The Perfect Run

Once upon a time, Ryan and Jasmine had sat around a workshop and planned to make an armor capable of destroying Dynamis’ HQ.

That promise was now fulfilled.

“You have two hidden switchblades below the arms and laser turrets in the gauntlets,” Vulcan explained, as she helped Ryan put the power armor on. Darkling slithered in the background, waiting for the experiment to begin. “Since you intend to force your way inside the HQ, I added a nuclear-powered chest blaster.”

“The Chernobyl?” Ryan asked with enthusiasm, as his Genius sidekick reinforced the armor’s joints with a screwdriver.

“Yep. If the blast doesn’t kill them, cancer will,” Vulcan replied with a grin, as she grabbed the armor’s helmet. “What?”

He had heard it all before. “I want rocket launchers too.”

“No,” she said immediately.

“Aw, come on…”

“You sound like a child, and there isn’t enough space to fit more weapons. Also, the blast might throw you backwards if you aren’t anchored on the ground.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Ryan replied, already imagining ways of abusing that feature. “Vulcan?”

“Yes, that’s my name.”

“Why the rabbit ears?” Ryan asked, pointed an armored finger at the helmet.

Using a design improved across multiple loops, Vulcan’s power armor was a technological marvel. An exoskeleton of lightweight, flexible alloy, it espoused Ryan’s form like a second skin. Its bright purple color made it impossible to ignore, just as the courier liked it. Its servos enhanced the wearer’s strength, yet the armor remained light enough not to impair his mobility. A reinforced backpack contained a miniature version of the Chronoradio, artificial brain included, which should allow the courier to transfer a mind across time. Unfortunately, even while working with Alchemo, Shortie hadn’t found a way to bring more than one person yet.

However, the armor’s strangest part was undoubtedly the helmet. Two long antennae rose from it, which combined with the orange lenses, made the helmet look like a robotic rabbit’s head. Ryan knew he had something of a hare theme going on, but this was too much. Too much.

“The antennae streamline your connection to the dimension which your power draws Violet Flux from,” Vulcan said with a shrug, as she put the helmet on Ryan’s head. “The armor’s artificial brain will gather data to help you better understand your power.”

Ryan glanced at the room around them, the bunker’s miniature particle collider. A chilling frost filled this conical chamber, the walls covered in weblike, biomechanical strands. Silver fluid flowed through them, and they hummed like a living entity’s veins; only a single blast door allowed someone to enter this facility.

Mechron’s technology had transcended flesh and metal to become something greater than both.

This was the place where the bunker’s AI summoned Darkling once. Perhaps the Alchemist had one such room in Antarctica, and used it to bring the Elixirs to the realm of men. Ryan really needed to dedicate a loop to locate and check up on that snowy base.

He had the feeling he would find many answers there.

Data appeared on the helmet’s lens after the courier put it on, the scene reminding him of that fateful loop where he accessed the Purple World. However, his current armor was a cut above the prototype. It included technology from various Geniuses, and components impossible to reproduce without Mechron’s matter replicator.

Ryan would have to conquer the bunker again to make a new suit. Something easier to say than do.

“Now we have to find a name for it,” the courier said. Ryan was sorely tempted to rename himself Plushie Master, but that might infuriate their long-eared overlords. “The Rabbinator?”

“That name sucks.”

“White Rabbit?”

“It’s not white, and you’re terrible at names,” Vulcan said, putting her hands on her waist as she found a name of her own. “How about… the Saturn Armor?”

“I thought the Augusti had exclusivity over Roman gods’ names?”

“I am an Olympian, you moron, and I say Saturn. Maybe you could even kick Augustus’ ass with it. Wouldn’t that be great?”

“You know Jupiter defeated Saturn, right?” Then again, Ryan was all about repeating lost battles until he won them. “How about Chronos instead?”

“This armor is my baby, so I name it. I name it Saturn.” She gave him a tap on the back of his head. “So, you’ll try the particle accelerator, and afterward it’s raiding time?”

“Yeah.” Livia had returned to her father, partly to make sure he wouldn’t get involved, and mostly so she would record the brain maps in a safe place. Ryan couldn’t afford to put her on the frontlines, since he needed her alive to transfer her mind across time.

Len took care of the children, using bathyspheres to send them away before things turned very messy. Alchemo had made a copy of his daughter’s mind, though he didn’t tell her why, and currently struggled to do the same with Sarin. The Genius theorized her memories were encoded in her molecular structure rather than neurons, and so made a record of it; Ryan needed to figure out a specialized solution for Sarin’s unique biology.

“You want to come?” Ryan asked Vulcan, almost eager.

