least it can’t get worse from here.”

Rick noticed the crowd was thinning and motioned the Morty to just follow him, he had a few more items to pick up before the government officials get the gales to send heavy armed men to try what the drug dealers couldn’t. Kill him. And this Morty seemed like nice enough company, plus the robots own Morty was taking his sweet time at school.

[yogurtmorty]

He was glad we waited outside the building when Rick told him about what just happened. Morty took the time to look in detail at the robotic body, and let his gaze drift from the piercing yellow eyes to the strange piece at the center of Rick’s chest. The light spreading from it was bright and warm, almost pulsing, and hypnotic. For a moment, he couldn’t look away, then a scrapped metal plate came to cover it, and he finally realized he was staring. Embarrassed, he shifted on his feet and brought back his attention to Rick’s face.

- I hope so! Y-you look like you’re in bad shape, Rick.

But the scientist wasn’t as concerned as the boy was by his injuries (or was it more fitting to say “damage”?), and just began to walk away. Morty quietly followed him, trying not to get left behind by his quick pace.

- So, w-where are we going?

Since he was here, he might as well stay with Rick and help him, if needed.

[automation-rick]

“Well, ripe Plutonic Rock is quite volatile in this dimension, but the chemicals that make it volatile are important for some work I need to finish.” Rick said as he watched the stray kid trail him politely, almost like he’d been his Morty the whole time. “But, let’s keep the science banter on the hush-hush for now, we have to get a quick dissolving precious metal off a rich man’s menu, and it’s volatile. After that, we need to fetch liquid nuclear energy, which is strangely not volatile here.”

He watched the crowds faces as he walked with small pieces of his armor chipping off when he turned or had to swiftly dodge another pedestrian. God, was this annoying. Fleshling meatbags didn’t have a clue what was going on…

“What’s your story kid?” He asked as they turned again, “This isn’t my first time with a wandering Morty, if you wanted to know.”

[yogurtmorty]

While listening carefully to Rick, he let his gaze wander over the streets they were crossing…. and he suddenly stumbled on a metallic piece. He picked it up, and after further examination, he realized it was a small part of Rick’s body. - Rick, I don’t wanna seem like a party pooper, but y-you’re losing some piece! Can’t you do this later, once y-you’ll be fixed? Or at l-least, let me bandage it so it stays in place? He knew he was being very insistent, but not taking care of their health seemed to be an unalterable variable amongst all the Ricks. And that’s also why Mortys were here, right? The question surprised him a little. - I’m not r-really wandering, I’m just looking for my Rick. He d-disappeared, about six months ago. But he has already met some Mortys who were traveling the dimensions alone. They were really kind, even if a lot of them have tried to convince him not to look for his grandfather. He has gotten upset then. - I think he’s in big trouble. Otherwise, he w-would have get back home a-already.

[automation-rick]

“Don’t worry, after everything that is loose either sits back into place or falls off, I should be back to normal. Well, damaged, but normal.” He knew he hadn’t answered the Morty the way he wanted, but first aid wasn’t on the menu, “The government heads are going to be on our asses after two hours of their men being dead, and it’s been more then 45 minutes.”

He watched the fancy hotel he was picking up from come into view, the Morty behind him seemed to falter but he didn’t seem to lose his pace. Rick lost his pacing though when he saw the mechanical life that littered the outside doors. Some of the participants were flesh and blood, old and young, but robotic life was walking in and out of the building mostly.

He wouldn’t be able to get in with his damaged body. If he could fix up his legs, he could throw on a lab coat and pose as a scientist… He sighed before turning to the boy, “How steady are your hands with a welder?”

[yogurtmorty]

He let Rick elude his proposition. He was big enough to know for himself, after all. And he was right about his (and now, theirs, probably) pursuers, they didn’t really have any time to lose. - Geez… He tried to hide his worry as best as he could. Rick didn’t seem thrilled by the idea of façing them either, so if they were lucky, there won’t be any confrontation. As they were heading toward a pretty big hotel, the robot slowed a little. Morty guessed they arrived at their destination and took the time to observe the building and the people coming in and out of it. Some of them looked humans (or at least humanoids), and some looked like they were robots, like Rick. He nodded at the question, before raising his head to meet the pair of yellow eyes. - I think, yes. Rick taught me. W-why?

[automation-rick]

“I’m doing a Rick cosplay.” His tone was heavy as he sat down on an alley bench, his legs propped outwards as he “sighed”, “I’m going to dress as a formal scientist, maybe one or two anti-federation supporters might help me when we get inside. If not, we make a beeline for the elevator. I can’t risk a fight when my target’s on the roof.”

He pulled out two welders from a pocket in his chest and handed one to the boy, letting his metal hands fall to his left leg afterwards. He began to weld it when he spoke up, “You do my right, we’ll get done twice as fast if I don’t have any visible bullet holes.”

[yogurtmorty]

Okay. The plan was simple. No reason to freak out, and no excuses to fuck things up, right? He took the welder Rick was handing him, trying not to think too much about everything that could possibly go wrong. Then, he kneeled on the ground, took a big breath before turning it on, and began his work. His hands were pretty steady, and even if his welds weren’t as discreet as Rick’s ones, nobody would see them unless they were paying close attention to the robot’s legs. -Does it hurt, Rick? Do y-you even feel it? Despite his sudden question, he didn’t stop fixing the metal under his fingers, as meticulous as he could be in their current situation. He finished a couple minutes after Rick and handed him the tool back. - Now I just have to follow you, r-right?

