rabbit box

Act 1 on Reality

John expects reality to conform with his symbol language. A tree in a kid’s yard MUST have a tire swing to be authentic (1927). “A fire BELONGS in a FIREPLACE” (1950).  “ A father without a pipe is like a strapping roughneck without a toothpick. That is to say, HE IS A RATHER PISS-POOR EXCUSE FOR A ROUGHNECK IF YOU ASK ME.” (1970)

The meta-textual winking in the comic is a distraction. When John knocks over his Nana’s ashes, John understands his mistake to be a “virtual certainty” (1953) because he views the event to be the actualization of a cinematic trope. That is a character moment. That is how John sees the world.

TANGENTIAL: In the living rooom, John comments that he should “exhaust all possibilities before plunging into a DAD encounter” (1979). This is the attitude of a gamer finishing every quest in the game before facing the final boss. Earlier, John took the time to inform us that pipes are his dad symbol. So when the final boss on LOWAS is in a lair covered in pipes, we can see that John’s very concept of ultimate conflict involves confronting his dad.

This attitude is stated most concisely at the fireplace: “As domestic myth of unaccountable origin holds, a home borrows the spirit of the flame for as long as it makes a guest of it” (1950). For John, there is an essence of flame, an idea of flame, that is eternal. Every fire John has seen is simply an instance of an ideal fire-object burning away in the elsewhere. This is essential Plato’s theory of forms, but in the language of a kid who thinks movies reveal that higher reality.

I’m grappling with what this implies about putting the bunny back in the box. Dave’s gift introduces the word “authenticity” into the story, and putting the bunny back in the box clearly takes on a ritual significance for John. I don’t know what the ritual means though.

The boxes themselves tell part of the story. Jade sends her rabbit in a green box – a dead ringer for the Perfect Generic Object, marking its contents as a fundamental idea, an indivisible unit of reality. Yet Jade’s package contains the most complicated version of the rabbit, augmented through several iterations.

Is the augmented rabbit closer to it’s essential symbolic reality? Does it mean a complex idea becomes basic over time? Not sure, but I’ll keep an eye out.


058 Bun in a Box by Trillian
Via Flickr:
A Doll A Day February 2017 Treasure

C  O  R   R   U  P  C  I  Ó  N

The original tittle was ¨Corruptus¨ but it was and spanish so I´m going to keep it save. Oh my stars, this is the first time I translate ALL a chapter for my own, so don´t expect too much about my grammar or sense of time. Oh boy, this is a (now) a gift for the lovely @futagogo, for being extra nice with me! :3 
There is a cover por this fanfic, but I’m not going to submit it here; so I’ll put the plot here: ZEROVER + AU POCKET MORTYS + YAOI… that will be all…

“Let’s see. Jerry left Beth in her second pregnancy; Summer also left her to go with her father … and this Morty was left with his Rick since he was a few months old. Before that” a closer look at the screen  “Oh dear, before Beth was in a car accident due to her alcoholism, where she passed away.”

Rick (Storage Manager) carried an electronic cigarette in a hurry to his mouth and held the smoke until he could exhale naturally. He turned the screen and immediately began typing a couple more symbols. The guard just rolled his eyes in annoyance, the day was short, work was long and the timelines were endless. What if a Morty suffered a difficult life? There were hundreds of them.

“Then you say that the Rick of his dimension was intersected by the galactic police and threw this Morty into a dimension of giant killer bees in which he was 6 months until the honey collecting brigade found it. He arrived here wounded, hungry and without notion of date and time. Okay, I’ll need some information to register for the nursery and then give it up for adoption.

"He’s a grinning Morty, and I do not have your fucking time, nanny.” I have real work to do. So, do I leave him here, in the fuck, or shall I sell him to some alien accumulator?

Rick (guard) left his office to go to the ship where the victim was. Returning the door that led to the Mortys area was already open and Rick (Storage) was waiting paternally at the door with a blanket and a chocolate. The guard snorted in a mocking tone and almost tactlessly tossed the boy who almost stumbles had it not been for Storage.

“Have fun with this stupid thing.”

A look of rancor stuck in the back of the head of the guard at the moment of returning to his ship, although it was perfectly ignored. At that moment they were the only ones in the day care.

That new Morty and him.

“Are you fine?” Asked the elder while he placed the blanket and extended the chocolate, looked a few seconds to the child, but  he was far from looking like a gruesome Morty; It looked normal Like any other Morty without life destroyed or that have been lost for a lot of time with giant bees.

“Wow! T-Thank you Rick. I’m fine, it’s been a long time since anyone asked me that. "The little boy giggled nervously and sipped at the chocolate so he would not have to look at him in the face.

