Sentience Is Torture

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

sounds good to me. *Brittney says in her sexy jessica rabbit voice of how she always sounded*

I just noticed you didn’t like being around people so I wanted to chat here. so what I was thinking. was I think I know you some where but I know that can’t be? you just seem so familiar like I known you for years and I know I dont know you for years. cause I sure wasn’t here when they built you. but you look like someone I knew so long ago? *brittney looks into his robotic eyes*

yeah I think thats it… you kinda remind me of my husband…a flesh version that died so tragically…. him and his morty died after the ceremony we went on a adventure as a celebratory celebration. and then he got killed by some assassins. whoever wanted my rick and his morty killed they hired someone to do it and to ruin the day of my one and true happiness…. *brittney frowns*  

“Hmm. That sounds like something half the central finite curve might do. I don’t know what I could do to help you if your about to ask for anything, I’m not even sure I can even assist you properly.” He said it almost indeterminate from his regular speech pattern, even if he meant to be ‘nicer’. He must be on the fritz again, “But I guess I can do something for you, I’m here aren’t I? Do you have anymore questions?”

I was wonder if you know any human ricks too? or mortys? I love to meet more people to know like you I know your a robot but. I call you a person too since you do interact with people too. what would you like to do too to hang out with me. I like to know you more. *brittney smiles*

“Know more Ricks and Mortys? All I have to do is point at the wall and I can take you to a world were it’s nearly infinitely populated by Ricks and Mortys.” He says, “But I can say I’ve made acquaintances with a few across the multiverse. Punk Mortys. Abandoned Mortys. Fish Rick and Morty. Yeah, I’ve seen quite a lot.”

wow… I would love to see more. I never even seens a fish rick and morty before?

He looks at her as he hears sirens in the distance, police sirens. He looked at the wall next to it and raised his hand, shooting a portal from his palm, "Well, I'm on my way to an alien world, you can come with or you can stay here. Yes, I can drop you off at your house when we're done. Either way, I have to go."

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

sounds good to me. *Brittney says in her sexy jessica rabbit voice of how she always sounded*

I just noticed you didn’t like being around people so I wanted to chat here. so what I was thinking. was I think I know you some where but I know that can’t be? you just seem so familiar like I known you for years and I know I dont know you for years. cause I sure wasn’t here when they built you. but you look like someone I knew so long ago? *brittney looks into his robotic eyes*

yeah I think thats it… you kinda remind me of my husband…a flesh version that died so tragically…. him and his morty died after the ceremony we went on a adventure as a celebratory celebration. and then he got killed by some assassins. whoever wanted my rick and his morty killed they hired someone to do it and to ruin the day of my one and true happiness…. *brittney frowns*  

“Hmm. That sounds like something half the central finite curve might do. I don’t know what I could do to help you if your about to ask for anything, I’m not even sure I can even assist you properly.” He said it almost indeterminate from his regular speech pattern, even if he meant to be ‘nicer’. He must be on the fritz again, “But I guess I can do something for you, I’m here aren’t I? Do you have anymore questions?”

I was wonder if you know any human ricks too? or mortys? I love to meet more people to know like you I know your a robot but. I call you a person too since you do interact with people too. what would you like to do too to hang out with me. I like to know you more. *brittney smiles*

"Know more Ricks and Mortys? All I have to do is point at the wall and I can take you to a world were it's nearly infinitely populated by Ricks and Mortys." He says, "But I can say I've made acquaintances with a few across the multiverse. Punk Mortys. Abandoned Mortys. Fish Rick and Morty. Yeah, I've seen quite a lot."

