A Genius Morty

Morty, Rick, and Summer stepped out of the portal and into a place unlike any they had seen before. The vast expanse stretched out in all directions, a strange, desolate void between realities. There were no stars, no landmarks, no signs of life—just an endless horizon of shifting, shimmering energy, as if the very fabric of the multiverse was unstable here. The air was cold and still, and a faint hum vibrated in the background, an eerie reminder that this place was far from ordinary.

"Well, this is cheerful," Rick muttered, scanning the area with one of his handheld devices. "Completely off the grid. No dimensional traffic, no signals, no nothing. Vaxon sure knows how to pick his hideouts."

"Are we sure he's here?" Summer asked, looking around with an uneasy expression. "This place feels… wrong."

Morty nodded, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the strange energies that seemed to pulse through the space. "I can feel it. There's something here—something powerful. It's not Vaxon, though… it's different."

Rick tapped a few buttons on his device, frowning at the readings. "You're right, Morty. There's a lot of dimensional energy here, but it's not Vaxon's usual signature. We might be walking into something worse."

Summer shifted uncomfortably, her hand resting on the blaster at her hip. "Worse than Vaxon? That's not exactly reassuring, Rick."

Morty took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He had spent the last year training, honing his powers, but the sense of unease that hung in the air made him feel like something was slipping out of his control. He had been expecting to confront Vaxon, to finally face the multiversal threat head-on. But now, standing here in this remote place, Morty realized that they might be facing something even more dangerous.

Rick continued to study the energy patterns, his eyes flickering with suspicion. "Something's off about this. Vaxon doesn't operate in the open like this. He's always got some kind of backup plan, some hidden agenda. This whole setup stinks of a trap."

Before Morty could respond, a ripple of energy surged through the void, distorting the space around them. The air shimmered, and suddenly, two figures appeared, stepping out of the shimmering distortion like shadows brought to life. They were tall, imposing, draped in dark, flowing robes that seemed to merge with the void itself. Their faces were obscured by masks—cold, expressionless visages that gave no hint of their intentions.

"Welcome, travelers," one of the figures said, his voice echoing with an unnatural, resonant tone. "We've been expecting you."

Rick immediately raised his weapon, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, great. And who the hell are you supposed to be? Vaxon's welcoming committee?"

The second figure stepped forward, his masked face turning toward Morty. "We are not Vaxon's servants, Rick Sanchez. We are members of the Council of Aeons."

Morty's heart skipped a beat. The Council of Aeons—a mysterious and powerful group that had long been rumored to exist, but had rarely been seen or encountered. They were said to be the true rulers of the multiverse, a secretive organization that operated beyond the reach of any single reality, manipulating events to maintain balance—or so the stories went.

"You've been interfering in matters that are far beyond your understanding," the first figure continued, his voice cold. "Vaxon was never your true enemy. He is merely a pawn in a much larger game."

Summer took a step forward, her blaster ready. "If Vaxon's a pawn, then what are you? The puppet masters?"

The second figure's voice was sharp, like the crack of a whip. "We are the guardians of the multiverse. Our role is to ensure that it does not collapse under the weight of chaos. And you, Morty Smith, have been destabilizing that balance."

Morty's eyes widened. "Me? I've been trying to stop Vaxon from destroying entire dimensions!"

The first figure nodded slowly. "Indeed. But in doing so, you've drawn upon powers that even you do not fully understand. You've tapped into the very essence of the multiverse, and in doing so, you've disrupted the equilibrium that we strive to maintain."

Rick growled, his grip tightening on his weapon. "Oh, give me a break. You're telling me that all this is because Morty's been trying to clean up your mess?"

The second figure's mask tilted slightly, as if amused. "You see things in terms of heroes and villains, Rick Sanchez. But the truth is far more complex. Morty's powers are not something to be wielded lightly. He is a threat to the balance we've worked for eons to preserve."

Morty took a step back, his mind racing. "What are you talking about? I've been using my powers to protect people—to stop Vaxon and his forces from tearing apart the multiverse!"

The first figure raised a hand, and a wave of energy rippled outward, distorting the space around them. "Your actions have been noticed. You are far more dangerous than you realize, Morty. And now, we must ensure that you do not tip the scales any further."

Without warning, the two figures raised their hands in unison, and the air around them exploded with raw energy. Morty barely had time to react before a blast of power slammed into him, sending him flying backward across the void. He hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the wind out of him.

"Morty!" Summer screamed, firing her blaster at the two figures. But her shots were deflected by a shimmering barrier, the energy rippling harmlessly away.

Rick ducked behind a nearby rock formation, his mind racing. "Goddammit! We walked right into this! Morty, get your ass up!"

Morty groaned, struggling to his feet as the two figures advanced. Their power was overwhelming, a raw, elemental force that seemed to bend reality itself. Morty could feel it—these weren't ordinary enemies. The Council of Aeons was far beyond anything he had faced before.

With a surge of determination, Morty focused, drawing upon the energy within him. He had trained for this. He had spent months learning how to control the chaotic forces of the multiverse, and now it was time to put that training to the test.