[automation-rick]

“I turned off surface pain receptors after the warehouse fight, I would be writhing in agony and be on the floor if I didn’t. My inner workings are still ticking, I just feel inactivity in my “skin”, almost like my legs gone cold.“

He puts both welders in his chassis, putting his chest cavity back to one piece. He turned to the wall and opened a portal, turning to the boy once he’s done.

“I’ll fetch a lab coat from my wardrobe to disguise myself in. So, I’ll pop in the portal and come back out. Then, we head into that fancy party, okay?”

[yogurtmorty]

So, Rick was usually able to feel things, uh? Even the simple idea of not being able to feel anything made Morty unease, so he decided it was great that a robot could have sensations. Maybe later, he would ask Rick to explain to him how all of it worked. At the sight of the green vortex, Morty stiffened. What if Rick just hopped in the portal and never returned? He didn’t have any real reason to stay with him after all. But until there, the scientist had been nice to him, so even if the boy couldn’t help but doubt him, he didn’t have any other choice than trust him. - S-sure Rick…

While awkwardly waiting for him, he began to mechanically bite his nails, shooting nervous glance where the portal used to be, a few seconds ago.

[automation-rick]

Rick walked to his metal cabinet and pulled the door open to fetch a lab coat. Putting it on, he buttoned the top half and dusted off the white clothe to appear presentable. 

God, he could barely move his flexible elbows. Clothes weren’t something he enjoyed often, and that was a stretch. Enjoy? Clothing? Not with his receptors on, that made him… “itchy” and he couldn’t scratch his metal skin without ruining his finish.

He portaled back and stretched his arms in mock discomfort, “God, we better find this guy fast, this night is beginning to drag.”

[yogurtmorty]

A quiet sigh of relief escaped from Morty as the portal reopened. It was quite odd to see a Rick looking that uncomfortable in his familiar lab coat. But for a stranger’s eyes, it won’t be noticeable. He nodded at Rick’s words and followed him inside the hotel. 

The place was apparently hosting a reception of some sort, and the reception hall was crowded. The guests were gathering around large tables covered with cocktails and petits fours. Morty had to raise his voice to cover the noise of the conversation as well as the annoying music playing in the background.

- Who exactly are w-we looking for Rick? 

Nobody had seemed to pay much attention to them until now. But suddenly, a hand clasped on Morty’s shoulder as the boy shrieked in surprise. He turned to face a tall, well-dressed alien, visibly drunk. 

- What are you doing here kid?

Morty tried to free himself, but the alien’s grasp only strengthened. 

- I w-was just… 

The boy sent a panicked look to Rick, silently calling for help.

[automation-rick]

Rick hadn’t focused on anyone but the three sneaky anti-federation men covering the elevator, waiting for him and his company to get there and send them up. He noticed some people with lab coats slung over their shoulders or chairs at the bar or near the fancy stage taking glances at him, but he waved through the crowd seamlessly.

Every now and again, someone will stick their hand out to shake his hand for a “job well done” on a “newly debugged AI controlled power plant”. Rick would shake their hands and laugh with a “thank you” while he thought about how long that power plant would last under a AI made from scratch.

Maybe two years if no one sends an actual mechanic down there anytime soon.

Rick and his companion Morty were about halfway into the splitting crowd when he saw the Morty be jerked back. He turned and noted the bulbous pink faced brunet men was drunk and digging his scarred hands into the Morty’s shoulder. That’s not happening.

Rick sidestepped between the two, getting the man’s arm far less room to hold Morty, he placed his metal elbow on top of the man’s more fragile arm, “Sir, please release the assistant, we’re both only looking to get to work on the next floor. No partying.”

[yogurtmorty]

The man shot a cold glance at Rick, and for a second, his grasp on Morty’s shoulder tightened even more, making him grit his teeth in discomfort. The bastard had claws. But the threat of the scientist was clear, so he reluctantly backed up, letting go of the boy with a frustrated groan. Morty hid behind Rick’s back, massaging his painful shoulder.

-Okay, okay, no need to look at me this way, you son of a bitch! He raised his voice on the last part, spitting it at Rick’s face. His scene was catching the attention of the other guests, who were starting to either move away or form a circle around them. One of the two guards standing in the corners of the room was also starting to look suspiciously in their direction. Morty grabbed Rick’s sleeve, tugging timidly at it.

- Rick, please, w-we should probably go…

[automation-rick]

Oh, this shit was done for. Rick was a patient robot, he made his own body with only a laptop and half of an old rusty Robot Rick prototype that had been discarded. He’ll spare you knowing how long it took, but it felt like eternity. He had patience, but even eternity passing by hadn’t gotten him this angry.

This did, though. 

Suddenly, his sensory were showing a rise in hostility amongst the crowd; the party goers were either frightened by a skirmish or were looking forward to it, causing a suffocating circle with them trapped in it, and the guard robots were tugging at the buddies uniforms to get their attention or groping their weapons as they drew in closer. The anti-federation men he spotted stationed here looked trapped, even with their potentially stored weapons, they must be green.

Rick felt the Morty tug at his lab coat and he turned around to face the scared boy, ‘You came here for a reason… You came here for a reason… You came here for a reason…“

He sighed and wiped his face with his sleeve, his face hard and deadly, he said lowly, “You are not leaving here unscathed.”

