The Perfect Run

Psychos had been a fact of life for fifteen years.

Ryan had visited hundreds, if not thousands of communities through his long existence, and almost all of them shared the same tales. Maddened monsters attacking them at night, mutants hiding in sewers, raiders attacking their Genome defenders, or fools trying to imitate Augustus only to come up short.

Psychos had collectively killed the courier many times, coming in as a close second behind traffic accidents. His adoptive father Bloodstream had caused his very first death, and it still gave Ryan headaches to remember it.

Nobody could imagine a world without Psychos...

Until today.

The refurbished laboratory of Station Orpheon was far lighter and warmer than the Alchemist’s, with white walls, glowing bars in the ceiling casting a pleasing light, and the sweet, sweet smell of morning coffee permeating the air. Ryan’s host of Geniuses, namely Shortie, Alchemo, and Stitch, had gathered behind control panels and thrumming computers. Meanwhile, the Panda happily cleaned up a large vat in the northern corner of the room with a sanitizer.

All were gearing up for an experiment that might change the world’s face forever, though their patient lacked their enthusiasm.

“I don’t want to go inside,” sweet Sarin grumbled at Ryan’s side, arms crossed. “Find another way, nerd.”

“There isn’t,” Ryan replied. Truth be told, nothing guaranteed that the operation would work at all. Even though they had copied the Alchemist’s research data before destroying her base, the group didn’t have her wealth of alien technology. “Come on, you fought aliens and you’re afraid of a glass tube?”

Instead of blasting him where he stood, Sarin let out a grunt. “It’s not the vat,” she said. “It’s…”

“Getting out of that suit?” Ryan guessed, avoiding any joke or jab. The woman had suffered for years from her condition, never feeling anything nor experiencing joy. Taunting her on that front, especially now, would feel like kicking a cancer patient.

Sarin shook her head. “Doesn’t matter.”

“You wouldn’t bring this up if it didn’t,” Ryan replied. “You know, I’m a certified therapist and I’ve seen everything. I’m here if you need an ear.”

“I ain’t like your princess,” Sarin scoffed. “I don’t need a white knight. You think I’m that weak?”

“I don’t think you’re weak, just alone.” Though the Psycho didn’t answer, Ryan could tell from her posture that he had nailed it. “And even that is a thing of the past. I mean, we had a good time raiding drug churches, exploring new continents, freeing the government from both the reptilians and the Illuminati...”

“It was nice,” the Psycho agreed, looking away at the Geniuses toiling away behind their computers. “And you’re following up with your promise, which is more I can say from Adam. You ain’t a fink.”

“See?” Ryan decided to share some wisdom accumulated over centuries of time travel. “If you keep all your feelings for yourself, you’re never going to get over your fears and neuroses. Either you become more open with others, or you need to blow off steam. If you want to follow the latter path, I would suggest bullying Ghoul.”

“I would rather hit Adam,” Sarin replied, before raising her hands and moving her fingers. The movements were unnatural, gas pushing cloth from the inside. “Every time I get out of my suit, I fear getting scattered to the winds. Stretching for miles, feeling my mind slip away with the distance. You can’t imagine how it feels, nerd.”

“No, I can’t,” the courier admitted. “Though you already left your suit behind once, when we made an FBI raid on Ischia.”

“I know that the experiment is as safe as it can be around you.” Sarin sighed. “But I still feel weak, and I hate it.”

Ryan crossed his arms, meditated on what to say next, and then uttered a single word.

“Bianca?”

Sarin bristled at her true name being spoken, as if she had forgotten it.

“Being vulnerable is... never easy,” Ryan said, trying to find the right words. “Especially not with others. After building strong and thick walls around ourselves, it’s difficult to tear them down.”

Sarin snickered. “Easy for you to say, Mr. Time-Traveler.”

“It’s not as perfect a crutch as it seems.”

At this point, Ryan had decided to fully come clean to everyone not in the know yet among his group. Sarin had been the first, but the courier hoped to have a discussion with Felix and especially Mr. Wave. The former already suspected something was up, and the latter…

Ryan owed him much more than his love of cashmere.

“You know, when Livia and I…” Ryan took a deep breath, before speaking his mind. “I was scared of her, at first. Very few things scared me since I got my power, but she topped all of them. She could remember.”

