Twin felt numb. He remembered that he was given all sorts of medication to keep him alert but docile before blacking out.
He woke up in a blinding haze of white light. Scanning his surroundings, he found himself in a wheelchair covered in a blanket sitting in an eerily sterile room.
Other Ricks were all around him in white robes and name tags. Some were huddled over a game of scrabble, others blankly listened to the radio that wasnt turned on.
One stared stoicly out the window looking to the gate of the asylum, silent and calm.
Twin noticed though, a nurse Rick that sat in the middle of the room. Eyes glaring at him with cold intent.
“Ugh. Excuse me? Nurse, there’s been a mistake. I’m not supposed to be here.” he began.
The nurse stood up and marched over reaching for something in their pocket.
“Don’t you start Rickette. We’ve been warned about you. Special orders were given on just how to deal with you.”
Twin sat up. “What? No I’m not Rickette. This is a misunder…” He couldn’t move.
The blanket rolled down to reveal a magnetic brace held his arms, legs and waist to the chair.
“Ya know, I had a good friend once. He was a cop.” the nurse continued, pulling a charged baton to Twin’s neck, “They say he was electrocuted and choked to death. Singe marks all around his collar they said.”
The nurse spun hIs wheelchair around and began pushing Twin quickly down the hallway. They entered a dark room with a large silhouette sitting in front of the quarter drawn blinds of the office window.
“Thank you nurse, that will be all.” came a deep southern accent from the figure.
Locking his wheels into place, the nurse left the room.
Twin’s eyes adjusted to the contrasting darkness.
The figure was a Rick, though the resemance was verg weak. His blue hair was greyer than normal and he was scarred all across his face. Eyes were hazy and whitened with blindness and half of his mouth was disfigured into a permanent scowl.
Taking a sip of whiskey, the Rick spoke.
“Well fate has certainly drawn me a lucky hand this round. We meet again Rickette.”
“What? I’m not Rickette” Twin began, “you have the wrong…”
“DON’T YOU DARE RICKETTE.”, the Rick yelled, “I’ll NEVER FORGET THE DAY YOU BURNED MY LAST INSTITUTION TO THE GROUND AND LET ALL OF MY PATIENTS ESCAPE!”
A gnarled hand dramatically slammed into the desk.
“We drew your blood and it was a 100% match to public records. I know it’s you Rickette or my name isn’t Richard Sanchesmith! ”
Twin sat up in his chair. “Firstly, rude. Secondly, duh. I’m her twin you poncy old salty quack!”
CRASH
The whiskey glass was thrown, aimed for Twin’s head. Fortunately the thrower’s blindness led the glass into the wall adjacent.
It was clear that whatever beef he had with his sister’s surely~just~an~innocent~prank was getting between logical reason. He needed a way out of here fast.
A shadow slowly crept up between the blinds and hovered outside the window. It was Twin’s B~Bot from yesterday that he deployed. It must have tailed him and waited all night for his next input.
The battery must be near dead so it probably didn’t have enough power to break him loose.
Pinching his fingers together, he signalled for it to go home and bring some U~Bots over. It should have just enough juice to make it back.
Nodding in compliance, the weary bot flew off towards the apartment. Unforetunatly, it didn’t calculate the trajectory and smashed through Twin’s window and crashed into the floor. With it’s dying blips, the messenger relayed the data to the idle Utility Ball Bots and began to power them up.
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