Morty dragged him away back into their path to the elevator, but no one but the unlucky alien could hear him say that.

[yogurtmorty]

Morty didn’t need to see Rick’s face to know the man was angry. The crowd was densifying around them, people whispering in a way they thought was discreet like they always do. It was suffocating, and the boy prayed for the scientist to just listen to him. When he finally agreed, the younger quickly draw him away, without hearing Rick’s words, nor seeing the look of fear in the eyes of the man. He only let go of the scientist’s arm once they were in front of the elevator, and followed him inside. There, he ran a hand through his curly hair, and shot a shy glance at Rick, afraid that the robot might be angry at him. - Geez… I-I’m sorry for the trouble… But t-thanks for helping me. Morty stayed quiet after that, biting his nails again in a nervous reflex as they were slowly reaching the top of the building. However, a moment later, he turned to Rick again. - Do you think I-I will need my laser gun up there…? Morty had to learn how to shoot the hard way, and the weight of the weapon in his hands had slowly become a good way to reassure himself. And hopefully, it would make him feel less useless.

[automation-rick]

“Your welcome, but it’s not your fault, how would you have fought off that predator without getting gunned by police…” Rick made a sighing noise and watched the chrome and brown elevator interior shake as the made their way to the roof, “I should have been behind you, just in case some shit like that happens…”

He watched the Morty slowly begin to bite his nails and make small noises of distress, the whole ride up with painfully like this. But Morty did ask about his gun.

“No. Have it close to your hand, if you have anywhere to put it. Like your gun in your waistband, your hand in your closest pocket.” Rick said with confidence, “Just in case thinks go south. I’ll try to negotiate, I can’t take much more damage and we have one more stop after this.”

[yogurtmorty]

When he had prepared himself for anger, what came instead was very destabilizing. Did Rick really cared that much about his safety?

The boy nodded at the instructions that were given to him and rumbled in his backpack to grab the said gun. It fitted easily in his waistband without bothering him. Once his oversized jacket readjusted, nobody would be able to see it.

The elevator finally stopped, and the doors slowly opened. They were now in a large corridor, leaning a huge and unique door. Resisting the urge to hide behind the robot, he placed himself next to him and took a deep breath.

An android was standing next to the door, and turned to them as they stoped in front of it.

-Hello. Please, decline your identity and the reason of your visit.

[automation-rick]

"Hello, lead scientist, CGZ-034," Rick said with confidence and ease, "I believe the Galactic Federation has given me new orders from the very top, I'd like to see if my orders were changed."

Rick quickly flashed a security card with those exact numbers and a barcode underneath. Rick, while he had been shaking hands and making false pleasantries with those drunk idiots downstairs, he swiped three security cards. One from a private cop who worked here, another was a vaccine maker, and one more was the leading scientist for the man upstairs.

Stupidly enough, and what made his day, the scientists keycard didn't have a photo badge. Only a secret number, no actual name.

"This here," he rolled his shoulder in Morty's direction, "Is a younger Federation veteran, he's here to make sure everyone's in order. Do you know agent Tammy of the Federation? He's working under her."

[rpmernes-blog]

bad idea starters.

❛on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?❜

❛okay, but, consider this: i don’t care. i’m gonna do it.❜

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

❛how hard is it to do a wheelie on a motorcycle? how many feet can you go, doing a wheelie, without crashing?❜

❛it’s three in the morning and i’m bored and you’re the only one awake. let’s break into a gas station store.❜

❛WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT FILL UP A “SUPER BIG GULP” CUP WITH 5 HOUR ENERGY AND CHUG THE WHOLE THING. MY HEART HAS EITHER STOPPED COMPLETELY OR IS BEATING SO FAST THAT I CAN’T FEEL MY OWN PULSE.❜

❛is it a bad idea to use mountain dew instead of milk in your cereal?❜

❛i heard if you suck up enough helium, your voice starts to sound really squeaky… wanna go buy some balloons?❜

❛can you cook bacon with a hair straightener? asking for a friend.❜

❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜

❛complaining helps the situation, like, not at all.❜

❛sooooo, i kind of adopted a puppy.❜

[automation-rick]

Off Without A Hitch

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Rick picked up his chest piece and scoffed at the bullet holes that rittled the surface and punctured the inside material. He looked down and noticed the bullet holes that also decorated him from his bare armorless chest to his knees. It wasn’t bad but he could have sworn he was better off then this.

God, his left arm hurt so bad…

He began to walk out of the warehouse when one of the two hundred men that had ambushed him began to crawl away with weak moans of horror trailing after him. Rick didn’t care anymore, he was just glad no one bad punctured his core and shut down his whole existence.

‘Jesus Christ, all this for some plutonic rock from Veet Jtero 7…’ He mentally kicked himself before he began to limp out the rusted building.

He looked around after he’d gotten about a mile out from the building before he was stopped by a yellow shirt he was quite familiar with. He turned to the boys trailing calls for his name… wait, a jacket and backpack? Was this another hitchhiking Morty or was he asking directions?

