The Perfect Run

Aliens.

Of course it would be aliens! Everything made perfect sense now! Still, Ryan wondered if these visitors would look like tiny grey dwares, or humans with ridged foreheads. If the eight-meters tall monster in the snow was any indication though, they were probably cold-blooded.

Wait… Ryan glanced at the monstrous creature’s corpse, and came to a sudden realization.

“I knew it!” He shouted, pointing a finger at the colossal beast. “I knew it was the Reptilians!”

These scaled bastards had tried to infiltrate human governments to destroy democracy!

“It can’t be aliens,” Shroud said in denial. “Maybe the Alchemist… maybe she’s building a spaceship to leave the planet?”

“That piece of crap obviously crashed years ago,” Sarin pointed out. “If I listen well to our jackass-in-chief, a good four-fifths of it is buried in the ice. Who would build a ship like that?”

“We… we know Elixirs came from alien dimensions,” Len said, trying to scan the ship with her power armor. “It’s… it’s not impossible.”

Shroud still shook his head. “Can’t be aliens.”

He could accept the existence of a time-traveler, but not extraterrestrial visitors?

In any case, Ryan activated his time-stop as his group debated. Although he sensed an opposing force struggling back against his power, the icy wasteland turned violet to his relief. Since the strange purple lightning bolts in the alien skies kept moving in the frozen time, Ryan guessed they were made of Violet Flux.

Much like his experience in Monaco, his time-stop would work as long as the Resonators kept the portal open, allowing him to converge the Purple World with this pocket dimension.

But something else caught the courier’s attention. The Black Flux particles produced by his armor seemed to devour the space around them, creating tiny, almost invisible cracks in the fabric of reality itself.

“Huh?” Ryan said as time resumed. Though the black particles vanished, the damage they had caused remained.

“What is it, Riri?” Len asked, noticing his confusion.

“It seems my power has an anomalous effect on this thin place.” Come to think of it, Ryan remembered Black Flux consuming Alphonse ‘Fallout’ Manada’s radioactive Red Flux during their fight.

All hints so far indicated that the Black Ultimate One had given the courier the power to kill what couldn’t die. But how far could you push that definition? Could you kill energy? Items? Ideas?

Black powers were paradoxes, and didn’t follow the rules. Lightning Butt himself had become more like an animated statue than a man, and yet Ryan’s power could damage him. It could even kill a ghost.

Maybe it could kill Elixirs, or the alien energies they produced.

“That power gives me a headache,” Ryan said, deciding to prepare his team for battle. Sunshine and See-Through observed the dome cautiously, Sarin looked tense, Len and the didn’t hide their anxiety, and Mr. Wave barely restrained himself from going in guns-blazing. “Alright mooks listen up, who’s never explored a spooky alien spaceship among you? Raise your hand if this is your first time.”

Everyone raised their hand, except Ryan and Mr. Wave. “Mr. Wave caused the Fermi paradox,” the genome explained. “When alien civilizations see Mr. Wave, they go extinct.”

“Riri, why didn’t you raise your hand?” Len asked.

Sarin looked at Ryan with skepticism, which wounded the courier’s heart. “You saw aliens before, oh great and powerful leader?”

“Yes, but their ship was round and flatter.” Also, the passengers had kept trying to pay him in seashells for some reason. “In any case, rule number one for spaceships, and the most important one by far: don’t touch the eggs. A good egg is a boiled egg.”

The gasped. “But Sifu, eggs are cute and rounded!”

“Eggs are the enemy, soldier!” Ryan snarled with the passion of a drill sergeant, the adopting a military salute. “Any egg found in an alien ship is a potential W.M.D.! Boil them all!”

“Y-yes, Sifu!”

“Second rule, we don’t split up. Ever.”

“It wouldn’t change much,” Mr. Wave boasted. “Even if Mr. Wave faces an army alone, they will still be outnumbered.”

“I agree,” Ryan conceded, “but this is the principle of the thing.”

“I am usually more fond of dividing forces to cover a greater area, but in this case numbers might prove safer,” Leo agreed. “We have no idea what to expect within.”

“Which way do we use to move in?” Shroud asked, glancing at the blast doors.

“Mmm…” Ryan approached the gates to observe them. On a closer look, while the blast doors were mostly made of the same black metal as the rest of the ship, they showed hints of having been breached in the past. Someone plugged the cracks with a standard steel alloy. A cursory scan from his armor told the courier that the doors could probably survive extreme conditions such as atmospheric reentry. “Sunshine, we might need a solar eruption or two.”

“I see another perfectly good entrance up there,” Sarin said, pointing a finger at the hole in the ship’s metal dome. “If the lizard blasted his way out, then it means that path is clear, right?”

“Possibly,” Shroud conceded. “But we might find workers repairing the damaged area.”

“What bothers me is that nobody came to intercept us,” Hargraves said, his radiance dimming for an instant. “I expected more activity in the Alchemist’s base of operation, but the area looks deceptively empty.”

