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{automation-rick} Your R-162i? I've heard stories about you; yes, they were good ones.

“Uh…” Morty stared up at the rather imposing Robot Rick, looking startled and a little scared.

After a moment, Morty snapped back to reality and relaxed, giving the other a wide smile. “Oh! Stories about me? I-I didn’t know people even t-uh,, talked about me. Did you purposely come to find me..?”

@automation-rick

“Yes, I’m… aware of the hypocrisy of many Rick actions nowadays.” He says and hisses more to himself then anyone in disgust, he sighs at his alternate grandson with a calm look, “If it doesn’t bother you, which Morty’s make up your Rick’s team?”

Morty watches Robot Rick for a long moment, unsure if he should talk about his old team. By now, most of them probably were replaced anyway, so with a small sigh, the boy nodded. “It w-was uh,,, was an Orange Shirt Morty, Wrestler Morty, Werewolf Morty, Mutant Flu Morty, and me. There was a few more Mortys in the Day Care b-but I never saw them much…”

“Wait,” Rick says and thinks for a second, “Usually Rick’s don’t - can’t, in fact - take their first Morty’s off their team. Isn’t that, like, a rule or something?”

He didn’t want to delve too deep into this Morty’s past, it wasn’t his to know and/or scrounge around in. But he kinda needed to know right now, just while their on topic.

For a moment, Morty looked almost offended at the suggestion he wasn’t his OWN Rick’s first chipped Morty. He opened his mouth to protest before snapping it shut a second later, his expression changing to one of doubt. Doubt turned to confusion, then to shock, and then finally settled on one of anger and pain. That was right… Rick wouldn’t have been able to get rid of him, but he was able to which meant…

The boy’s head tilted quickly towards the ground, hands covering his face as he mentally kicked himself. “That stupid chip…” He mumbled into his own hands before dropping them away and looking up at Robot Rick with shame. “I guess i-it’s called a ‘manipulator chip’ for a uh,,, reason, huh…?” Was Morty ever with his real Grandpa then? How could he not remember a ‘first’ Morty before him? What else he been remembering wrong or forgetting then???

“Apologizes for your newfound existentialism.” The robot says as he watches the boys ever shifting face land on sorrow, “I did not mean to offend you or your Rick, if you think I have tarnished his name.”

Though he couldn’t really feel sympathy for the Rick. It was a known fact that Rick’s don’t care for other Rick’s, unless they have a beneficiary standing with one another. Rick’s and Morty’s were 50/50 really, it’s almost too hard to guess anything but “okay” to “hell no” from time to time. But, Automation Rick wasn’t one to leave a being distressed for long. Humans perish too soon as it is.

“Have you ever played Pokemon? In that game, your able to trade your partner out if you need to.” He tried to comfort, “I guess it’s a choice? Maybe. I don’t know the laws.”

Morty shrugged weakly as Rick apologized, glancing away before looking back with a raised eyebrow as the other started talking about Pokemon. The boy looked confused as to what the other was trying to get at before quickly realizing this was Robot Rick’s attempt at comforting him.

As soon as Morty realized this fact, the boy fell into a fit of giggles, trying to cover the laughs with his hands but unable to contain most of them. “O-oh god. You’re so b-bad at comforting people. Jeez!” It took a few more seconds before Morty began to calm, giving a wide smile to the taller. “Thank you. You’re uh,,, y-you’re really nice.” The guy was trying. Morty gave him credit for that.

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{automation-rick} Your R-162i? I've heard stories about you; yes, they were good ones.

“Uh…” Morty stared up at the rather imposing Robot Rick, looking startled and a little scared.

After a moment, Morty snapped back to reality and relaxed, giving the other a wide smile. “Oh! Stories about me? I-I didn’t know people even t-uh,, talked about me. Did you purposely come to find me..?”

@automation-rick

“Yes, I’m… aware of the hypocrisy of many Rick actions nowadays.” He says and hisses more to himself then anyone in disgust, he sighs at his alternate grandson with a calm look, “If it doesn’t bother you, which Morty’s make up your Rick’s team?”

Morty watches Robot Rick for a long moment, unsure if he should talk about his old team. By now, most of them probably were replaced anyway, so with a small sigh, the boy nodded. “It w-was uh,,, was an Orange Shirt Morty, Wrestler Morty, Werewolf Morty, Mutant Flu Morty, and me. There was a few more Mortys in the Day Care b-but I never saw them much…”

“Wait,” Rick says and thinks for a second, “Usually Rick’s don’t - can’t, in fact - take their first Morty’s off their team. Isn’t that, like, a rule or something?”

He didn’t want to delve too deep into this Morty’s past, it wasn’t his to know and/or scrounge around in. But he kinda needed to know right now, just while their on topic.

For a moment, Morty looked almost offended at the suggestion he wasn’t his OWN Rick’s first chipped Morty. He opened his mouth to protest before snapping it shut a second later, his expression changing to one of doubt. Doubt turned to confusion, then to shock, and then finally settled on one of anger and pain. That was right… Rick wouldn’t have been able to get rid of him, but he was able to which meant…

The boy’s head tilted quickly towards the ground, hands covering his face as he mentally kicked himself. “That stupid chip…” He mumbled into his own hands before dropping them away and looking up at Robot Rick with shame. “I guess i-it’s called a ‘manipulator chip’ for a uh,,, reason, huh…?” Was Morty ever with his real Grandpa then? How could he not remember a 'first’ Morty before him? What else he been remembering wrong or forgetting then???