[yogurtmorty]

Morty was following the familiar figure from afar since he had exited the warehouse. He knew that this traffic of plutonic rock would attract a Rick here, sooner or later. And he has been proved right when this one showed here and cautiously wrecked the place, about ten minutes ago. Totally intimidated by this robotic version of his grandfather, Morty has carefully observed him first, following him into the labyrinth that was this part of the city. But the older man was walking fast, and he couldn’t risk to lose him. -Rick! The boy felt relieved when the man finally stopped. - W-wait! Once at his level, he took a few seconds to catch his breath. - Geez… Rick, I thought I would never catch you! He finally raised his head, and his eyes opened wide at the sight of the damaged metal body. It was worse than what he have imagined. - Shit! Are you alright? I have some band-aid if you want, j-just let me… By reflex, he reached into the front pocket of his backpack before he realized the stupidity of his proposition. -Could you please ignore w-what I just said? Th-that was dumb.

[automation-rick]

“Don’t worry, this whole days been dumb.” Rick said as he stood his less then intimidating full height, “Barely less then 220 men just tried to snuff me and all for some plutonic rock ripe from the soil. That isn’t illegal! Well, I guess the buyer - myself, technically - is a fugitive, but hey… !”

The robot brought up the broken chest piece to cover the glowing orange sphere of his “heart”, putting the tiny cylinder of plutonic rock under his arm, “At least it can’t get worse from here.”

Rick noticed the crowd was thinning and motioned the Morty to just follow him, he had a few more items to pick up before the government officials get the gales to send heavy armed men to try what the drug dealers couldn’t. Kill him. And this Morty seemed like nice enough company, plus the robots own Morty was taking his sweet time at school.

[yogurtmorty]

He was glad we waited outside the building when Rick told him about what just happened. Morty took the time to look in detail at the robotic body, and let his gaze drift from the piercing yellow eyes to the strange piece at the center of Rick’s chest. The light spreading from it was bright and warm, almost pulsing, and hypnotic. For a moment, he couldn’t look away, then a scrapped metal plate came to cover it, and he finally realized he was staring. Embarrassed, he shifted on his feet and brought back his attention to Rick’s face.

- I hope so! Y-you look like you’re in bad shape, Rick.

But the scientist wasn’t as concerned as the boy was by his injuries (or was it more fitting to say “damage”?), and just began to walk away. Morty quietly followed him, trying not to get left behind by his quick pace.

- So, w-where are we going?

Since he was here, he might as well stay with Rick and help him, if needed.

[automation-rick]

“Well, ripe Plutonic Rock is quite volatile in this dimension, but the chemicals that make it volatile are important for some work I need to finish.” Rick said as he watched the stray kid trail him politely, almost like he’d been his Morty the whole time. “But, let’s keep the science banter on the hush-hush for now, we have to get a quick dissolving precious metal off a rich man’s menu, and it’s volatile. After that, we need to fetch liquid nuclear energy, which is strangely not volatile here.”

He watched the crowds faces as he walked with small pieces of his armor chipping off when he turned or had to swiftly dodge another pedestrian. God, was this annoying. Fleshling meatbags didn’t have a clue what was going on…

“What’s your story kid?” He asked as they turned again, “This isn’t my first time with a wandering Morty, if you wanted to know.”

[yogurtmorty]

While listening carefully to Rick, he let his gaze wander over the streets they were crossing…. and he suddenly stumbled on a metallic piece. He picked it up, and after further examination, he realized it was a small part of Rick’s body. - Rick, I don’t wanna seem like a party pooper, but y-you’re losing some piece! Can’t you do this later, once y-you’ll be fixed? Or at l-least, let me bandage it so it stays in place? He knew he was being very insistent, but not taking care of their health seemed to be an unalterable variable amongst all the Ricks. And that’s also why Mortys were here, right? The question surprised him a little. - I’m not r-really wandering, I’m just looking for my Rick. He d-disappeared, about six months ago. But he has already met some Mortys who were traveling the dimensions alone. They were really kind, even if a lot of them have tried to convince him not to look for his grandfather. He has gotten upset then. - I think he’s in big trouble. Otherwise, he w-would have get back home a-already.

[automation-rick]

“Don’t worry, after everything that is loose either sits back into place or falls off, I should be back to normal. Well, damaged, but normal.” He knew he hadn’t answered the Morty the way he wanted, but first aid wasn’t on the menu, “The government heads are going to be on our asses after two hours of their men being dead, and it’s been more then 45 minutes.”

He watched the fancy hotel he was picking up from come into view, the Morty behind him seemed to falter but he didn’t seem to lose his pace. Rick lost his pacing though when he saw the mechanical life that littered the outside doors. Some of the participants were flesh and blood, old and young, but robotic life was walking in and out of the building mostly.

He wouldn’t be able to get in with his damaged body. If he could fix up his legs, he could throw on a lab coat and pose as a scientist… He sighed before turning to the boy, “How steady are your hands with a welder?”

[yogurtmorty]

He let Rick elude his proposition. He was big enough to know for himself, after all. And he was right about his (and now, theirs, probably) pursuers, they didn’t really have any time to lose. - Geez… He tried to hide his worry as best as he could. Rick didn’t seem thrilled by the idea of façing them either, so if they were lucky, there won’t be any confrontation. As they were heading toward a pretty big hotel, the robot slowed a little. Morty guessed they arrived at their destination and took the time to observe the building and the people coming in and out of it. Some of them looked humans (or at least humanoids), and some looked like they were robots, like Rick. He nodded at the question, before raising his head to meet the pair of yellow eyes. - I think, yes. Rick taught me. W-why?