“What are you talking about”

"Oh, Rick, you’re so nice to me.” The older man just stared at him as he noticed Morty’s deep blush, “I mean, all the Ricks are, they’re amazing! But you’ve been the most attentive, oh geez, I-I think I’m beginning to feel something for you … c-could I hug you?

Storage was stunned. It was not easy to take care of the Mortys, especially when they had had strange experiences outside their timelines. They take a long time to take confidence in themselves; It’s an eternity for them to be able to believe in a Rick again. He himself had read the history of his dimension and it was terrible, he even bet that child came with a very strong trauma.

It was the first time he heard something like that; perhaps for pity he acceded to the request of the child and hugged him with a little disinterest, feeling the shyness of the child.

"Rick, I think everything’s going to be all right now.”

"Oh, it will be while you’re here.”

The weeks that followed were really hard, especially for Rick (Storage) in his attempt to protect the more recent Morty who he called Super Rick Fan Morty. It was tedious to discover the fanaticism that boy had towards his grandfather; His original Rick must have been an egocentric fan of himself (Super Fan Rick) and having thus bred the boy really affected him.

The point is that most of the Mortys out there hated the Ricks; And they beat the new to defend them. This had bordered him to live with the Mortys marginalized like Cup Morty, Pizza Morty or mermaid Reversed Morty; It was not bad but there was contempt.

In addition, he worry for moving away the boy from the guards and Ricks ¨interesested¨ in adopting him. For some reason, the rumor that a Ricks-like Morty was in the nursery gave everyone the impression that they could just hang out with him and then leave him there again. Fortunately and thanks in part to the Mortys (now jealous that the Ricks were looking for the new one and not them) no one misfortune had happened to him yet.

For Storage it was a bundle of nerves to have to pass close to him, because whenever he did he received compliments and pampering, at first it was excellent, but the fire of that Morty crossed the limits, was so energetic and full of energy that in a way, the only way out was to avoid it. It was there that he realized that he was doing the same to everyone else.

Marginalize him.

The garden center was not a place for a Morty as noble like him, he deserved the love of a Rick who took good care of him, someone who had that energy and in fact, it was inattentive what he had. No doubt the only important duty was to get him a foster grandfather but who would respect him properly?

What Rick would love a Morty like that?

Good luck, causality. The custodian of the playgroup school couldn’t define it. The weeks had been high on adoption and incredibly low in terms of new Mortys to offer. To some being of the multiverse it occurred to him that if they put several Mortys to fight each other would arm a mode.

So it was.

Each of the Ricks without a partner chose to have one or more Mortys, all those Mortys remainder who lay abandoned in the universe were picked up and give them home (to later put them to fight among themselves and display them as prizes). Everything was suspiciously good except for the fact that (SRF) Morty was still stranded.

This new device some Rick create was for read the status of each of the Mortys. It describes to the Ricks the background of the boys; If they had an aggressive childhood and psychophysical powers: perfect; If Beth had sent them to karate classes: even better! But if his parents split up and had been left with a lonely, drunken and selfish Rick … it left a lot to be desired, especially since that would surely bring a lot of traumas and that wasn´t something that the Ricks want to deal with.

The service horary were over, and Rick Storage was watching the TV next to his own Morty (Morty Rabbit sleeping in a box on the floor) and with (SRF) Morty lying on his lap.

This last said and repeated every so often that he was the luckiest Morty in the world since watch TV with his favorite Rick, but his tone of voice was loaded with too much sadness. There was nothing more in that place than impotence, there was nothing but disappointment.  

The weeks passed quietly, those greedy Ricks who manipulated more Mortys than they could take care of, were allowed to leave some in the nursery; And this had encouraged the solitary environment to which they had become accustomed. The manipulated Mortys were more docile and much easier to command, but they lacked originality for the most part; It was gloomy.

(SRF) Morty had become Rick Storage’s personal assistant, he helped him to accommodate the Mortys in their "rooms” upon arrival, sometimes he attended the reception by the excitement of seeing a different Rick enter the day care; And sometimes just swept the yard.

That was one of those days when they had a lot of work, apparently the game of Mortys had gotten out of control and many people were beginning to capture them not to fight, but for their own collection. There was no more space in the cubicles, since they had to be locked up in cells and there were dozens of Ricks waiting to visit their Mortys, but it was a huge job to recognize who was from whom.

At the end of the day, Storage and SRF were closing the reception, the taller one with an expression of being able to kill the devil in person and the boy with a half smile for Rick (which was bad, considering that he was always running around trying to make him laugh ).