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

sounds good to me. *Brittney says in her sexy jessica rabbit voice of how she always sounded*

I just noticed you didn’t like being around people so I wanted to chat here. so what I was thinking. was I think I know you some where but I know that can’t be? you just seem so familiar like I known you for years and I know I dont know you for years. cause I sure wasn’t here when they built you. but you look like someone I knew so long ago? *brittney looks into his robotic eyes*

yeah I think thats it… you kinda remind me of my husband…a flesh version that died so tragically…. him and his morty died after the ceremony we went on a adventure as a celebratory celebration. and then he got killed by some assassins. whoever wanted my rick and his morty killed they hired someone to do it and to ruin the day of my one and true happiness…. *brittney frowns*  

"Hmm. That sounds like something half the central finite curve might do. I don't know what I could do to help you if your about to ask for anything, I'm not even sure I can even assist you properly." He said it almost indeterminate from his regular speech pattern, even if he meant to be 'nicer'. He must be on the fritz again, "But I guess I can do something for you, I'm here aren't I? Do you have anymore questions?"

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

sounds good to me. *Brittney says in her sexy jessica rabbit voice of how she always sounded*

I just noticed you didn’t like being around people so I wanted to chat here. so what I was thinking. was I think I know you some where but I know that can’t be? you just seem so familiar like I known you for years and I know I dont know you for years. cause I sure wasn’t here when they built you. but you look like someone I knew so long ago? *brittney looks into his robotic eyes*

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

sounds good to me. *Brittney says in her sexy jessica rabbit voice of how she always sounded*

*Brittney glances over* hello. have we met before? *she looks at him* please lets go outside to chat. I just got done with my drinking.

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

Morty was following the familiar figure from afar since he had exited the warehouse. He knew that this traffic of plutonic rock would attract a Rick here, sooner or later. And he has been proved right when this one showed here and cautiously wrecked the place, about ten minutes ago. Totally intimidated by this robotic version of his grandfather, Morty has carefully observed him first, following him into the labyrinth that was this part of the city. But the older man was walking fast, and he couldn’t risk to lose him. -Rick! The boy felt relieved when the man finally stopped. - W-wait! Once at his level, he took a few seconds to catch his breath. - Geez… Rick, I thought I would never catch you! He finally raised his head, and his eyes opened wide at the sight of the damaged metal body. It was worse than what he have imagined. - Shit! Are you alright? I have some band-aid if you want, j-just let me… By reflex, he reached into the front pocket of his backpack before he realized the stupidity of his proposition. -Could you please ignore w-what I just said? Th-that was dumb.

While listening carefully to Rick, he let his gaze wander over the streets they were crossing…. and he suddenly stumbled on a metallic piece. He picked it up, and after further examination, he realized it was a small part of Rick’s body. - Rick, I don’t wanna seem like a party pooper, but y-you’re losing some piece! Can’t you do this later, once y-you’ll be fixed? Or at l-least, let me bandage it so it stays in place? He knew he was being very insistent, but not taking care of their health seemed to be an unalterable variable amongst all the Ricks. And that’s also why Mortys were here, right? The question surprised him a little. - I’m not r-really wandering, I’m just looking for my Rick. He d-disappeared, about six months ago. But he has already met some Mortys who were traveling the dimensions alone. They were really kind, even if a lot of them have tried to convince him not to look for his grandfather. He has gotten upset then. - I think he’s in big trouble. Otherwise, he w-would have get back home a-already.

He let Rick elude his proposition. He was big enough to know for himself, after all. And he was right about his (and now, theirs, probably) pursuers, they didn’t really have any time to lose. - Geez… He tried to hide his worry as best as he could. Rick didn’t seem thrilled by the idea of façing them either, so if they were lucky, there won’t be any confrontation. As they were heading toward a pretty big hotel, the robot slowed a little. Morty guessed they arrived at their destination and took the time to observe the building and the people coming in and out of it. Some of them looked humans (or at least humanoids), and some looked like they were robots, like Rick. He nodded at the question, before raising his head to meet the pair of yellow eyes. - I think, yes. Rick taught me. W-why?

Okay. The plan was simple. No reason to freak out, and no excuses to fuck things up, right? He took the welder Rick was handing him, trying not to think too much about everything that could possibly go wrong. Then, he kneeled on the ground, took a big breath before turning it on, and began his work. His hands were pretty steady, and even if his welds weren’t as discreet as Rick’s ones, nobody would see them unless they were paying close attention to the robot’s legs. -Does it hurt, Rick? Do y-you even feel it? Despite his sudden question, he didn’t stop fixing the metal under his fingers, as meticulous as he could be in their current situation. He finished a couple minutes after Rick and handed him the tool back. - Now I just have to follow you, r-right?