“She could kill you for good,” Sarin guessed. “Throw her daddy at you?”

“That and worse.” Ryan shuddered at what Livia could have done, if she had taken more after her thunderous father. “For the first time in many, many years, I had to be honest with someone that wasn’t my best friend. Like a bear cornered in his cave. It was… it was difficult. I mean, yeah, now she’s my First Lady, but she could have easily been my Lee Harvey Oswald too.”

“Who?” Sarin asked, showing an absolute lack of culture.

That inane question was proof that anyone could become Ryan’s vice-president these days, which he took as a badge of honor. The courier prided himself on his government’s inclusivity.

point. “We struggled to conquer our fear of the other,

“No.”

you’re on

make all the efforts and struggle worth it. Maybe I’ll get diabetes with my new

diabetes,”

could almost taste the bitterness in

that leap of faith might sound

me hoped that the Alchemist had a plan for us. That what I went through had a purpose. Well, as it turned out, I was just experimental

we have no purpose, and we are completely free,”

Sarin asked with sorrow. “I’ve spent so much time looking for a cure, I’m not sure what

worked with Adam for

glanced at the vat, seeing her gas mask’s

yet.” Like Sarin, Ryan hadn’t planned anything beyond completing his Perfect Run. “At first, I thought I would drive into the sunset towards new adventures, hopefully with Shortie in

would there be room for

more minions,” Ryan replied. “But only if you call me Mr.

amusement, while the Panda emerged from the cleaned

Doc?” Ryan asked his

The Panda declared with a raised paw.

of faith. She opened her hazmat suit, and let her gaseous body leak out. A

Ryan promised, as he and the Panda closed the glass door behind her. “This time, it will work. I

cloud briefly took a vaguely humanoid shape, before turning back into formless

be alright,” Alchemo grumbled, while Len typed on the computer panel.

to keep this up for weeks,” Dr. Stitch replied. “This will change

place. No doubt a part of her

the vat

fields of expertise, had managed to translate the Elixirs’ Flux language based on the Alchemist’s notes. The process would be simple, in theory. The group would use a system based on the Chronoradio to send signals to Sarin’s Elixirs, guiding them into rewriting her DNA based on a new paradigm. One that followed Livia’s ratio of

however,” Dr. Stitch said. “Modifying her body on

will remember,” Alchemo

she would

see our thoughts and wishes, and translate them into Flux,” Ryan whispered, remembering what he had read from the Alchemist’s data. “True Genomes exist on two levels. The

the room, he alone existed in two places and eras at once. Two brains separated across the timestream,

Wave, Sunshine, Geist, and Sarin in particular. And in time, that ethereal consciousness grew in power, in wisdom, and strength, eventually becoming something too powerful for a body of flesh

would ascend into a greater form

ask her Elixirs to reshape her current self while taking this information into account. Sarin

from blue to red, from orange to yellow. “The Elixirs

the

wondered how Elixirs discussed inside their host. Perhaps they were trying and failing to repair the damage they had caused to their host, unable to understand what

put on the loudspeakers, and an alien gargle quickly transformed into two

words, though the voice sounded inhuman, the

more difficult to vibrate!” Another answered, and didn’t sound any more mature. “How can our Homo Sapien

She wouldn’t need

act without supervision, you

be free. Mastery of the gaseous state will fill her with

defend herself, to shake down everyone who could threaten her! She doesn't want to be free, she wants

Never us! I’m the one trying to make this

silence settled among the researchers, as the Elixirs’ debate

all, and you are

you heartless battery! I was here first! We were happy before you came into

her wish! She would never ascend

Panda is

said, biting

Hanlon’s razor.

what can

Sarin. The cloud inside the vat briefly took a humanoid shape, hand raised

embedded in his syringe-finger. The light show inside the vat intensified, causing the Elixirs to

Elixir said, the Red one from

I hope it’s Eva! Let

instruction,” the Red Elixir said, sounding

Sapiens in one flesh vessel? And we…” The Orange Elixir’s voice turned from confusion to horror.

good partner, immediately blamed its fellow. “No

“Aww, we favored our main host so much, that we completely forgot about the other