The Perfect Run

“I don’t know,” Alchemo said.

Ryan Romano slouched on his chair, the Saturn Armor’s sheer weight making it creak. Vulcan sat at his side, checking a portable computer with a frown on her face. “Well, can you give me more details, oh great keeper of knowledge?”

The cabin’s metal walls thrummed like a great beast’s bowels, as Alchemo transferred data to the Saturn Armor’s computer. Ryan watched a copy of his bioscan appear on his helmet’s lens, his organs and bones as violet as a plum.

He looked in perfect health, even after engaging in a worrying amount of euphoric substances.

“As far as the scanners are concerned, you are an average monocolor Violet Genome, with no genetic anomalies whatsoever,” Alchemo said. “You can only blame yourself for your eccentricity.”

So Ryan wasn’t a Psycho, or at least not a conventional one. The courier considered it good news. “Then how do you explain the chic jet black particles surrounding my body in the frozen time?”

“I know that I do not know,” Alchemo replied with a sarcastic tone.

“Don’t bring Socrates into this.”

“Whenever I develop a theory on powers and Elixirs, meatbag, you invalidate it!” The Genius complained. “I give up!”

“The armor’s scanners record these Black Flux particles, but I don’t know what to make of the readings,” Vulcan admitted, a cute frown of frustration on her face. “They keep changing.”

“So these particles follow quantum superposition?” Ryan asked. “The results change depending on the observation method?”

“No, the data keeps changing after being recorded.”

Vulcan turned her laptop in Ryan’s direction, allowing him to see the screen. Lines of codes and words shifted before his eyes, from binaries to trinaries, from numbers to letters and stranger symbols.

“This substance actively refuses to be categorized, and passively alters reality when I insist.” Vulcan ground her teeth in annoyance. “Either that, or you gained a second power that falsifies my data.”

“A Blue power then,” Alchemo said, jumping to the easy conclusion.

“I’m not yet colorblind, Braindead,” Ryan said. “I can tell black from blue.”

“None of this makes sense,” the cyborg complained, having grown angrier by the minute since they left the bunker. Perhaps the stress was getting to him? Ryan knew from experience that the Genius didn’t have a great mental fortitude. “A Paradox dimension? An energy that actively violates common sense? How do you want me to find logic in a situation that lacks any?”

“If the rest of our theory about Elixirs is correct, then this means you developed a link to this Black World. Perhaps even a secondary power.” Vulcan raised an eyebrow at Ryan. “What are you waiting for? Try it out.”

Ryan froze time, black and violet particles floating around him while his other self appeared in a corner. The poor ghost only advanced a few centimeters per second, desperately catching up to the courier.

Ryan glanced at his hands, and the black spots swirling around them, before raising them at Alchemo.

“UNLIMITED POWAH!” The time-traveler shouted while wagging his fingers like a maniac. “POWAH!”

And…

Nothing happened. No black lightning, no blast of antimatter. Not even the thrill of unlimited cosmic power coursing through his veins.

“Nope, nothing I can figure out,” Ryan said as time resumed. Damn it, why didn’t the dark side come with a manual? “Either I don’t have a second power, or I need to figure out what it does before I can use it.”

“Disappointing,” Vulcan said, though she sounded more playful than angry. “Do you still produce particles without the armor?”

“No more than I generate visible Violet Flux without your wonderful suit.” Ryan only produced Black Flux with the Saturn Armor on. “Neither did my main power mutate, as far as I can tell.”

His time-stop worked perfectly fine, and his ‘violet phantom’ hadn’t changed either. Thus, his save point shouldn’t have moved forward in time, though Ryan could only check by resetting. He was in no hurry to try that out yet.

For all he knew, everything would return to normal on the next save, though his gut told him otherwise. The Ultimate Darkling could apparently violate causality, so Ryan’s condition had a chance to stick.

“Then this Black Flux works on another level than our physical reality,” Vulcan theorized.

“Don’t tell me you believe in souls?” Alchemo grunted. “I thought you were a rational person.”

“A Genome like Geist has no DNA for his Elixir to hang onto, and yet persists as a freaking ghost,” Vulcan pointed out. “A similar thing happened with Ghoul as far as I know. A pity your slime friend killed him on its way out, Ryan. It could have helped us figure it out.”