Morty didn’t need to see Rick’s face to know the man was angry. The crowd was densifying around them, people whispering in a way they thought was discreet like they always do. It was suffocating, and the boy prayed for the scientist to just listen to him. When he finally agreed, the younger quickly draw him away, without hearing Rick’s words, nor seeing the look of fear in the eyes of the man. He only let go of the scientist’s arm once they were in front of the elevator, and followed him inside. There, he ran a hand through his curly hair, and shot a shy glance at Rick, afraid that the robot might be angry at him. - Geez… I-I’m sorry for the trouble… But t-thanks for helping me. Morty stayed quiet after that, biting his nails again in a nervous reflex as they were slowly reaching the top of the building. However, a moment later, he turned to Rick again. - Do you think I-I will need my laser gun up there…? Morty had to learn how to shoot the hard way, and the weight of the weapon in his hands had slowly become a good way to reassure himself. And hopefully, it would make him feel less useless.

Morty was following the familiar figure from afar since he had exited the warehouse. He knew that this traffic of plutonic rock would attract a Rick here, sooner or later. And he has been proved right when this one showed here and cautiously wrecked the place, about ten minutes ago. Totally intimidated by this robotic version of his grandfather, Morty has carefully observed him first, following him into the labyrinth that was this part of the city. But the older man was walking fast, and he couldn’t risk to lose him. -Rick! The boy felt relieved when the man finally stopped. - W-wait! Once at his level, he took a few seconds to catch his breath. - Geez… Rick, I thought I would never catch you! He finally raised his head, and his eyes opened wide at the sight of the damaged metal body. It was worse than what he have imagined. - Shit! Are you alright? I have some band-aid if you want, j-just let me… By reflex, he reached into the front pocket of his backpack before he realized the stupidity of his proposition. -Could you please ignore w-what I just said? Th-that was dumb.

While listening carefully to Rick, he let his gaze wander over the streets they were crossing…. and he suddenly stumbled on a metallic piece. He picked it up, and after further examination, he realized it was a small part of Rick’s body. - Rick, I don’t wanna seem like a party pooper, but y-you’re losing some piece! Can’t you do this later, once y-you’ll be fixed? Or at l-least, let me bandage it so it stays in place? He knew he was being very insistent, but not taking care of their health seemed to be an unalterable variable amongst all the Ricks. And that’s also why Mortys were here, right? The question surprised him a little. - I’m not r-really wandering, I’m just looking for my Rick. He d-disappeared, about six months ago. But he has already met some Mortys who were traveling the dimensions alone. They were really kind, even if a lot of them have tried to convince him not to look for his grandfather. He has gotten upset then. - I think he’s in big trouble. Otherwise, he w-would have get back home a-already.

He let Rick elude his proposition. He was big enough to know for himself, after all. And he was right about his (and now, theirs, probably) pursuers, they didn’t really have any time to lose. - Geez… He tried to hide his worry as best as he could. Rick didn’t seem thrilled by the idea of façing them either, so if they were lucky, there won’t be any confrontation. As they were heading toward a pretty big hotel, the robot slowed a little. Morty guessed they arrived at their destination and took the time to observe the building and the people coming in and out of it. Some of them looked humans (or at least humanoids), and some looked like they were robots, like Rick. He nodded at the question, before raising his head to meet the pair of yellow eyes. - I think, yes. Rick taught me. W-why?

Okay. The plan was simple. No reason to freak out, and no excuses to fuck things up, right? He took the welder Rick was handing him, trying not to think too much about everything that could possibly go wrong. Then, he kneeled on the ground, took a big breath before turning it on, and began his work. His hands were pretty steady, and even if his welds weren’t as discreet as Rick’s ones, nobody would see them unless they were paying close attention to the robot’s legs. -Does it hurt, Rick? Do y-you even feel it? Despite his sudden question, he didn’t stop fixing the metal under his fingers, as meticulous as he could be in their current situation. He finished a couple minutes after Rick and handed him the tool back. - Now I just have to follow you, r-right?

