Lately, Rick had been sending Morty to dimensions that were barely connected to them, so Morty couldn't care less about the aliens he might kill on accident when destroying buildings.
However, he always felt strange when he was sent to Earth. He'd feel horrible if, in one of those explosions, he'd accidentally kill a member of his family. Even if it was his sister from an alternate timeline, he'd still cry and mourn her death. It would be a trauma that would always haunt him.
And then, there were other kinds of people. Politicians, lawyers, teachers, couples holding hands as they share a happy day. Old people taking walks in the park.
And Morty, he didn't give a crap about them. He didn't lack a heart, just half of it. But he didn't feel even the slightest glimpse of guilt when the explosions involved more than a specific group of people.
He also had a sick habit of watching the buildings he destroyed from a distance, happily, sometimes even humming a song before he hopped into a portal to his own dimension.
He gulped as he walked through the streets, bumping into many kinds of people. He was about to blow up two banks and a government building. He had a device on his pocket where he just needed to type in a code to make one of them go boom. Which means he had, in total, three codes to type.
It was a sunny day, perfect for spending the day with the family. Maybe at a shopping mall or having an ice cream. That kind of crap. He hoped his alternate timeline family would stay at home.
Morty walked towards a hallway, his mind lost in thoughts and he could hear Rick in the walkie talkie in his pocket, telling him to type the god damn codes already.