[automation-rick]

“I’m doing a Rick cosplay.” His tone was heavy as he sat down on an alley bench, his legs propped outwards as he “sighed”, “I’m going to dress as a formal scientist, maybe one or two anti-federation supporters might help me when we get inside. If not, we make a beeline for the elevator. I can’t risk a fight when my target’s on the roof.”

He pulled out two welders from a pocket in his chest and handed one to the boy, letting his metal hands fall to his left leg afterwards. He began to weld it when he spoke up, “You do my right, we’ll get done twice as fast if I don’t have any visible bullet holes.”

[yogurtmorty]

Okay. The plan was simple. No reason to freak out, and no excuses to fuck things up, right? He took the welder Rick was handing him, trying not to think too much about everything that could possibly go wrong. Then, he kneeled on the ground, took a big breath before turning it on, and began his work. His hands were pretty steady, and even if his welds weren’t as discreet as Rick’s ones, nobody would see them unless they were paying close attention to the robot’s legs. -Does it hurt, Rick? Do y-you even feel it? Despite his sudden question, he didn’t stop fixing the metal under his fingers, as meticulous as he could be in their current situation. He finished a couple minutes after Rick and handed him the tool back. - Now I just have to follow you, r-right?

[automation-rick]

“I turned off surface pain receptors after the warehouse fight, I would be writhing in agony and be on the floor if I didn’t. My inner workings are still ticking, I just feel inactivity in my “skin”, almost like my legs gone cold.“

He puts both welders in his chassis, putting his chest cavity back to one piece. He turned to the wall and opened a portal, turning to the boy once he’s done.

“I’ll fetch a lab coat from my wardrobe to disguise myself in. So, I’ll pop in the portal and come back out. Then, we head into that fancy party, okay?”

[yogurtmorty]

So, Rick was usually able to feel things, uh? Even the simple idea of not being able to feel anything made Morty unease, so he decided it was great that a robot could have sensations. Maybe later, he would ask Rick to explain to him how all of it worked. At the sight of the green vortex, Morty stiffened. What if Rick just hopped in the portal and never returned? He didn’t have any real reason to stay with him after all. But until there, the scientist had been nice to him, so even if the boy couldn’t help but doubt him, he didn’t have any other choice than trust him. - S-sure Rick…

While awkwardly waiting for him, he began to mechanically bite his nails, shooting nervous glance where the portal used to be, a few seconds ago.

[automation-rick]

Rick walked to his metal cabinet and pulled the door open to fetch a lab coat. Putting it on, he buttoned the top half and dusted off the white clothe to appear presentable. 

God, he could barely move his flexible elbows. Clothes weren’t something he enjoyed often, and that was a stretch. Enjoy? Clothing? Not with his receptors on, that made him… “itchy” and he couldn’t scratch his metal skin without ruining his finish.

He portaled back and stretched his arms in mock discomfort, “God, we better find this guy fast, this night is beginning to drag.”

[yogurtmorty]

A quiet sigh of relief escaped from Morty as the portal reopened. It was quite odd to see a Rick looking that uncomfortable in his familiar lab coat. But for a stranger’s eyes, it won’t be noticeable. He nodded at Rick’s words and followed him inside the hotel. 

The place was apparently hosting a reception of some sort, and the reception hall was crowded. The guests were gathering around large tables covered with cocktails and petits fours. Morty had to raise his voice to cover the noise of the conversation as well as the annoying music playing in the background.

- Who exactly are w-we looking for Rick? 

Nobody had seemed to pay much attention to them until now. But suddenly, a hand clasped on Morty’s shoulder as the boy shrieked in surprise. He turned to face a tall, well-dressed alien, visibly drunk. 

- What are you doing here kid?

Morty tried to free himself, but the alien’s grasp only strengthened. 

- I w-was just… 

The boy sent a panicked look to Rick, silently calling for help.

[automation-rick]

Rick hadn’t focused on anyone but the three sneaky anti-federation men covering the elevator, waiting for him and his company to get there and send them up. He noticed some people with lab coats slung over their shoulders or chairs at the bar or near the fancy stage taking glances at him, but he waved through the crowd seamlessly.

Every now and again, someone will stick their hand out to shake his hand for a “job well done” on a “newly debugged AI controlled power plant”. Rick would shake their hands and laugh with a “thank you” while he thought about how long that power plant would last under a AI made from scratch.

Maybe two years if no one sends an actual mechanic down there anytime soon.

Rick and his companion Morty were about halfway into the splitting crowd when he saw the Morty be jerked back. He turned and noted the bulbous pink faced brunet men was drunk and digging his scarred hands into the Morty’s shoulder. That’s not happening.

Rick sidestepped between the two, getting the man’s arm far less room to hold Morty, he placed his metal elbow on top of the man’s more fragile arm, “Sir, please release the assistant, we’re both only looking to get to work on the next floor. No partying.”

[yogurtmorty]

The man shot a cold glance at Rick, and for a second, his grasp on Morty’s shoulder tightened even more, making him grit his teeth in discomfort. The bastard had claws. But the threat of the scientist was clear, so he reluctantly backed up, letting go of the boy with a frustrated groan. Morty hid behind Rick’s back, massaging his painful shoulder.

