The Perfect Run

• Spring 2018, farm near Firenze, Italy.

An eighteen-years old Ryan Romano kicked the laboratory’s door open, naked as the day he was born. “Braindead!” he shouted, raising a rabbit plushie above his head. “I did it! I did it!”

His ‘roommate’ Alchemo, who had been busy operating on an extracted dog’s brain, raised his head at Ryan. This lanky cyborg had bones made of brass, steel pumps for organs, and glass for veins; his hands ended with syringes. A brain and two green eyes floated in its glass dome of a skull, glaring at the time-traveler.

“Why are you naked, you shameless exhibitionist?” The voice that came out of the cyborg’s speaker was annoyed, but not surprised. “Have you let your base, biological urges run wild yet again?”

“Yes, but no!” Ryan replied happily, waving his new invention at the cybernetic Genius. “I just couldn’t wait to show you the truth!”

The cyborg looked at the beautiful toy without a word. For a moment, the only sound that echoed in the workshop was that of computers. The Genius’s laboratory was a true den of mad science, a chaotic gallery of brains in jars, tubes full of multicolored, chemical substances, and experimental weed strains. The Chronoradio awaited on a table nearby, hooked to an artificial brain and a miniature particle accelerator.

“What is this?” Alchemo finally asked. “A scavenged children’s toy?”

“The test probe!” Ryan replied proudly. “It’s way more imaginative than another rover!”

“And why a lagomorph plushie, exactly?”

“Well, it’s cute. If the dimension is inhabited, it will lull the locals into complacency.”

To prove it, Ryan flipped the back switch, waking up the plushie. Its blue eyes shone with artificial light, and it immediately played a pre-recorded message, “I love you!”

“See?” Ryan asked. “It comes with lasers and is programmed to protect children under the age of thirteen. It’s completely safe.”

“Sometimes I wonder if your neural connections are damaged beyond repair,” Alchemo said, absentmindedly finishing his current surgery. “But it is as you wish.”

Alchemo, or Braindead as Ryan liked to call him, was a Genius with a special focus on neural technology. Brain-machine interfaces, brains in a jar, sensory drugs, if it involved neurons, he could do it. Ryan had known him for over two years, at least from his point of view. They even started a drug cartel together in a previous loop, though that venture ended with Ryan shot by one of his maddened customers.

But it was fun! Maybe Ryan will dedicate this new loop to make their Rampage start-up work this time?

In any case, the time-traveler had dedicated the last decade or so to mastering Genius tech, learning from the best. With enough knowledge, the time-traveler hoped he could find a way to travel further back in time; before he drank his Elixir.

Progress was slow but worthwhile. Alchemo in particular might finally find a way to make the Chronoradio work.

“Romano.”

“Yes?”

“Put something on before the Doll sees you,” the Genius all but ordered his roommate. “You already corrupted her mind enough with your ‘body enhancements.’”

“You’re just jealous of my android design talent.”

“I fail to see the use in mammaries in an asexual gynoid construct,” Alchemo replied icily, completely missing the point. “Anyway, toss that thing into the accelerator. You still will not tell me the purpose of these experiments?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Ryan replied, moving towards the device. The mini particle accelerator took the shape of a small metal tube with a hatch, hooked to the Chronoradio. Ryan quickly opened it and put the plushie inside, like a child in an escape pod.

“We won’t know unless you try,” Alchemo grumbled.

Well, maybe Ryan could? Most of the people he confided in during the early loops didn’t believe him, but Braindead had grown more and more open-minded in the Violet Genome’s company. “How about I tell you if the experiment is a success?” the courier asked, before remembering something important. “Also, you should stop abusing that metaboost drug you designed. The side effects will catch up to you.”

“How do you kno—were you looking into my stash? You thief, I should have you expelled from my property!”

“Sure, sure,” Ryan replied, knowing the cranky genius’s bark was worse than his bite. “Alright, so the particle accelerator should send the plushie to that alternate dimension I told you about. It is equipped with a camera and the best artificial intelligence hardware I could find.”

“Knowing you, that’s not saying much.”

