A man named Aiden Lance he just finished watch The final episode of the new season of Rick and Morty and found the concept interesting that sometimes members of the Smith family die and when suddenly a massive boulder came out of literal thin hair and crushed him to death. The next second he was sitting in front of three gods one looks like a black hole given physical shape, the other Was made of pure light The one in the middle that was holding them down, looked to be made of some kind of Space. "We are so very sorry for accidentally killing you." They all said.
"Wait, I'm dead."
"Yes," the god of light said softly, "Your life ended abruptly due to our carelessness. We were dealing with an urgent matter and accidentally dropped that boulder." The god of space held up his hands apologetically while the god of darkness just hovered there silently. "We owe you a debt,"
"Wait, I'm dead."
"Yes," the god of light said softly, "Your life ended abruptly due to our carelessness. We were dealing with an urgent matter and accidentally dropped that boulder." The god of space held up his hands apologetically while the god of darkness just hovered there silently. "We owe you a debt, so as an apology, we are willing to reincarnate you into any character and any universe you want and you can also ask for any upgrades to your new body you want."
"Really then I want to be reincarnated as Morty Smith, but not the original a different timeline where Jerry and Rick are dead Can you do that?"
The god of light nodded slowly. "A variant timeline where both Rick and Jerry have passed away... and you would step into the role of Morty Smith?" The god of space tilted his cosmic head. "Interesting choice. Usually, mortals ask for power, immortality, or wealth." The god of darkness spoke for the first time, his voice like shifting nebulas.
"I want three specific things. The first one is The Essence of the Breeder."
The god of space raised an eyebrow, the constellations shifting within his form. "The Essence of the Breeder... quite a specific set of... biological enhancements." The god of light hummed thoughtfully. "Idealized appearance, overwhelming charisma, absolute reproductive control, and... 'porn physics' where physical consequences and taboos are bypassed?" The god of darkness tilted, darkness swirling.
"next ultimate mind I should have perfect memory, and I'm smarter than Rick Sanchez."
"Perfect eidetic memory and superior intellect to Rick Sanchez?" The god of light whistled softly. "That's quite the combination with the Breeder Essence. You'd essentially be the most attractive, irresistible genius who can control reproduction and has perfect recall."
"For my last one, I want the Essence of the Binder."
"Ah, the Essence of the Binder," the god of space murmured, swirling galaxies deepening. "Absolute loyalty, command, resurrection... essentially turning others into your personal pocket dimension assets. Combined with the Breeder Essence and superior intellect to Rick. Fascinating." The god of light nodded slowly. "Your body will adapt automatically to any situation - life or death - and only in those situations ensuring survival."
The gods looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. The god of light spoke, "Your requests are unprecedented, but possible. We grant you the Essences of the Breeder, Ultimate Mind, and the Binder."
"I'm ready send me there."
"Then so be it," the god of darkness declared. The cosmos swirled around him as reality fractured, timelines collapsing into a single point. he felt his consciousness compress and expand simultaneously, data pouring into your mind - every memory, every calculation, every possibility.
A sharp intake of breath. he is standing in the Smith household, but something was immediately wrong. No, right.
He looked exactly like Morty—an exact physical match for the 14-year-old version of Rick's grandson—but everything about his presence screamed something else entirely. The mirror reflected an idealized version of adolescent male perfection: sharper jawline, eyes that glowed with intelligence, muscles subtly defined under his Morty jacket, and a presence that made the glass itself seem to shimmer.
He started feeling weaker, knowing that it was the essences upgrading him. He goes to his room quickly and fell into the bed as each one took its effect as he collapsed onto Morty's bed, waves of power crashed over him. The Essence of the Breeder surged through his veins, rewiring his biology to peak human perfection. His heart pounded, blood rushing as new muscles formed, bone structure shifted, and hormones flooded his system. A soft groan escaped his lips as he felt himself growing... everywhere.
The Essence of the Ultimate Mind came next, burning through his neurons like wildfire. Knowledge exploded in his brain - every subject Rick ever taught Morty, plus advanced calculus, quantum physics, and seven languages. Patterns and solutions clicked into place instantly. He could see the codes of reality itself.
Finally, the Essence of the Binder settled into his soul, a cold, commanding presence. It marked him as its master, granting him absolute control over any being he chose to bind. He felt a void open within him—a safe space where souls could be stored and resurrected at will.
As the upgrades finished, he lay on Morty's bed, a perfect storm of physical perfection, unmatched intellect, and supernatural control. He was no longer just a boy; he was a god in a teenager's body. His new form radiated power, demanding attention and obedience.
His body had undergone such drastic changes overnight that his clothes could no longer contain him. His shirt strained against his broadly expanded chest, sleeves barely covering his bulky biceps. His jeans threatened to split at the seams, struggling to accommodate his thickly muscled thighs and accentuated gluteus.
He slowly got up knowing that the clothes he currently has fit him. He quietly walk downstairs noticing the time 8 AM so summer and Beth probably won't up. He went to the garage and shut and locked the door. " Did Rick have a machine that let him make clothes?" he thought aloud.
His mind flashed with the answer immediately - Ultimate Mind giving him instant recall of everything Rick had ever mentioned or shown. Yes, Rick had a "Material Synthesizer" - a device capable of creating almost any object from raw matter. It was tucked away behind some covered workbench, labeled "PROPERTY OF RICK SANCHEZ - DO NOT TOUCH - DESTROYER OF WORLDS LEVEL TECHNOLOGY"
"Well, since you're dead, I guess you won't mind if I take it." He said
He approached the workbench, his fingers deftly unlocking the protective casing. The Material Synthesizer hummed to life as he activated it, its interface glowing with complex symbols and options. With a few taps, he input the specifications for new clothing—clothes that would fit his enhanced physique perfectly.
The synthesizer whirred and clicked, matter rearranging itself into sleek, form-fitting garments—t-shirts that accentuated his sculpted torso, shorts that hugged his thick thighs, and even underwear that could barely contain his enhanced... equipment. He programmed it to make anything he wanted, anytime.
Dressed in his new clothes, he exited the garage feeling like a completely different person. The fabric moved with his body effortlessly, showing off his transformed physique without being too tight or revealing. He looked like an improved version of Morty—the perfect blend of adolescence and power.
"Wait a minute portal Junior if Rick died his gun likely got destroyed so Studying some of that is probably impossible but Portal Junior on the other hand was made for Morty it should still be in the garage."
His eyes narrowed as he processed the information—Portal Junior, a device specifically designed for Morty's use, would likely still be functional even after Rick's death. With a smirk, he returned to the garage, his mind already formulating plans. He found the device exactly where Morty had left it, half-hidden behind some old boxes.With his Ultimate Mind, studying Portal Junior was embarrassingly easy. Within hours, he had reverse-engineered the entire technology—interdimensional mathematics, portal fluid chemistry, dimensional coordinates. Rick had spent decades mastering this; it took him a single morning. He pulled up the Synthesizer, programming a new, improved Portal Gun.
As the new Portal Gun materialized, its design was sleek and sophisticated—smooth curves, glowing blue crystal at the core, and a holographic interface that displayed the destination portal's environment in real-time. No more green blobs; he could see exactly what lay beyond the portal.
He heard the front door open, realizing it's probably beth and summer. He put the portal gun in his back pocket and went out to meet them.