-Okay, okay, no need to look at me this way, you son of a bitch! He raised his voice on the last part, spitting it at Rick’s face. His scene was catching the attention of the other guests, who were starting to either move away or form a circle around them. One of the two guards standing in the corners of the room was also starting to look suspiciously in their direction. Morty grabbed Rick’s sleeve, tugging timidly at it.

- Rick, please, w-we should probably go…

[automation-rick]

Oh, this shit was done for. Rick was a patient robot, he made his own body with only a laptop and half of an old rusty Robot Rick prototype that had been discarded. He’ll spare you knowing how long it took, but it felt like eternity. He had patience, but even eternity passing by hadn’t gotten him this angry.

This did, though. 

Suddenly, his sensory were showing a rise in hostility amongst the crowd; the party goers were either frightened by a skirmish or were looking forward to it, causing a suffocating circle with them trapped in it, and the guard robots were tugging at the buddies uniforms to get their attention or groping their weapons as they drew in closer. The anti-federation men he spotted stationed here looked trapped, even with their potentially stored weapons, they must be green.

Rick felt the Morty tug at his lab coat and he turned around to face the scared boy, ‘You came here for a reason… You came here for a reason… You came here for a reason…“

He sighed and wiped his face with his sleeve, his face hard and deadly, he said lowly, “You are not leaving here unscathed.”

Morty dragged him away back into their path to the elevator, but no one but the unlucky alien could hear him say that.

[yogurtmorty]

Morty didn’t need to see Rick’s face to know the man was angry. The crowd was densifying around them, people whispering in a way they thought was discreet like they always do. It was suffocating, and the boy prayed for the scientist to just listen to him. When he finally agreed, the younger quickly draw him away, without hearing Rick’s words, nor seeing the look of fear in the eyes of the man. He only let go of the scientist’s arm once they were in front of the elevator, and followed him inside. There, he ran a hand through his curly hair, and shot a shy glance at Rick, afraid that the robot might be angry at him. - Geez… I-I’m sorry for the trouble… But t-thanks for helping me. Morty stayed quiet after that, biting his nails again in a nervous reflex as they were slowly reaching the top of the building. However, a moment later, he turned to Rick again. - Do you think I-I will need my laser gun up there…? Morty had to learn how to shoot the hard way, and the weight of the weapon in his hands had slowly become a good way to reassure himself. And hopefully, it would make him feel less useless.

[automation-rick]

"Your welcome, but it's not your fault, how would you have fought off that predator without getting gunned by police..." Rick made a sighing noise and watched the chrome and brown elevator interior shake as the made their way to the roof, "I should have been behind you, just in case some shit like that happens..."

He watched the Morty slowly begin to bite his nails and make small noises of distress, the whole ride up with painfully like this. But Morty did ask about his gun.

"No. Have it close to your hand, if you have anywhere to put it. Like your gun in your waistband, your hand in your closest pocket." Rick said with confidence, "Just in case thinks go south. I'll try to negotiate, I can't take much more damage and we have one more stop after this."

[automation-rick]

Off Without A Hitch

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Rick picked up his chest piece and scoffed at the bullet holes that rittled the surface and punctured the inside material. He looked down and noticed the bullet holes that also decorated him from his bare armorless chest to his knees. It wasn’t bad but he could have sworn he was better off then this.

God, his left arm hurt so bad…

He began to walk out of the warehouse when one of the two hundred men that had ambushed him began to crawl away with weak moans of horror trailing after him. Rick didn’t care anymore, he was just glad no one bad punctured his core and shut down his whole existence.

‘Jesus Christ, all this for some plutonic rock from Veet Jtero 7…’ He mentally kicked himself before he began to limp out the rusted building.

He looked around after he’d gotten about a mile out from the building before he was stopped by a yellow shirt he was quite familiar with. He turned to the boys trailing calls for his name… wait, a jacket and backpack? Was this another hitchhiking Morty or was he asking directions?

[yogurtmorty]

Morty was following the familiar figure from afar since he had exited the warehouse. He knew that this traffic of plutonic rock would attract a Rick here, sooner or later. And he has been proved right when this one showed here and cautiously wrecked the place, about ten minutes ago. Totally intimidated by this robotic version of his grandfather, Morty has carefully observed him first, following him into the labyrinth that was this part of the city. But the older man was walking fast, and he couldn’t risk to lose him. -Rick! The boy felt relieved when the man finally stopped. - W-wait! Once at his level, he took a few seconds to catch his breath. - Geez… Rick, I thought I would never catch you! He finally raised his head, and his eyes opened wide at the sight of the damaged metal body. It was worse than what he have imagined. - Shit! Are you alright? I have some band-aid if you want, j-just let me… By reflex, he reached into the front pocket of his backpack before he realized the stupidity of his proposition. -Could you please ignore w-what I just said? Th-that was dumb.

[automation-rick]

“Don’t worry, this whole days been dumb.” Rick said as he stood his less then intimidating full height, “Barely less then 220 men just tried to snuff me and all for some plutonic rock ripe from the soil. That isn’t illegal! Well, I guess the buyer - myself, technically - is a fugitive, but hey… !”

The robot brought up the broken chest piece to cover the glowing orange sphere of his “heart”, putting the tiny cylinder of plutonic rock under his arm, “At least it can’t get worse from here.”

Rick noticed the crowd was thinning and motioned the Morty to just follow him, he had a few more items to pick up before the government officials get the gales to send heavy armed men to try what the drug dealers couldn’t. Kill him. And this Morty seemed like nice enough company, plus the robots own Morty was taking his sweet time at school.