“Good work today, Morty. Now I’ll go upstairs with my Rabbit, do you think you can mop here?

Because indeed, Rick Storage’s Morty Rabbit did not move a finger in the daycare, he always was the favorite one, the prince of the Mortys and SRF Morty the Cinderella.

“Of course, Rick” although he was exhausted he couldn’t deny anything to  his favorite Rick, who knows? he would probably be more tired than him “D-Don’t worry about that, tomorrow will be super clean just as you like”

"Until tomorrow, then” he took out a cigarette to low-stress and went to rest.

Morty put on an apron so he did not mess up his favorite blue shirt, and without further action, he did his job. He was about to return the mop and go to his cell with the others, but a sound stopped him. It was the bell at the entrance door;

He thought it was already closed.

“Hi?”  He yelled from the other side of the room, regaining his strength at the thought that maybe he was a good trainer Rick confused by visiting hours.

As the matter in fact, there wasn’t any answer but heavy steps went to the first room as he unbuttoned the apron.

“You can’t go into the store if is already closed, the visits are with in the morning and…”

It must have been a game. He had seen many Ricks, each one better than the previous, some robotic, some reptilian, but he had never seen anything like that. He was an extraordinary specimen for his eyes, his blue hair covered one eye, the other hardly noticed because of dark circles, his uniform was inked in black and his standing was the strangest he had ever seen. He looked like he would fall at any moment, but never do.

“I don’t … I don’t go out during the day, it’s not my thing”  His soft voice, a raspy whisper that shook Morty “I passed because I saw a light on, but if there is no service, I’ll leave out of here”

He turned around, almost ready to go, until the boy’s senseless shrieks stopped him in despair.

“Noonono, please, yes we do have service, if I attend you, please … stay”

Rick’s dark gaze rested for a moment on Morty and he looked straight at him, as if that would have burned him down. They both turned away for different reasons.

“What kind of Morty you want to visit? I need to go to an w-wake him up”  he asked now more uncomfortably as he took out his diary to check, but soon recalled that, had never seen that Rick before; There were no Mortys admitted recently that he would not have accommodated in cells and if that were not enough; he also didn’t know the name of that Rick.

He would have remembered it.

“I’m not coming to visit anyone. I come to borrow a Morty, I want him to clean my garage and the one I had with me was stolen by a Rick with a chip manipulator. Poor stupid Rick, that Morty was annoying”

“Wow, I don’t know if we can lend to the Mortys, if their Ricks knows, they will be very upset. But surely if you catch some Morty he will be happy to help you… it must be super fun to clean your garage.

"I don’t go out to people. It is not fun to clean the garage”

“Geez Rick, it’s difficult because although I would like to help you all the Mortys we have here have a manipulation chip, they will not listen to anyone other than their Ricks”

“I understand, I suppose I’ll have to explode my garage and build a clean one. Thank you for nothing, boy”

“No way, I’m sorry. I really want to help you, but I don’t know how!

Again the eldest turned, but this time ignoring the boy, took the handle and took a look at the floor of the place, Finally turned his attention to Morty and found him sobbing in silence as he clung to his apron (and the last memory he would have of that Rick).

"You cleaned up here?”

“Yes…” he said in a weakly voice, rubbing his eyes for the tiredness and small tears in his pout.

A moment of silence crept through the room, Morty was reassuring.

“Why don’t you come with me? Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen you have a chip… and you know how to mop”

“I-I can’t. No one Rick has ever loved me before. My favorite Rick tells me to don´t trust on the strangers Ricks” Morty looked at him in amazement and mistrust from head to toe "And it’s strange that you come here at night for a borrowed Morty”

"I don’t know what you’ve hear about the Ricks, it’s probably true, it’s not good to you to trust strangers. Anyway; I gotta go now because the garage is not going to implode itself.

"Wait! I want to go with you, no matter where you take me, no matter what you do to me, I just want a Rick who feels I own him… ”

The older man only raised his eyebrow in surprise; he thought that perhaps it had been a mistake to ask him; But there would always be a day care to return him when his patience was exhausted. He lifted his serious, disinterested face and moved away from the door.

“Let’s go, then, in a few hours more people will start to fill the streets and I don’t want be there when that happens.

After all the fatigue of the day and the unveiling of the moment his energy was recovered to 100% having to contain all his enthusiasm in a joyful shriek; All he got to take was his cap and his doll both of Rick. It was a miracle that the older man would have waited for him at the door, because he seemed to be in no mood.

And when Super Rick Fan Morty stepped outside the nursery after that whole time that seemed like an eternity, he knew he was not only free; he actually was tied to freedom.

Tied to that Rick.

Rick Zero.