Morty's hands glowed with a bright, crackling energy as he raised them, summoning a massive wave of power. The air around him vibrated with the force of it, and with a shout, he hurled the energy toward the two council members.

The blast of power tore through the void, ripping through the space between them with unstoppable force. But the council members barely flinched. The first figure raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, Morty's attack was dissipated, the energy scattering into nothingness.

"You are not ready," the first figure said coldly.

Before Morty could react, the second figure lashed out with a pulse of energy that struck Morty square in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground again. The force of the impact left him gasping for breath, his vision blurring as the energy burned through him.

Rick fired off several shots from his blaster, but the council members deflected them with ease, their attention focused entirely on Morty.

"You've drawn upon powers that you cannot control," the second figure said, his voice full of disdain. "And now you will pay the price for your recklessness."

Morty struggled to stand, but the pain in his chest was overwhelming. He could feel the energy slipping out of his grasp, the power that had once seemed so strong now faltering under the weight of the council's attacks. They were too powerful, too controlled. Everything he had learned, everything he had trained for, felt like it was crumbling beneath him.

But he couldn't give up. Not now. Not with his family watching.

Morty clenched his fists, forcing himself to his feet. His body trembled with the effort, but he refused to back down. The energy within him flared again, and this time, he focused it into a single point, a bright sphere of power that pulsed with intensity.

"Come on, Morty!" Rick shouted. "You can do this! You're stronger than these guys!"

Summoning every ounce of strength he had, Morty hurled the sphere of energy toward the two council members. The void crackled with the force of the attack, the air warping and distorting as the energy shot forward.

But once again, the council members raised their hands, and the energy was deflected, scattering harmlessly into the void.

"You cannot defeat us," the first figure said. "You are nothing more than a child playing with forces far beyond your understanding."

The second figure stepped forward, his hand glowing with a dark, pulsing energy. "It's time to end this."

Morty braced himself for the final attack, his heart pounding in his chest. He had given everything he had, but it hadn't been enough. The Council of Aeons was too powerful, too controlled.

But just as the second figure prepared to strike, a loud, booming voice echoed through the void.

"Enough."

The air around them seemed to freeze, the energy dissipating as the council members paused, turning toward the source of the voice. Morty, Rick, and Summer all looked up, their eyes widening in shock.

A new figure had appeared—tall, imposing, and draped in a dark cloak that billowed in the non-existent wind. His face was hidden, but the

presence of this newcomer was undeniable. The void itself seemed to bend around him, the strange energies of this isolated dimension responding to his arrival. The two members of the Council of Aeons froze in place, their hands still raised mid-attack, as if held in check by some unseen force.

"Who the hell is this now?" Rick muttered, lowering his blaster but keeping it ready. He eyed the newcomer with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. "Another member of the council?"

Morty, gasping for breath and still reeling from the last hit, stared at the cloaked figure, feeling an odd pull—something deeper than just power. This figure radiated authority, but there was something more, something ancient and boundless in the way he commanded the space around him. It was as if the multiverse itself recognized his presence.

The newcomer spoke, his voice calm yet impossibly deep, reverberating through the very core of the void. "I warned you, Council of Aeons, not to interfere directly."

The first council member, still frozen in place, responded, though his tone was less confident than before. "You do not dictate our actions. We have been the stewards of balance for eons, long before—"

"Long before your arrogance blinded you," the figure interrupted, his voice cutting through the council member's protest like a blade. "You meddle in affairs that have already been decided. Vaxon and Morty Smith's destinies are not for you to control."

Morty, still struggling to his feet, managed to gasp out, "Who… are you?"

The cloaked figure turned his hidden face toward Morty, and for a moment, it felt as if the void between them compressed, like he was focusing his full attention solely on Morty. "I am the Architect," he said, the weight of the name alone causing a ripple through the fabric of the space around them. "The one who watches over the multiverse—not to control, but to ensure its natural course."

Rick's eyes widened in surprise. "The Architect? I thought you were a myth—just some multiversal bedtime story to scare little dimension-hoppers."

The Architect ignored Rick's comment, turning his focus back to the Council of Aeons. "You have overstepped your bounds."

The second council member, clearly more emboldened than his companion, stepped forward, still crackling with energy. "We serve the balance of the multiverse. Morty Smith has become a threat to that balance with the powers he has tapped into. He is destabilizing realities, pulling at the very fabric of—"

"—a fabric that was already fraying," the Architect interrupted again, his voice stern. "Morty is not the cause. He is merely reacting to what you, the council, have allowed to happen by letting Vaxon and others exploit dimensional rifts unchecked."

Morty, feeling his strength slowly returning, stood up fully now, his fists clenched. "So… what does that mean? Are you saying all of this was inevitable?"

The Architect didn't answer Morty directly, instead addressing the council members once more. "Your intervention was never part of the design. Morty was meant to discover these powers, to learn their dangers, and to choose his own path. Yet, by attacking him, you've tried to force the outcome, and in doing so, you risk undoing the very balance you claim to protect."

