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.”

the Plymouth Fury to do the same. Ryan could settle for an alternate Earth where his family and Len were both still alive. “Have

don’t watch movies, I

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

accelerator lessened and finally subsided completely. Ryan expected to find the plushie missing, but instead, a brief, violet flash suddenly erupted from the accelerator the second he opened

maker with its big,

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

The time-traveler started hearing

that dirty thing, except with a stick?” Alchemo replied, disengaging from the

the Genius,

it could even make

ZAP!

through it, vaporizing the brain inside. Ryan barely had the time to cover

shone with malice, the hidden lasers within having

fifth time!” Ryan complained, looking at Alchemo’s

think it did anything wrong. “Let’s go

failure. “Now I have to reload

jar and used a glass shard to slice

few minutes

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

day before? He hadn’t created a new save point since yesterday night! Did… did the experiment force him to save on

the accelerator to

eyes turned red

of the particle accelerator and onto a nearby table. Alien voices echoed through the room, as the rabbit’s left hand revealed a hidden blade, which

“Also, you have a

if he should just use a time-stop and be done

plushie to react like this!

belong to a rabbit anymore. The shape didn’t fit any creature of this world, but that of a monster with tentacles, appendages, and impossible geometry defying

the particle accelerator

in reverse, bringing something in instead

is all this

normal at first glance, with a lovely heart-shaped face, one only had to give a cursory glance at her

to pass the Turing test. Though he pretended to have created her to assist him in his work, Quicksave was

it quits. It had fallen to Ryan to make her body truly humanlike, in all

gave

hiding its switchblade arm behind its back and changing its eyes

none the wiser. “Methinks

immediately joining her hands together. “It is so adorable… what are you hiding behind your

slowly revealed

a switchblade,

you!” it

the flower. Wait, Ryan thought, where did it find a rose in this lifeless dump? “Thank you,” Doll said, petting

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

the rabbit on her shoulder like a child, and the tiny monster didn’t resist. She

a grunt, uncaring.

wait, you can’t dispose of my stuff

stealing from my medicine stash,

over Doll’s shoulders, its eyes turning from

was bound

A containment breach.

rifle in hand. He didn’t record anything though; he just wanted to monologue. “My hunt for the plushie continues. The beast has eluded capture so far,

a false sense of safety, and then immediately ran away when she wasn’t looking. Ryan had

to follow the corpses, strung to trees

weight of their owner. The newest ones were thicker, stronger,

crossed paths with animals like wild dogs and hares during the search, yet none had perished at the plushie’s

game of all, or something about homo sapiens infuriated the creature on an

didn’t have to look

her barn. The plushie had shoved an apple down her throat, like a pig ready for roasting. The responsible party stood next to

seemed to struggle with lighting a match with its associated box, while its captive looked at Ryan

rabbit!” Ryan shouted, raising his rifle at the monster he had created. “Drop

rabbit looked back at the time-traveler and finally

the match over the woodpile, seemingly

“Mom?”