The Perfect Run

“Sorry, I can’t do that.”

Ryan scratched Eugène-Henry’s back while watching Dr. Tyrano on his computer screen. The A-bomb laid on the desk, right next to the late Fat Adam’s gravity cannon. “You’re saying no to unlimited fundings, resources, and safety from the monster you keep bottled up in your lab when he inevitably breaks out? Because you know he will.”

“I don’t know how you managed to learn that much about my work,” Tyrano admitted, a little disturbed. “But I am contractually bound to Dynamis for the next two hundred years. I can’t even leave the building without a heavy escort.”

“Two hundred years?” Were there other time-travelers running around in Italy? “Is that even legal?”

“In New Rome, it is.”

Ryan massaged his temples, at his wit’s end. “Think, Tyrano, think! You’re using an unstable product to turn people you know into timebombs! What will you have after everyone has turned into a Bloodstream clone?”

Dr. Tyrano remained silent for a moment, but Ryan guessed his answer before he even spoke.

“Dinosaurs,” the scalie answered. “I’d still have dinosaurs.”

That made Ryan think more than it should.

Still, the fact Tyrano wouldn’t leave the Dynamis HQ nor agree to sabotage the Knockoff supply dashed a few of the courier’s hopes. Even if the Carnival developed a vaccine plague to cure New Rome’s population, they would have to assault Lab Sixty-Six again to finish off Bloodstream for good.

Still, Ryan didn’t give up on the saurian Genius.

“What if I told you we have access to a completely safe Knockoff variant, so strong it even works with robots?” The courier tempted him. “That we have not one, but two Genomes with multiple powers and no-side effects to study? That we possess a wealth of research and information on Elixirs… and a lab capable of creating life from scratch?”

Then he delivered the coup de grace.

“Inhuman life?”

Tyrano’s slitted eyes expanded like a frog’s, to Ryan’s shock. The courier wondered if it was what passed for arousal for humanoid dinosaurs. To hook him further, the courier forwarded the Genius a sample of his Elixir research, including a bio-scan of Mongrel.

“We’re working on a cure for the Psycho condition,” Ryan said. “Though you’re contractually obligated to work with Dynamis, certainly you can sacrifice some of your precious time for it. Who knows, maybe you could make a Green Knockoff capable of granting your dearest, cold-blooded wish.”

The Genius barely took a glance at the data before raising his white flag. “Where do I sign?”

“First…” Ryan scratched Eugène-Henry behind the ears. “You must give me access to that folder.”

“Oh, that one?” Dr. Tyrano seemed strangely embarrassed about it. “It’s something of a side-project, and early results weren’t promising. But it will change the world, you’ll see!”

“I’ll keep an open mind,” Ryan said, as he received an email called ‘Monster Girl Project.’ He opened the video file within.

The courier instantly regretted it, as an abomination came into view.

The screams and moans that came out of this… this thing startled Ryan so much, that he almost fell from his chair. His terrified cat leaped out of his lap to take over the nearby bed.

“Oh God… oh God…” Ryan covered his mouth, though he couldn’t tell if it was in horror or terrible awe at the man’s demented genius. There were things that could still surprise him after eight centuries of time-traveling. “Why?!”

“A creative spur!” Tyrano explained, as if it made up for this crime against nature. “I couldn’t do that to a reptile!”

“Why a mink?!” Ryan asked, closing the video feed when he couldn’t take the abomination’s screams anymore. “Is… is that thing still alive?”

“No, no, it died, unfortunately,” Tyrano reassured him. “But I have a spare.”

Ryan resisted the urge to throw up, and stopped the video call feed. He would have nightmares for years to come. Even the most depraved Sonic the Hedgehog fans didn’t go as far as Dr. Scalie did.

The courier took a moment to gather his breath, only to suddenly hold it. Two long ears rose from the side of the desk, a monster rising from the depths of Hell.

“No,” Ryan said with false panic.

The plushie looked at his maker, then at the A-bomb, and finally back at his maker. Meanwhile, Eugène-Henry ignored them all to vanish beneath the bedsheets, considering the matter beneath his kingly notice.

“No!” Ryan forbade the plushie.

And for the first time since this loop began, the furred fiend answered.

“I will always be your friend!”

This plushie hastily pushed the A-bomb’s button with a loud ‘click.’

Nothing happened.

The plushie hit it again, and again, and again in quick succession, growing more and more frustrated. Its eyes turned red as it glared angrily at Ryan.

“It’s a prop,” the courier replied with a grin. “I gave the real one to Vulcan.”

