The Perfect Run

For the first time in centuries, Ryan woke up at peace with himself.

Certainly, he had had good mornings in the past. Waking up next to Jasmine would remain one of his most cherished memories. But nothing could compare to this beautiful moment. His body was numb from the endorphins; the tension in his muscles had long vanished. He could have stayed in his bed all day, smiling at the ceiling.

Ryan Romano was happy.

It took a herculean effort of will to rise up and put on his presidential costume, for he still had work to do. As he dressed, the courier glanced at the hole a robot made in his bowler hat. One loop ago, the cruel sight would have triggered an epic, city-destroying rampage.

But not today.

Ryan emerged from his room smiling behind his mask, and found Frank keeping watch in front of the doors. The giant immediately welcomed him with a military salute. “Good morning, Mr. President. Nothing to report.”

Ryan smiled at the poor, deluded creature, his heart full of warmth and compassion. “Agent Frank,” he said while putting a hand on the man’s back, though he had to stand on his toes. “You are the greatest hero this nation’s ever had. You are everything an American citizen should be.”

His kind words shook the titan to the core. Frank would have cried, if he wasn’t made of metal. “Thank you, Mr. President. Everything I do is to honor my father. He died from a KFC overdose while hanging Nazis with a lasso.”

“A most American way to die. He would be so proud of you, son.”

Though Ryan would have to make sure Frank and Len never ended up in the same room. He had the intuition it would backfire.

Leaving his favorite guard to his watch, Ryan moved into the recreational area while whistling to himself. He didn’t care about the hanged gremlins dangling from the ceiling, or how Rakshasa struggled to clean up a blood puddle on the floor.

Everything just felt… right.

“Oh, you’re awake, boss?” Ryan glanced at the speaker, noticing Sarin playing pool with Mosquito. The bugman had bandages all over his shoulders and wings. “We’ve got a problem. The rabbits kept pestering the kids to play outside, and they moved into the Junkyard after killing all the gremlins.”

“They flogged me when I tried to stop them,” Mosquito complained, pointing at the bandages. “They flogged me.”

“That too.”

“It’s okay,” Ryan replied calmly. If the plushies didn’t destroy the world today, it would be something else, like an asteroid or a plague. No biggie.

Hazmat Girl didn’t look convinced. “Didn’t you stress that your rabbits shouldn’t go outside under any circumsta—”

“My dear lovely Sarin.” Ryan put his hands on his VP’s shoulders. “Everything is going to be fine. I promise you, darling.”

“Are you high?” she asked while abandoning her cue, sounding disgusted with her superior. “I know we have a juice production facility, but… what’s the saying…”

“Don’t get high on your own product. I know, I ran a drug cartel.” Which turned out great! “Sarin, I have something to say. You’re not the best sidekick I had, that would be the but I like you. I like you very much.”

Sarin pushed Ryan back and raised a vibrating fist in his direction. He had opened his heart to her, and that was how she reacted? “Okay, what’s wrong with you? You’re weirder than usual.”

“I feel like being nice today,” Ryan said, letting out a sigh of pure bliss. “No cruel joke, no sarcasm, no mean remarks. Just pure kindness.”

“Well get back to normal, you’re creeping the shit out of me.”

“I prefer him this way,” Mosquito said, immediately trying to exploit the situation. “Does that mean we get free juice today, since you’re in a good mood?”

“Of course, dear leech,” Ryan said, the bugman loudly rejoicing. “Enjoy your day off, my friends. For tomorrow, we’ll go to war.”

Manada’s ultimatum expired the day after, and while Ryan had a plan to get rid of him, it would involve a clash with Il Migliore. Perhaps even the Carnival, if the two groups already made contact during this loop.

Now that the president had secured his white house and electoral base, he would take the city by storm.

The elevator to the lower levels opened before Ryan could explain his plan to his trusty minions. Mongrel stepped out first, followed by a blonde woman with bloodshot eyes. She kept her head down and avoided others’ gazes, as if afraid of overstepping.

It took Ryan a split second to recognize Acid Rain.

Her behavior, her posture, the way she moved… everything but her appearance had changed. She gave off an entirely different vibe than the murderous madwoman the courier had grown used to. Her posture screamed meek.

“Rain?” Mosquito asked, probably expecting the violent maniac to flip out and murder them. “Rain, is that you?”

“I’m, uh… I’m Helen.” Even her voice wasn’t the same, now that she didn’t scream all the time. “That’s my real name. Helen.”

“Who let you out?” Sarin asked, pointing her hands at her.