Morty didn’t need to see Rick’s face to know the man was angry. The crowd was densifying around them, people whispering in a way they thought was discreet like they always do. It was suffocating, and the boy prayed for the scientist to just listen to him. When he finally agreed, the younger quickly draw him away, without hearing Rick’s words, nor seeing the look of fear in the eyes of the man. He only let go of the scientist’s arm once they were in front of the elevator, and followed him inside. There, he ran a hand through his curly hair, and shot a shy glance at Rick, afraid that the robot might be angry at him. - Geez… I-I’m sorry for the trouble… But t-thanks for helping me. Morty stayed quiet after that, biting his nails again in a nervous reflex as they were slowly reaching the top of the building. However, a moment later, he turned to Rick again. - Do you think I-I will need my laser gun up there…? Morty had to learn how to shoot the hard way, and the weight of the weapon in his hands had slowly become a good way to reassure himself. And hopefully, it would make him feel less useless.

Morty was following the familiar figure from afar since he had exited the warehouse. He knew that this traffic of plutonic rock would attract a Rick here, sooner or later. And he has been proved right when this one showed here and cautiously wrecked the place, about ten minutes ago. Totally intimidated by this robotic version of his grandfather, Morty has carefully observed him first, following him into the labyrinth that was this part of the city. But the older man was walking fast, and he couldn’t risk to lose him. -Rick! The boy felt relieved when the man finally stopped. - W-wait! Once at his level, he took a few seconds to catch his breath. - Geez… Rick, I thought I would never catch you! He finally raised his head, and his eyes opened wide at the sight of the damaged metal body. It was worse than what he have imagined. - Shit! Are you alright? I have some band-aid if you want, j-just let me… By reflex, he reached into the front pocket of his backpack before he realized the stupidity of his proposition. -Could you please ignore w-what I just said? Th-that was dumb.

While listening carefully to Rick, he let his gaze wander over the streets they were crossing…. and he suddenly stumbled on a metallic piece. He picked it up, and after further examination, he realized it was a small part of Rick’s body. - Rick, I don’t wanna seem like a party pooper, but y-you’re losing some piece! Can’t you do this later, once y-you’ll be fixed? Or at l-least, let me bandage it so it stays in place? He knew he was being very insistent, but not taking care of their health seemed to be an unalterable variable amongst all the Ricks. And that’s also why Mortys were here, right? The question surprised him a little. - I’m not r-really wandering, I’m just looking for my Rick. He d-disappeared, about six months ago. But he has already met some Mortys who were traveling the dimensions alone. They were really kind, even if a lot of them have tried to convince him not to look for his grandfather. He has gotten upset then. - I think he’s in big trouble. Otherwise, he w-would have get back home a-already.

He let Rick elude his proposition. He was big enough to know for himself, after all. And he was right about his (and now, theirs, probably) pursuers, they didn’t really have any time to lose. - Geez… He tried to hide his worry as best as he could. Rick didn’t seem thrilled by the idea of façing them either, so if they were lucky, there won’t be any confrontation. As they were heading toward a pretty big hotel, the robot slowed a little. Morty guessed they arrived at their destination and took the time to observe the building and the people coming in and out of it. Some of them looked humans (or at least humanoids), and some looked like they were robots, like Rick. He nodded at the question, before raising his head to meet the pair of yellow eyes. - I think, yes. Rick taught me. W-why?

Okay. The plan was simple. No reason to freak out, and no excuses to fuck things up, right? He took the welder Rick was handing him, trying not to think too much about everything that could possibly go wrong. Then, he kneeled on the ground, took a big breath before turning it on, and began his work. His hands were pretty steady, and even if his welds weren’t as discreet as Rick’s ones, nobody would see them unless they were paying close attention to the robot’s legs. -Does it hurt, Rick? Do y-you even feel it? Despite his sudden question, he didn’t stop fixing the metal under his fingers, as meticulous as he could be in their current situation. He finished a couple minutes after Rick and handed him the tool back. - Now I just have to follow you, r-right?