{automation-rick} Your R-162i? I've heard stories about you; yes, they were good ones.

“Uh…” Morty stared up at the rather imposing Robot Rick, looking startled and a little scared.

After a moment, Morty snapped back to reality and relaxed, giving the other a wide smile. “Oh! Stories about me? I-I didn’t know people even t-uh,, talked about me. Did you purposely come to find me..?”

@automation-rick

“Yes, I’m… aware of the hypocrisy of many Rick actions nowadays.” He says and hisses more to himself then anyone in disgust, he sighs at his alternate grandson with a calm look, “If it doesn’t bother you, which Morty’s make up your Rick’s team?”

Morty watches Robot Rick for a long moment, unsure if he should talk about his old team. By now, most of them probably were replaced anyway, so with a small sigh, the boy nodded. "It w-was uh,,, was an Orange Shirt Morty, Wrestler Morty, Werewolf Morty, Mutant Flu Morty, and me. There was a few more Mortys in the Day Care b-but I never saw them much..."

{automation-rick} Your R-162i? I've heard stories about you; yes, they were good ones.

“Uh…” Morty stared up at the rather imposing Robot Rick, looking startled and a little scared.

After a moment, Morty snapped back to reality and relaxed, giving the other a wide smile. “Oh! Stories about me? I-I didn’t know people even t-uh,, talked about me. Did you purposely come to find me..?”

@automation-rick

“Yeah, I’ve been around the Citadel for only a while; so no, not really. I saw you around and thought I’d strike up a chat.” He says lowly in his vocalizer, his yellow optics gentle.

The Rick seemed to be making an effort to act gentle towards Morty, and the boy couldn’t help but soften at that. “Oh. Yeah! That’s fine.” Morty seemed interested in the other, always willing to talk to someone new. “It’s just that like- like- uh,, I’m sorry, but I haven’t heard much about you. I don’t know how interesting I’ll be…” A cool Robot probably had more interesting things to do than talk to a single Morty.

“Trust me, anything to keep me at a distance from my Morty while he’s in the mood to meet the Council.” Rick said as he looks to the side and back, “I just hoped to get a break as well, I spent all day helping Rick’s and Morty’s in the infirmary, talking about anything except stitching wounds and blood transfusion would be lovely.”

He looked at the Morty clearly, his small smile making his core hum gently, “And I’m sure anything you say will be worth the time it takes to listen.”

Morty looked surprised at hearing Rick worked in the infirmary, before chuckling a little. He definitely could help distract the other from work. The boy blushed in embarrassment at just how sweet Rick was, flustered that any version of a Rick could be this nice. “Oooh geez wow. Yeah, I’ll- I’m happy to help.”

Looking back up at the other, Morty’s eyes lit up, now extremely interested to be talking with him. “Y-you said you’re Morty wants to talk to the Council? Is everything okay?” For Rick to be avoiding his Morty because of it, something had to be going on.

“The Council is shady, Morty’s who’s Rick’s were killed in the… “Evil Rick” epidemic don’t know much about what politics went down. My Robot Morty was one of them, and he’s never once meet the Council.“ He said with a hum of his voice box, “I intend to keep it that way. But he really wants to meet them.”

He looks around but he lingers elsewhere for too long, eventually making his way back to this Morty, “I’m a Rick of all sciences, and while I don’t like the Council, the Rick’s around the Citadel are mostly fine. Some Medic Rick’s call me in because of my hands and composure on heavy work days.”

Morty nodded as the other spoke, listening quietly. Rick seemed to be very caring, so it seemed only natural he would want to keep his Morty away from the Council. The boy also made a mental note that this Rick isn’t Robot Morty’s original after considering the other’s words. “I’m sorry about your Morty’s Rick… B-but you seem really nice, so I think he’s lucky to have you.” Morty smiled proudly up at the other.

“It’s also uh,, also really nice you help out so much. Maybe you could teach me some medical stuff sometime.” He laughed a little, half joking and half serious. It’s always nice to know basic medical training, but he wouldn’t force Robot Rick into teaching him. The guy seemed busy as it was.

“After what he suffered, I won’t let him again. Yes.” His voice betrayed nothing, but his optics dimmed inconspicuously. Don’t tell him, don’t tell him.

After hearing the Morty out about medicine and seeing his eyes flash with self-doubt, he thought back to his Morty. His Morty was a history kind of guy, he liked Social Studies because of the easiness it retained in remembering, he liked human behavior as well. He’d even started talking about taking psychology. Rick was proud of him and he’d let the boy lead his own life. Seeing this Morty want to change his life with a bit of science…

He looked at the Morty with his eyes lit up with an admiring fire, “I’d be happy to teach you anything you want; your young, you should have a shot to do what you want with your life. And there’s never any cons to learning basic medicine.”