[yogurtmorty]

He was glad we waited outside the building when Rick told him about what just happened. Morty took the time to look in detail at the robotic body, and let his gaze drift from the piercing yellow eyes to the strange piece at the center of Rick’s chest. The light spreading from it was bright and warm, almost pulsing, and hypnotic. For a moment, he couldn’t look away, then a scrapped metal plate came to cover it, and he finally realized he was staring. Embarrassed, he shifted on his feet and brought back his attention to Rick’s face.

- I hope so! Y-you look like you’re in bad shape, Rick.

But the scientist wasn’t as concerned as the boy was by his injuries (or was it more fitting to say “damage”?), and just began to walk away. Morty quietly followed him, trying not to get left behind by his quick pace.

- So, w-where are we going?

Since he was here, he might as well stay with Rick and help him, if needed.

[automation-rick]

“Well, ripe Plutonic Rock is quite volatile in this dimension, but the chemicals that make it volatile are important for some work I need to finish.” Rick said as he watched the stray kid trail him politely, almost like he’d been his Morty the whole time. “But, let’s keep the science banter on the hush-hush for now, we have to get a quick dissolving precious metal off a rich man’s menu, and it’s volatile. After that, we need to fetch liquid nuclear energy, which is strangely not volatile here.”

He watched the crowds faces as he walked with small pieces of his armor chipping off when he turned or had to swiftly dodge another pedestrian. God, was this annoying. Fleshling meatbags didn’t have a clue what was going on…

“What’s your story kid?” He asked as they turned again, “This isn’t my first time with a wandering Morty, if you wanted to know.”

[yogurtmorty]

While listening carefully to Rick, he let his gaze wander over the streets they were crossing…. and he suddenly stumbled on a metallic piece. He picked it up, and after further examination, he realized it was a small part of Rick’s body. - Rick, I don’t wanna seem like a party pooper, but y-you’re losing some piece! Can’t you do this later, once y-you’ll be fixed? Or at l-least, let me bandage it so it stays in place? He knew he was being very insistent, but not taking care of their health seemed to be an unalterable variable amongst all the Ricks. And that’s also why Mortys were here, right? The question surprised him a little. - I’m not r-really wandering, I’m just looking for my Rick. He d-disappeared, about six months ago. But he has already met some Mortys who were traveling the dimensions alone. They were really kind, even if a lot of them have tried to convince him not to look for his grandfather. He has gotten upset then. - I think he’s in big trouble. Otherwise, he w-would have get back home a-already.

[automation-rick]

“Don’t worry, after everything that is loose either sits back into place or falls off, I should be back to normal. Well, damaged, but normal.” He knew he hadn’t answered the Morty the way he wanted, but first aid wasn’t on the menu, “The government heads are going to be on our asses after two hours of their men being dead, and it’s been more then 45 minutes.”

He watched the fancy hotel he was picking up from come into view, the Morty behind him seemed to falter but he didn’t seem to lose his pace. Rick lost his pacing though when he saw the mechanical life that littered the outside doors. Some of the participants were flesh and blood, old and young, but robotic life was walking in and out of the building mostly.

He wouldn’t be able to get in with his damaged body. If he could fix up his legs, he could throw on a lab coat and pose as a scientist… He sighed before turning to the boy, “How steady are your hands with a welder?”

[yogurtmorty]

He let Rick elude his proposition. He was big enough to know for himself, after all. And he was right about his (and now, theirs, probably) pursuers, they didn’t really have any time to lose. - Geez… He tried to hide his worry as best as he could. Rick didn’t seem thrilled by the idea of façing them either, so if they were lucky, there won’t be any confrontation. As they were heading toward a pretty big hotel, the robot slowed a little. Morty guessed they arrived at their destination and took the time to observe the building and the people coming in and out of it. Some of them looked humans (or at least humanoids), and some looked like they were robots, like Rick. He nodded at the question, before raising his head to meet the pair of yellow eyes. - I think, yes. Rick taught me. W-why?

[automation-rick]

“I’m doing a Rick cosplay.” His tone was heavy as he sat down on an alley bench, his legs propped outwards as he “sighed”, “I’m going to dress as a formal scientist, maybe one or two anti-federation supporters might help me when we get inside. If not, we make a beeline for the elevator. I can’t risk a fight when my target’s on the roof.”

He pulled out two welders from a pocket in his chest and handed one to the boy, letting his metal hands fall to his left leg afterwards. He began to weld it when he spoke up, “You do my right, we’ll get done twice as fast if I don’t have any visible bullet holes.”

[yogurtmorty]

Okay. The plan was simple. No reason to freak out, and no excuses to fuck things up, right? He took the welder Rick was handing him, trying not to think too much about everything that could possibly go wrong. Then, he kneeled on the ground, took a big breath before turning it on, and began his work. His hands were pretty steady, and even if his welds weren’t as discreet as Rick’s ones, nobody would see them unless they were paying close attention to the robot’s legs. -Does it hurt, Rick? Do y-you even feel it? Despite his sudden question, he didn’t stop fixing the metal under his fingers, as meticulous as he could be in their current situation. He finished a couple minutes after Rick and handed him the tool back. - Now I just have to follow you, r-right?