“Perhaps the thing killed everyone on its way out,” Sarin guessed.

tempted,” Ryan said. “On one hand, blowing our own hole would be good and proper. But using the

we can

not roughing up that bitch of a mad scientist along the way. She owes me more than a

as it sounds, I agree with the Psycho,” Shroud declared. “While we might need her knowledge, there’s no way I’m leaving the person responsible for Last Easter unmolested. She has far too much blood on her hands, whoever or whatever

piece of the full truth, and an open conflict will lead us nowhere. Let us act cautiously, figure out what

won out, and the group settled on

time to explain the third and final rule then. If it looks cute and cuddly…” Ryan loaded his chest cannon. “It really

Shroud, Mr. Wave, and Leo the Living Sun. Shortie used streams of pressurized water to launch herself at the ship’s roof, while Sarin did something similar with

meters wide. One end of a five-meters wide bridge extended out to a central platform equipped with strange biomechanical devices, while the other part led to

reminded Ryan of Mechron’s own holographic orbital monitoring systems, albeit far more advanced and damaged. The projections flickered, and all the

the platform, with Len, Sarin, and the crossing the bridge to secure the dome’s other entrance. Meanwhile, the courier and the

arrays of colors; each representing strange

sometimes colored splashes gave it variety. A red star here, a green bird there. These phantom images only existed for an instant before returning to the white, and the

A shining heart of nuclear chaos burnt at its center, the first and greatest sun illuminating the universe; and when Ryan squinted at it, he realized that this star had the shape of an eye. One

with countless stickers made of different matter: steel, glass, iron, stone, gold, zinc, water, gas… all metals, all liquids, all inorganic matters Ryan knew of were represented there. Other stickers contained substances he had never seen, crystals that shifted like

golden carnival of cubic angels, many-legged demons, cohorts of ghosts, and 2D picture-like worlds. It was the strangest of them all, a patchwork of chaotic ideas made real. Nothing unified the creatures and places of this realm, except that they only ever existed in human dreams and

a planet, but one where everything was alive. A pulsating cell with seas of green slime, teeth mountains, and forests of blood

was, is, and would ever be. The azure glow of a supreme godmind cast the light of enlightenment like

closed this alien panorama,

said, recognizing the Purple World from his

causing Ryan’s head to snap in his direction. “It’s a

a finger at the

of the stickers of the Rubik’s cube was made of a substance that the courier had already seen before. One that looked very similar to ivory, and

remind you of anything?”

location was unusual as well. The substances that surrounded it were all metals, from iron to bronze and gold. It was at the very center of it

whispered, astonished. “It’s the same color, the same texture… I would wager my life

only explanation for why Frank the Mad’s ability to absorb these alloys had seemed to affect the invincible warlord. But doubt always remained, because how could an invincible metal make one immune to frozen

it suddenly made

gave his body the properties of a metal from the Orange World, the source of all inorganic material.

not exist in

A world without time.

“Adamantine…” Ryan whispered.

down on him from his vantage point.

be harder than anything? Did nobody read the classics?” Ryan shrugged. “It’s as

Earth’s dimension to align, creating an anomaly where he alone could affect causality. But that substance, the adamantine,

time, or the laws of physics held no sway. From its

in such an

might be an Orange,” Sunshine whispered to himself. “I always wondered why Julie

“Julie Costa?” Ryan asked.

voice more somber than usual. “Create new life, or give

contact with him,” Sunshine said, “but it may be that Julie’s power simply didn’t register him as ‘alive’

research. “We know he doesn’t eat or breathe.

had a latent cancer before he

Butt may not eat or breathe, but I know for a fact that he sleeps, creepily so. There are still

a slow, almost imperceptible degradation. It could resist atomic explosions, but not reality itself trying to reject

Livia’s

of harming Augustus,” Shroud said,

here,” Len shouted from the other end of

making their way into the next room in a

the ceiling. This laboratory was far smaller than the metal sphere outside, but large enough to house workstations, biomechanical servers, and heart-shaped vats full of swirling liquid. Alien orange crystal growths had started taking over the ceiling like an infection, while piles of Wonderboxes lined

caution, Sarin immediately

never seen so many Elixirs at once!” The Psycho whistled as she opened a wonderbox, revealing seven

of Elixir, one for each

biomechanical technology. All of them joined up in a central computer, equipped with large control panels and

you access the database?” Sunshine asked Shroud, as they immediately moved

on the screen. “It’s password-protected, and that machine is clearly Genius tech of some kind. It might take me a

managed not to crumble beneath a seven hundred kilos bear of mass destruction,

did you do that?” Shroud asked in shock, as Len joined the to

of the Alchemist based on compiled second-hand information, tried to figure out the likely passwords, and one of

Blue Elixir through the membrane separating it from the outside world. To his surprise, the slime created a tentacle

than seven, the exclamation point reinforces security, and since the Alchemist likened herself to a god creating

She kept searching through the Wonderboxes

I can

to my suit’s computer?” Len asked the manbear. “This… this may contain all the information we need to understand Elixirs. This room… this room might very well be

glancing at Mr. Wave. The laser genome had moved in front of the demolished

The corridor beyond had no lamp to light it,

“This place is too precious to be left undefended, and yet nobody