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.”

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

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

immediately turned in his direction. “You can

my brain hurts when I speak.” Mongrel held his head in his hand. “I think my grey matter slowly fills

like I’m waking up from a long nightmare,” Acid Rain said, smiling at Ryan. “Thanks for helping. I… I’m truly

current treatment won’t last forever, from what

developed a tolerance to chemical products much quicker than normal

right. “We have the tools to figure out a permanent solution,” he

on this,” Mongrel said. “I don’t wanna go

five knockoffs,” Sarin pointed out, unsympathetic to his plight. “You were already barely better than a dog when Adam found you

other Genomes, but I couldn’t get my power to work. So I figured, hey, there’s gotta be faulty Elixirs lying around,

guessed how it went, a shiver down his spine. “You drank a knockoff since

itself, it did nothing. Much like how Casper the ghost only transformed post-mortem, some powers

Mongrel confirmed with a 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

to be sure, you aren’t going to stab us in the back either?” Mosquito asked Acid Rain.

her eyes betraying her horror. “I… that wasn’t me. I… I

sounded sincere, so Ryan gave her the benefit of the doubt. “Something has been bugging me,” the courier said, seizing the opportunity to interrogate her. “In your insane state, you kept rambling about how I barred the gates,

uncomfortable at reliving her days as a madwoman. “Well, I don’t remember everything. It’s all a haze. But… I think it’s because of the portal

portal?” Ryan frowned behind his

from the outside, but

why their powers could sense the other activating. They both shared

not sure if it’s talking to me, or something else, but… I hear people speaking. When I look at you in this state, I can see a pathway I can’t access. A pathway that you close. If that makes

open a gate to the Purple World in the past, but only with my power

time with that place. I know you could. It’s… all of space and time, it all

with happiness, he was careful enough not to reveal the truth. Especially not now, when things were finally

my family because of a… because of a mistake,” Helen said, joining her fingers and looking down. “That’s why I looked for a

drank a Violet Elixir, in spite of

face turning ghastly, her fingers shaking. “I found one, but… I thought I could give it to

of a traumatized victim having

go back, I… I should do it myself. So he… opened the bottle and...” Her voice died down

he listened to her tale, and suddenly realized that Hannifat Lecter’s obsession with force-feeding

It was a habit.

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

World, according to Darkling, the Ultimate

sorry for Acid Rain, of all people. She

could ask the Augusti?” Mosquito suggested. Did he rediscover an ember of humanity? “I heard Mercury could raise the dead, and

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

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

she sent an 8-ball

Acid Rain’s feet. “Hey, blondie,” the toaster greeted Helen, as it put

in absolute confusion, and then at Ryan. “Is this

I’ve got butter,” Toasty said seductively. His game was atrocious, but then

you don’t have arms?” Ryan pointed out the

enough chicks vying for you already, leave some for us,” Toasty replied. “When are you putting

“Tomorrow, my friend. Tomorrow.”

had destroyed robots

had never

his devilish plan, Ryan moved to

set up a modest Genius workshop in one of the underground chambers close to the holographic dome. Ryan had disabled the cameras and microphones

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 planet Earth, with half a dozen glowing red points around Eurasia. Perhaps they indicated Mechron’s remaining facilities. Ryan would have

told Len, upon finding her working on the brain-copying machine.

circles around Len’s eyes, but not today. She looked as well-rested as Ryan himself, and her cheeks

feel good. Alchemo gave me pills, and they work much

wanted to. If the courier learned how to reproduce his

on the machine?” Ryan asked, looking at this device with reverence. It had saved him from centuries of loneliness. “Now we proved it works and Psyshock won’t follow us

since this loop would probably end with another

I looked at Sarah, and how she had never seen my

workbench. “Now we can bring more people into the loop. I have an arrogant young

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

and send you back each time in an unbroken chain. If it breaks once, you’ll

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