[automation-rick]

“I turned off surface pain receptors after the warehouse fight, I would be writhing in agony and be on the floor if I didn’t. My inner workings are still ticking, I just feel inactivity in my “skin”, almost like my legs gone cold.“

He puts both welders in his chassis, putting his chest cavity back to one piece. He turned to the wall and opened a portal, turning to the boy once he’s done.

“I’ll fetch a lab coat from my wardrobe to disguise myself in. So, I’ll pop in the portal and come back out. Then, we head into that fancy party, okay?”

[yogurtmorty]

So, Rick was usually able to feel things, uh? Even the simple idea of not being able to feel anything made Morty unease, so he decided it was great that a robot could have sensations. Maybe later, he would ask Rick to explain to him how all of it worked. At the sight of the green vortex, Morty stiffened. What if Rick just hopped in the portal and never returned? He didn’t have any real reason to stay with him after all. But until there, the scientist had been nice to him, so even if the boy couldn’t help but doubt him, he didn’t have any other choice than trust him. - S-sure Rick…

While awkwardly waiting for him, he began to mechanically bite his nails, shooting nervous glance where the portal used to be, a few seconds ago.

[automation-rick]

Rick walked to his metal cabinet and pulled the door open to fetch a lab coat. Putting it on, he buttoned the top half and dusted off the white clothe to appear presentable. 

God, he could barely move his flexible elbows. Clothes weren’t something he enjoyed often, and that was a stretch. Enjoy? Clothing? Not with his receptors on, that made him… “itchy” and he couldn’t scratch his metal skin without ruining his finish.

He portaled back and stretched his arms in mock discomfort, “God, we better find this guy fast, this night is beginning to drag.”

[yogurtmorty]

A quiet sigh of relief escaped from Morty as the portal reopened. It was quite odd to see a Rick looking that uncomfortable in his familiar lab coat. But for a stranger’s eyes, it won’t be noticeable. He nodded at Rick’s words and followed him inside the hotel. 

The place was apparently hosting a reception of some sort, and the reception hall was crowded. The guests were gathering around large tables covered with cocktails and petits fours. Morty had to raise his voice to cover the noise of the conversation as well as the annoying music playing in the background.

- Who exactly are w-we looking for Rick? 

Nobody had seemed to pay much attention to them until now. But suddenly, a hand clasped on Morty’s shoulder as the boy shrieked in surprise. He turned to face a tall, well-dressed alien, visibly drunk. 

- What are you doing here kid?

Morty tried to free himself, but the alien’s grasp only strengthened. 

- I w-was just… 

The boy sent a panicked look to Rick, silently calling for help.

[automation-rick]

Rick hadn’t focused on anyone but the three sneaky anti-federation men covering the elevator, waiting for him and his company to get there and send them up. He noticed some people with lab coats slung over their shoulders or chairs at the bar or near the fancy stage taking glances at him, but he waved through the crowd seamlessly.

Every now and again, someone will stick their hand out to shake his hand for a “job well done” on a “newly debugged AI controlled power plant”. Rick would shake their hands and laugh with a “thank you” while he thought about how long that power plant would last under a AI made from scratch.

Maybe two years if no one sends an actual mechanic down there anytime soon.

Rick and his companion Morty were about halfway into the splitting crowd when he saw the Morty be jerked back. He turned and noted the bulbous pink faced brunet men was drunk and digging his scarred hands into the Morty’s shoulder. That’s not happening.

Rick sidestepped between the two, getting the man’s arm far less room to hold Morty, he placed his metal elbow on top of the man’s more fragile arm, “Sir, please release the assistant, we’re both only looking to get to work on the next floor. No partying.”

[yogurtmorty]

The man shot a cold glance at Rick, and for a second, his grasp on Morty’s shoulder tightened even more, making him grit his teeth in discomfort. The bastard had claws. But the threat of the scientist was clear, so he reluctantly backed up, letting go of the boy with a frustrated groan. Morty hid behind Rick’s back, massaging his painful shoulder.

-Okay, okay, no need to look at me this way, you son of a bitch! He raised his voice on the last part, spitting it at Rick’s face. His scene was catching the attention of the other guests, who were starting to either move away or form a circle around them. One of the two guards standing in the corners of the room was also starting to look suspiciously in their direction. Morty grabbed Rick’s sleeve, tugging timidly at it.

- Rick, please, w-we should probably go…

[automation-rick]

Oh, this shit was done for. Rick was a patient robot, he made his own body with only a laptop and half of an old rusty Robot Rick prototype that had been discarded. He'll spare you knowing how long it took, but it felt like eternity. He had patience, but even eternity passing by hadn't gotten him this angry.

This did, though. 

Suddenly, his sensory were showing a rise in hostility amongst the crowd; the party goers were either frightened by a skirmish or were looking forward to it, causing a suffocating circle with them trapped in it, and the guard robots were tugging at the buddies uniforms to get their attention or groping their weapons as they drew in closer. The anti-federation men he spotted stationed here looked trapped, even with their potentially stored weapons, they must be green.

Rick felt the Morty tug at his lab coat and he turned around to face the scared boy, 'You came here for a reason... You came here for a reason... You came here for a reason..."

He sighed and wiped his face with his sleeve, his face hard and deadly, he said lowly, "You are not leaving here unscathed."

Morty dragged him away back into their path to the elevator, but no one but the unlucky alien could hear him say that.