The first council member's voice wavered. "We were only trying to prevent a catastrophe…"

"And you've come close to causing one," the Architect said sharply. He raised his hand, and instantly, the energy that had been building between the council members dissipated. The void seemed to relax, the pressure lifting as the confrontation reached a sudden, tense pause.

Rick, watching the exchange with narrowed eyes, finally chimed in. "Alright, so what now? These clowns tried to vaporize us. I'm guessing we don't just walk away and shake hands?"

The Architect turned to Rick. "They will not harm you further. Their role in this matter is over."

The second council member clenched his fists, his posture defiant. "You cannot strip us of our duty!"

"I do not need to," the Architect said calmly, though the power in his voice was undeniable. "Your influence is already waning. You failed to see the larger picture, and now you will return to your place as observers. Vaxon is no longer yours to control, and neither is Morty."

A silence followed, thick with unspoken tension. The council members looked at each other, seemingly realizing that they were overpowered, their authority questioned by an even higher force. Slowly, they stepped back, their forms fading into the void. As they disappeared, the oppressive energy they had brought with them began to lift, leaving Morty, Rick, and Summer standing alone with the Architect.

Summer finally spoke, breaking the uneasy silence. "So… what happens now? If Vaxon and Morty are part of some bigger plan, how do we stop this thing before it destroys everything?"

The Architect faced Morty once more. "Morty Smith, you have been drawn into a conflict that spans more than just the dimensions you know. The power you've accessed—the ability to harness the energies of the multiverse—is rare, but not unique. Vaxon, too, has tapped into this force, but his intentions are far more dangerous."

Morty swallowed hard, the weight of the Architect's words pressing down on him. "I… I don't want to destroy anything. I've just been trying to stop Vaxon from hurting more people."

The Architect inclined his head slightly. "I know. But power alone is not enough. The force you and Vaxon share is tied to the very structure of the multiverse. Unchecked, it can unravel realities. Vaxon seeks to reshape the multiverse in his image, to tear down the old structures and rebuild them with himself at the center. He believes this power gives him the right to control all things."

Morty clenched his fists, anger bubbling up inside him. "So we have to stop him. But how? Every time I get close, it feels like he's always a step ahead of me."

The Architect's gaze, though unseen, felt heavy on Morty. "You are stronger than you realize. But strength is not enough. You must understand that Vaxon is not simply using his power—he's drawing on the instability between dimensions. He's manipulating the cracks between realities, feeding off the chaos to increase his own abilities."

Rick stepped forward, his eyes sharp. "And let me guess—Morty's been doing the same thing, but without realizing it. That's why these Aeon dipshits got so nervous. Morty's a walking multiverse bomb waiting to go off if he loses control."

The Architect didn't deny it. "Morty, your connection to the multiverse is raw, but it is growing. If you continue to harness this power without fully understanding it, you risk falling into the same trap as Vaxon—believing that you can control everything. That way leads only to destruction."

Morty felt a chill run down his spine. "So what am I supposed to do? Just stop using my powers? Let Vaxon win?"

The Architect shook his head. "No. You must learn to channel the power without allowing it to consume you. You must find balance—between using the energy of the multiverse and respecting the boundaries it sets. If you can do this, you will be able to confront Vaxon as an equal, without tipping the scales toward chaos."

Summer, watching this unfold, crossed her arms. "Sounds great in theory, but how's Morty supposed to learn all of this while Vaxon's out there tearing dimensions apart?"

Rick smirked, his confidence returning. "Same way we always do—by hitting him where it hurts. Now we've got a better idea of what he's doing. Morty just needs to practice not blowing everything up, and we'll take care of the rest."

The Architect nodded. "Vaxon's plans are already in motion, but you have the time to prepare. Morty, you must trust in your ability to learn and adapt. If you fail, the consequences will be far-reaching."

Morty, feeling the weight of this responsibility, nodded slowly. "I'll do it. I won't let Vaxon destroy everything."

The Architect's form began to dissolve into the void, his voice lingering as he faded. "You are not alone, Morty. Remember that. Your family is your greatest strength. Trust in them, and trust in yourself."

And with that, the Architect vanished, leaving Morty, Rick, and Summer standing in the quiet void, alone once more.

Rick holstered his blaster, shaking his head. "Well, that was a trip. Guess we've got our work cut out for us, huh?"

Morty nodded, feeling the pressure of the coming fight building in his chest. But for the first time, he felt like he had a chance. He wasn't just reacting anymore—he was preparing. And with his family by his side, he knew they could take on whatever Vaxon threw at them.

Summer, stepping up beside Morty, gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "We'll figure it out, Morty. We always do."

Morty smiled, his resolve hardening. "Yeah. We will."

As they prepared to leave the remote dimension, Morty glanced one last time at the space where the Architect had stood, his mind racing with new possibilities and dangers. The battle with Vaxon was far from over, but now, Morty knew what he had to do.

He just hoped he could do it before it was too late.

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