He had bribed his favorite dwarf Genius with so much technology, that she didn’t even ask him to ruin Star Studios this time. Vulcan insisted that Ryan become her assistant instead, and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

shadow of his Jasmine remained ever-present. The courier also intended to use this

to work your way up the suicide chain,” he

horror examined the cannon curiously, though the weapon was ten times larger than it was. “Please don’t kill anyone else!” Ryan pleaded as he left the

asked, having waited for him in the next corridor. He had managed to repair his glass mask, though

tomato juice factory,” Ryan replied with disappointment.

changed that, but Ryan would have

probably at Livia’s urging, but Jamie still invited Ryan to stay at his house all the same. That guy was so nice, he made the

contacted Alchemo, who should make his way to New Rome by the next day and help take over the bunker’s

he would dedicate to

upper echelons,” Mathias said. “We planned to wait for Hector Manada

“His children might be willing to

we provide him with the necessary data to show the destruction Bloodstream could unleash; and especially if his family lied to him. But Alphonse is another beast entirely. He won’t

frown. “He’s a red, a commie infiltrator. He wants to

but with Tyrano’s cure, he can also remove powers at will.

Genome so people like Augustus couldn’t monopolize power, but he didn’t wish to coexist with other organizations. Neither did he hesitate to lie to his close allies, so that

them away, then it could become a true superpower. People would be kept in line by the fear of losing their Knockoff Genome abilities, and the Manada would

believes himself to be, he wouldn’t have created something so dangerous in the first place. In the end, Alphonse Manada only

Ryan said, remembering Bianca running off to sacrifice

doubtful. “Among the most dangerous Genomes operating in Italy, he comes a close

with

place will have to go, Ryan,” Shroud insisted. “Maybe there is something here that could defeat Fallout, or even Augustus, true. But the risk of dangerous weapons spreading to the public is too great. Even distributing Mechron’s Knockoff formula doesn’t strike me as a good idea. It might

Ryan replied. “But I will only

you truly believe

don’t, my

there is even the slightest chance it works, I can’t stop you from trying. It would help too many

in brains.” Shroud’s head perked up at Ryan’s words. “He can even cure mental illnesses,

see Looking Glass’ face behind his mask, though the vigilante turned his head sideways, thoughtful. “Why do you think

interdimensional squids, Ryan thought. “I

all the positive things Geniuses

who knows,” Ryan replied. “There will always be rotten apples like Late Adam, but most people I’ve met only need the right circumstances to turn their lives around. Anyone

you know that she sculpts in her spare

her boyfriend her gallery yesterday night. “Pretty

his tone warm. “I thought she relied on her own luck to do everything, but she hides artistic sensibilities that appeal to me as a game designer. I can’t quite explain it. And she won half a million euros in lottery winnings this morning, but instead of sitting on it, she wants to distribute

speaking fondly of Fortuna? Yesterday’s battle had greatly helped

retriever,” Ryan summed it up. “Loud, no respect

better person than

put his hands behind his head. “Will you be transparent with her on

with a joke of his own, before answering. “I think I will clear things up with her, but… not as long as she’s working

her group, she isn’t in it for the killing,” Ryan said. “She wants to

voice turned from amused

her out because I wanted to,” Ryan replied. He really had a thing for Blue Genomes shorter than

place is dangerous, Ryan. What if she changes her mind and informs

needed it,” the courier replied. “I want to return the

up the world for her sake, if he didn’t. She

words, Ryan, you can’t save everyone.” Shroud marked a short pause.

yet, he

comes here, we’ll use your rabbit foot of a girlfriend to access the mainframe,” Ryan said, changing the subject.

you understand that?” Shroud asked. “Even if you turn back

my cute, beautiful

for you to carry others through time? I suppose it is only mental, since there aren’t twenty of

information directly into your brain, though your past self will have to submit to

his head. “I know myself. I am too paranoid to let anyone alter my brain, even if you earn my trust beforehand. I’m not sure I would even accept such a procedure at Leo’s urging,

only people he imagined would go through with the memory transfer unconditionally were Alchemo, who understood the technology; and Sarin, who had nothing left to lose. Even Len had remained on the fence so far. “I’m trying

don’t like it,” he admitted. “You hold all the cards, and all

you enough to share my greatest secret too, Safelite,” Ryan pointed out. “I can count on one

what adventures we went through for

together once, though Lightning Butt destroyed the

dryly, though he didn’t like it. Neither did Ryan, since Atom Kitten would clearly be much happier with the Carnival

as the

with me and see

the transformed folding paper sheets under Len’s watch. Sarin was playing pool near a pile of books, including Discours de la méthode:Pour bien conduire sa raison, et

mantis so fast that Ryan could barely see his paws move. The

superpower,” Sarin snickered. “Can

sharp enough to slice

aren’t you?” The Psycho taunted

Ryan did in the early days of his presidency. “If you sell us out as you did your previous employer, I will

fear from

paper that fast, even though he had mastered the skill years ago. “I thought you were a martial arts Genius?” he asked his pandawan. “Or does your brilliance extend to all

that’s not it,” Len said while shaking her head. “I ran tests. It… it took him minutes to pick