Ghoul’s remains hadn’t risen up after Darkling threw them up, proving that even immortals could die. Ryan couldn’t help but wonder how Black Flux would react to an inviolable object like Lightning Butt.

The courier needed information that even Mechron’s databases couldn’t provide. Knowledge from the same place where he might find a cure for the Psycho syndrome.

Ryan would take a winter vacation next time around.

Alas, they had other matters to deal with right now, as Shortie reminded him when she opened the cabin’s door in full power armor. “We’re surfacing, Riri,” she said, her voice firm and without any trace of hesitation. “It’s time.”

“Finally,” Vulcan said, as she closed her laptop. “Time to put on my supersuit.”

culture is by far your greatest quality,” Ryan congratulated the short Genius, who responded with a smirk. “So, you’re

we part ways.

patriarchy tell you what

to disobey Augustus for your sake. You’re a Saturday morning cartoon comedian, but that mofo is more

asked, concerned. “Is it about

last loop’s event might repeat

this loop’s apocalypse

it’s apparently a self-replicating killer robot, and currently assaulting

with a knowing look.

want to rule

into his robotic antennae, as if they were ears. “I’m a Genius, but I’m

late for that. “You should be fine,

the plushies would probably mistake

end up on opposing sides.” Vulcan rose from her seat with a grin, the laptop under

“Same,” the courier replied.

the shy Genius’ surprise. “Don’t hang out too much with him. You’ve got a great future ahead of you,

keep that in mind,” Len replied sheepishly, Vulcan

for Ryan’s ex-girlfriend to vanish, before turning

submarine, so we can evacuate in short order,” Ryan explained. If all went well, they could raid Lab Sixty-Six within a short timeframe and flee before Dynamis could mobilize.

wanted, alongside a copy of Sarin’s molecular structure,” the Genius said,

Yes, he did.

flinch. “However… I’ve befriended assholes before,

the right words, while Len watched on without any of

done, what the other you did… It hurt. It hurt more than you can imagine. But as you said it yourself, you’re no longer that person. The Alchemo that betrayed me is dead, while you are alive. So, while it feels wrong, I…”

a short pause, his lack of facial expressions making his thought process unclear. “Thank you,

third chance,” the courier warned. “So don’t

Genius promised, before excusing himself with

bring so many people with us, Riri?” Len asked

has a point, fear and paranoia lead nowhere.” Len looked at her

didn’t press the issue. “Are you

Ryan asked the

I’m not. But I… I can’t delay anymore. There

the last missing part of his outfit: a black cashmere poncho, which he immediately put on his armor. “How do

be the most wonderful sound

cute is nice. Besides, with all the plushies

Ryan had to look

jokes again, Riri,” Len said, as they walked out of the cabin and through the submarine’s

“You noticed?”

all the

“Although?” he asked.

smiles reach

sense of humor centuries ahead of its time. But... I guess I found it easier to laugh at pain rather than cry at it. My eternal life doesn’t feel painful anymore, especially with you at my side. I’m… there’s no

She had seen him cry for the first time

have bet his hand that Len smiled warmly behind the helmet, and she raised

swore back. She had helped him live again, and he

emerged from the Mechron submarine and walked

remaining Meta-Gangsters having moved onto small boats. They

would ‘sneak’ into the HQ from behind. If all went optimally, everyone would live through the attack; the courier had even made a copy of

shining

Ryan wondered if they had temporarily allied with the company to

to urge people to stay at home… but he had expected more collateral damage now that the plushie had escaped into

could it have

notion, putting one hand on his arm and pointing the other at

glanced at Mount Augustus, the hill having

similar to an erupting volcano. An endless tide of white fur overwhelmed the entire hill, like an enormous rat swarm converging towards the summit. Nobody could see the villa at the top clearly, as

Rain during the Augusti Loop,

wanted to make

Ryan had the foresight to ask Livia to evacuate to a secure location, because there would be no turning back. The plushipocalypse had

climb

Mob Zeus prevailed, he would learn of Hargraves’ presence with his blood already up and probably go on a rampage. If the plushies won, they would ride down the

laughing

you know, it’s not

“Riri…”

the world,” Ryan meekly confessed, Len tensing up in outrage. “But I

a small boat due to his enormous weight, his head instead peeking from above the water. “We are ready to storm Mexico

up on a bottle