Ryan eventually put on a red shawl around his waist, though only because Braindead refused to activate the machine unless he covered his most powerful weapon. Once they were ready, Alchemo transformed his fingers from syringes to USB keys and hooked himself to a computer. The particle accelerator made a terrible sound as it activated, like the roar of a living engine.

“So far so good,” Braindead said, processing data directly into his brain. “Energy readings are stable.”

“Did it teleport?” Ryan asked, hands clenched in excitement.

“I wouldn’t say it teleports, but it coexists in two dimensions so long as the accelerator is active,” Braindead replied with what could pass for a shrug. “Are you sure you want that device hooked to a car’s engine? Seems like a waste of promising technology.”

do the same. Ryan could settle for an alternate Earth where his family and Len were both still alive. “Have you watched Back

watch movies, I

if he should enter the market considering his wealth of experience, though two-thirds of his

expected to find the plushie missing, but instead, a brief, violet

subsided, his creation looked up at its maker with its big,

asked, the plushie raising its ears as if it was a living being, instead of a

started hearing sound coming

I touch that dirty thing, except with a stick?” Alchemo replied, disengaging from the computer to observe this furry wonder of engineering. “Perhaps the energy blast fried the

Genius, its

even

ZAP!

had the time to cover

rabbit’s eyes shone with malice, the hidden lasers within having activated on

that’s the fifth time!” Ryan complained, looking at Alchemo’s remains.

plushie clearly didn’t think it did anything wrong. “Let’s go

a failure. “Now

sigh, the courier casually headbutted the nearest jar and used a glass shard to

up a few minutes

the time-traveler, orienting its ears at him instead of

now instead of the day before? He hadn’t created a new save point since yesterday night! Did… did the experiment

moving towards the accelerator to look at death once more.

turned red

to activate the switch on its back and save the Genius, but the plushie hopped out of the particle accelerator and onto a nearby table. Alien voices echoed through

Alchemo asked. “Also, you have a weird

self-defense only!” Ryan replied, wondering if he should just use a

life of him. The time-traveler didn’t program the plushie to react like this! Had the accelerator damaged the hardware inside? It

to a rabbit anymore. The shape didn’t fit

news, the particle accelerator

had worked in reverse, bringing something in instead of sending

is all

workshop as its door slowly widened, and a redheaded, green-eyed woman walked in. While she looked normal at first glance, with a lovely heart-shaped face, one only had to give a cursory glance at her arms to realize her true nature: that of

to have created her to assist him in his work, Quicksave was sure the Genius actually wanted human company. Brainy might have let go of his physical

a featureless body, and called it quits. It had fallen to Ryan

even gave

switchblade arm behind its back and changing its eyes from

to you, mayhaps,” Alchemo mused, none the wiser. “Methinks you cannot control your

the plushie, immediately joining her hands together. “It is so adorable… what are you

slowly revealed

of a switchblade, it

you!” it said

gush, as she took the flower. Wait, Ryan thought, where did it find a rose in this lifeless dump? “Thank you,” Doll

the rabbit,” Ryan pleaded. “You don’t know where

rabbit on her shoulder like a child, and the tiny monster didn’t resist. She looked at Alchemo, who had observed the scene with

a grunt, uncaring. “Do

of my stuff

from my medicine stash, and

shoulders,

what was bound to happen,

A containment breach.

anything though; he just wanted to monologue.

to lull Tea into a false sense of safety, and then immediately ran away when she wasn’t

the corpses, strung to trees with their own

‘ropes’ had been crudely designed, collapsing under the weight of their owner. The newest ones were thicker, stronger, more complex. “Though it appears to focus its

had also crossed paths with animals like wild dogs and hares during the search, yet none had

it found humans to be the most dangerous game of all, or something about homo sapiens

didn’t have to look too hard; he had heard the voices when he approached

tied up on a bed of broken wood right in front of her barn. The plushie had shoved an apple down her throat, like a pig ready

struggle with lighting a match with its associated box, while its

shouted, raising his rifle at

rabbit looked back at the

do it,” Ryan warned, keeping the rifle aimed at the creature’s head. In response, the plushie dangled the match over the woodpile, seemingly entertained by

“Mom?”