“You bet I will,” she said with a grin. “Even if the bitch left them, I’ve got a bone to pick with the corpos.”

“It is time…” Darkling’s eerie voice caused Vulcan’s head to snap in his direction. “Open… the gate…”

“Damn it, I’m never getting used to it,” the Genius said, examining the Black Elixir. “I would love to study you in-depth.”

“I have been… studied... far longer than you can imagine…” the shoggoth replied, a hint of frustration in its voice. If it remembered all of Ryan’s loops, then he probably spent years trapped in a bottle. Perhaps even decades. “I have waited… long enough.”

with a shrug, before exiting the room through the blast door and leaving the

the Black Elixir

me in the room,” the courier said. “The portal worked fine without me when Mechron’s

to stabilize...” The alien entity seemed to struggle to find the right words in the human language. “You are connected… to the Purple World… the crossroad of all space and

at his armored hands. “All of space and time,

are illusions. All

helpful. Vulcan’s voice echoed in the particle accelerator. “Ready to break the laws of

them

silver fluid pulsating with electricity. The walls rotated around Ryan and Darkling, faster and faster, until they

Ryan’s armor, or hit Darkling’s viscous surface. The electricity changed coloration in a strange pattern, from red

Flux.

surging in all directions, the bolts concentrated on a single point at the center of the room, building up into a sphere. A dark spot no bigger than a thumb, a

small…” Darkling’s many eyes focusing on the sphere with

do that?” Ryan asked, having a hard time hearing the giant slime over the sound of

the key…

of scientific curiosity, took it in his palms. His fingers trembled as he did so,

armored hands touched the sphere, his whole body shuddered, the Elixir in his veins reacting to the eldritch power. His thumbs dug into the black

a crawl. His armor kept providing data even as the universe turned purple and violet particles floated all around him. Black

the strain of Ryan’s power, and his hold on the portal became firmer. The courier extended his arms, and the gate widened. The sphere slowly grew from a tennis ball’s size, to that

taking the shape of a humanoid specter racing at him. Though the phantom seemed to run towards the

timeline. Always trying to catch up to the present. The armor enhanced his

phantom caught up to Ryan, he

its voice brimming with an

a final push, Ryan opened

itself. Colored streams of light formed a halo at its edge, like a black hole’s event horizon; a

that seemed to stretch on forever. The portal’s energies interfered with his power, preventing his other self from

it drew him in like

Geist and Bacchus both got a glimpse of higher dimensions, and yearned to contact them again; just as Mechron had grown obsessed with creating a portal towards his power's source, according to the bunker’s files. The courier never understood

each colored dimension, and

“Follow me.”

Darkling, who impatiently slithered towards the portal. The time anomaly didn’t affect it in the

Black Ultimate One will free your spirit... from this flesh-shaped shell. Your mind shall no longer

purple phantom, getting closer by the second. “I will

the Black World… nothing is forbidden. You could see her

Jasmine?

have existed yet never did. An impossibility that defied all laws of time and space. A woman who could

himself. He had hope for the first time in centuries, and he needed to save New Rome from annihilation. He had made too many promises he

out

a

back at the abyss, and the impenetrable darkness beyond it.

a man beckoned from the other side. “One day, you will realize the boulder isn’t your enemy. It’s

a fateful conversation

wasn’t Simon. It was just an echo stirred up

yet, this dimension existed beyond time and space. Could something other than an echo remain on

Darkling whispered. “You can make

ride too?” Felix’s voice. “When you turn back time, Ryan, I’ll forget that. I’ll be angry and bitter at her, all over again. Her death will mean

whom things went right, or some of the countless men and women he left in his dust. People he had loved and hated, known and remembered. Friends and

sweetly. Something on the other side called him, begged him to leave that painful reality behind

But…

he made, all the people who trusted him. There were fewer

black and the purple pulled him in a different direction, and

sinking its claws into the courier’s

disappear… promise

followed Darkling into

of Earth’s dimension vanished, replaced with an absolute, chilling

had gained a life of their own; an ouroboros devouring its own tail, never running out of mass;

the one at the center of the Milky Way look like a speck of dust.

The Black Ultimate One.

attempt to mimic an

that of a slime to… something else. Something that gave Ryan a headache when he looked at it. A sphere with triangular ends and recursive eyes, prismatic wings,

hands seemed to flicker in and out of existence, turning into eldritch darkness one moment, and back to normal

courier was a creature of physical laws, of molecules and organs. This place had no logic, no rules to constrain him. The Saturn armor maintained his form for now, a shell protecting his essence, but the blackness would consume it. Ryan would lose his physical

Something free.

“Don’t go, Ryan.”

was the courier’s

of space. A figure of violet light had stopped running, and