“The Doc. He said I… that the treatment worked.” Acid Rain scratched the back of her head as everyone looked at her in shock, before smiling sheepishly at Ryan. “Sorry I tried to kill you before. I… I wasn’t thinking straight.”

and Sarin lowered her gauntlets. “I’m just happy you still have all

worked on me too,” Mongrel spoke, his voice surprising in

head immediately turned in

speak.” Mongrel held his head in his hand. “I

up from a long nightmare,” Acid Rain said, smiling

treatment won’t last forever, from what I gathered,” Mongrel complained with a groan.

chemical products much quicker than normal humans. Eventually, their mutations would adapt to Alchemo’s treatment, and the

was the worst-case scenario, and Ryan knew he would make it right. “We have the tools to figure out a permanent solution,” he said, glancing at Mongrel. “I have the feeling we’ll

Mongrel said. “I don’t wanna go back to eating rats, ya dig? Never

like, five knockoffs,” Sarin pointed out, unsympathetic to his plight. “You were already

ruins, but it didn’t do anything. I read White Genomes affected other Genomes, but I couldn’t get my power to work. So I figured, hey, there’s gotta be faulty Elixirs lying around, and I drew the short end of the stick. I

how it went, a shiver down his spine. “You drank a knockoff since you believed yourself powerless, and you turned

how Casper the ghost

nod. “I swear, if you find a cure, I’m never touching an Elixir for the rest of my life. Years as a maddened animal scared me

us in the back either?”

her eyes betraying her horror. “I…

of the doubt. “Something has been bugging me,” the courier said, seizing the opportunity to interrogate her.

crossed her arms, uncomfortable at reliving her days as a madwoman. “Well, I don’t remember everything. It’s

Ryan frowned behind his

my raindrops it’s… it’s not instantaneous. It looks like it from the outside, but from my point of view… everything goes purple, and I move from one spot to

Purple World when you teleport, using it as a shortcut through space.” It explained why their

in this place, I… see a weird pyramid thing above us, watching.” Helen took a deep breath. “I hear voices too. I’m not sure if it’s talking to me, or something else, but… I hear people speaking. When I

“Thing is, I have been able to open a

“You could… you could go back in time with that place. I know you could. It’s… all of space and

and though he beamed with happiness, he was careful

I’ve lost my family because of a… because of a mistake,” Helen said, joining her fingers and looking

Violet Elixir, in spite

“I found one, but… I thought I could give it to

him of a traumatized victim having

really wanted to go back, I… I should do it myself. So he… opened the bottle and...” Her voice died down her throat, her breathing

shivered as he listened to her tale, and suddenly realized that Hannifat Lecter’s obsession with force-feeding him an Elixir wasn’t a one-time

It was a habit.

murderous bastard shattered people into broken shells of their former selves, until they had no other option but to

access the Purple World, according to

Rain, of all people. She gathered her breath, and

rediscover an ember of humanity? “I heard Mercury could raise the dead,

them as mindless zombies, you stupid jackass,” Sarin said, before returning to the pool game. She wasn’t one for emotional moments. “Anyone else wanna play? I’m on

gremlins dangling from the ceiling. “Also, why are there dead hanged animals

as she

and immediately rushing at Acid Rain’s feet. “Hey, blondie,” the toaster greeted Helen, as it put on the charm. “Do you want

at the toaster in absolute confusion, and then at Ryan. “Is this a prank?”

bread raw, I’ve got butter,” Toasty said seductively. His game was

don’t have arms?” Ryan pointed out

Toasty replied. “When are you putting me

“Tomorrow, my friend. Tomorrow.”

destroyed robots and mechs

she had never fought

his devilish plan, Ryan moved

had disabled the cameras and microphones for privacy, which Alchemo took as a sign he

the courier could trust the screens on the walls and the information banks they showed, the room used to be an archive of some sort. A holographic projector at the chamber’s center showed a map of

Shortie,” he told Len, upon finding her working on the brain-copying machine. She had repurposed a desk into an improvised workbench. “You

eyes, but not today.

with a warm, kind smile. “Yes, I… I feel good. Alchemo gave me pills, and they work much better than my previous antidepressants. I can think

admit the Genius could do a great deal of good when he wanted to. If the courier learned how to reproduce his miracle

saved him from centuries of loneliness. “Now we proved it works and Psyshock won’t follow us again, we can finally make long-term plans

this loop would

looked at Sarah, and how she had never seen my sanctuary, I… I understood how you felt. People forgetting you over, and over

more people into the loop.

problem, Riri,” Len said, biting her lower lip. “The machine can only send one brain map back in

said, quickly understanding the method’s limits. “And we’ll need to rebuild the machine and send you back each time in an

we have a place where we can store the memories,” Len confirmed with