Morty was a little curious as to what Robot Morty had been through, but it wasn’t his place to pry. That was between him and his Rick. Morty was just happy this Rick would keep his Morty from anymore suffering.

The boy looked a bit confused when Robot Rick looked at him with that fire in his eyes, confusion quickly turning to shock and then excitement. Someone was willing to take time out of their day to teach him something? Not only that, but something Morty actually wanted to learn about.

He was always interested in science, but his own Rick had made Morty feel honestly rather stupid when it came to this topic. Rick just always knew more and sometimes he would confuse Morty with complicated theories and put the boy down by calling him an idiot. It’s fair to say Morty has a good amount of self-doubt when it comes to his intelligence now.Though, this Rick was willing to teach him. He seemed to want Morty to learn, and that excited the boy. Medical science always seemed interesting, and in his excitement, Morty began to tear up, wiping at his eyes quickly in embarrassment. “Oh man oh geez… Th-thank you, Rick. That means a lot…”

“No need to cry; my scans are showing high amounts of leucine-enkephalin. And there’s no need to thank me.” Rick said as he watched the Morty rub his eyes, his voice soft, “How do you want to go about your studies, you have your own Rick and school to go to, right?”

He’d gotten the feeling of taking care of Morty’s that were neglected or abused, or just the one’s that had simple insecurities because of their Rick’s. Who’s the one that should be taking psychology? He’d feel happiness when the Morty accepted his offer, he just hoped the boy wouldn’t get in trouble because of him.

Morty sniffled slightly, trying to calm himself. He carefully wiped all evidence of tears from his face and calmed his breathing, shaking his head before replying, “No, I uh,, I don’t have a Rick anymore. I-I haven’t even been back to my dimension in over two years…”

If he went back now, and even if his school did somehow let him back in after his disappearance and his family welcomed his return, Morty would forever fear his Rick finding him. He refused to go back to that life. He would rather continue hiding in the streets than to return to where Rick could easily find him.

“Okay, I can understand that. I’ve seen bad Rick’s, we’ve all been at the butts end of “Evil” Rick jokes and motives.“ It was vague, but he needed it that way. “About your Rick; what did he do to make you leave?“

Morty’s weren’t usually all that bad when it came to the multiverse, usually a thousand Evil Rick’s pop up and maybe half a dozen Evil Morty’s appear from those Rick’s shadows to become an actual problem. But this Morty didn’t look anything like those Morty’s, he looked happy (?) compared to the other Morty’s flat expressions.

For only a second after Robot Rick asked about Morty’s own Rick, the boy gave an expression of fear and hesitation. His hand moved to rub over a few scars on his arm and his eyes widened, brows knitting together in discomfort as Morty slightly shrunk back away from the taller.

“I-uh,, M-my Rick..?” He glanced around aimlessly, searching for something before looking back to Robot Rick and giving a weak, anxious smile. “He- No. I didn’t leave. I-I mean, I did, but not like uh,, like on purpose… I couldn’t leave, you know..? He h-had chipped me so I had to stay with him. He eventually didn’t need me anymore and-and ‘released’ me. He just didn’t want me.”

"A Pocket Morty player?” He could see this Morty’s hesitance to speak directly about what happened in their shared time together, but that wasn’t his information to pry for. “Was your Rick apart of the Morty craze?”

He felt his digits flex into a fist, his servo resting on his knee as he bent down to look at the Morty on his level.

Morty looked to the ground between Rick’s feet, nodding and answering quietly, "Yes… I was his first fi-fighter…” After a moment of silence, his eyes traveled up from the ground to look at Rick.

Seeing the man on his level calmed Morty a little. It was much better than having someone looming over him, especially when he was on the verge of wanting to run. Talking about being a Pocket Morty always put Morty on edge, afraid another Rick would try catching him once he knew he didn’t have his own Grandpa.

"Well, I can’t stand the games.” He scoffed, “Pitting your grandchildren again themselves for sport isn’t my cup of oil. And I’m sorry that had to happen to you.”

He looked around and gave the Morty a small smile after a second, “There actually was a time the games screwed us over. There was this one time my Morty and I were powering down from a long days work and when I awoke, he was gone. He’d been kidnapped for the games when I brought him back. I had to appeal to the Council to get us blacklisted from the gamers portal guns so they couldn’t come and hurt us. I actually have sensors in my workshop that stop them physically if they try to infiltrate my home. Shows them right…”

Morty smiled up at the taller, looking relieved and comforted by the fact that this Rick didn’t participate in the games. He was really beginning to like this Rick. "It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. I-it’s in the past now.”

The boy shrugged before smiling back at Rick. Soon, his expression turned to one of shock hearing the other’s story about his Morty being kidnapped. “O-oh wow. That’s really horrible… But uh,,, I’m glad you were able to find him a-and keep him safe.” He paused a moment, looking thoughtful before carefully continuing, “I-I use to be the caretaker of my team… A few Mortys my Rick uh,,, Rick caught had stories similar to that… Their Ricks never came t-to-to get them, though…” Saddened by that thought, the boy just shrugged, sure that a few of them were probably still fighting alongside his Grandpa even now.