"Money Equals Science"

Authors note: I decided to write today anyway :D

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Yesterday morning, I had obtained the bubonic plague from one of Rick's missions.

Although its power was great, having the ability to wipe out an entire planet in its larger size something this dangerous and out of control was useless to him, easily able to backfire in his face.

knowledge is power, and in a world where science equals knowledge, I knew I had to acquire something to benefit my creations. 

I had contemplated for a while now, planning on using it towards a better cause, then an idea struck.

"I needed funding".

Without an insane amount of money I'd be forever under the powerhouse of the series, and simply having wealth just made life easier.

It was the middle of the day and I had just walked into rick's garage. Stepping into the room I scanned the place, rick wasn't there yet. Knowing this I headed towards the ship that was now parked in the garage.

In order to sell this literal death machine, he had to find a market, and knowing rick's ship had connections to markets where I could sell this. thinking back on the episode where he sold dark matter to that alien terrorist, I knew I could find a similar buyer for this plague.

I stood infront of the ship with a resolved expression on my face.

With deep caution, I stood in front of the ship."Hey space cruiser I need your help."

The ship's AI hummed to life, its sensors scanning me. "What do you require assistance with?" it asked, its voice having a womanly charm attached.

I hesitated for a moment, weighing my words carefully. "I need access to your intergalactic black market contacts. Specifically, those dealing in biological weapons."

The ship's AI was silent for a beat. "That information is restricted. Rick has explicitly forbidden me—"

"Override code Alpha-Nine-Seven-Delta" I interrupted, hoping the code I'd overheard Rick mumbling in his drunken stupor would work.

There was a small pause, then a soft beep. "Override accepted. Accessing restricted databases."

A holographic display flickered to life before me, showcasing a list of shady characters and their specialties. I scrolled through, my eyes widening at the potential buyers for my plague, I'd need to find the closest, and .

"Narrow it down," I said, analyzing the aliens I was presented.

The ship's AI complied, filtering the list based on proximity and potential interest in biological weapons. A few names stood out, but one caught my eye: Krombopulos Michael.

"Him," I said, pointing to the entry. "He's perfect."

"Contacting Krombopulos Michael," the ship announced. "Establishing secure connection."

My heart raced as I waited. This was it. My first major move in this universe, and it could either set me up for success or blow up in my face spectacularly.

The hologram flickered, and suddenly I was face-to-face with the enthusiastic Gromflomite assassin. His compound eyes seemed to light up with interest.

"Well, hello there!" Krombopulos Michael chirped. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I swallowed hard, steeling my determination.

"I heard you dealt in killings, I've got a weapon that could erase almost anyone without any obvious traces." I told him with a stoic look on my face.

Krombopulos Michael's eyes widened with intrigue. "Oh my, that does sound fascinating! I do love me some untraceable methods. What exactly are we talking about here?"

I leaned in closer to the hologram displayed, lowering my voice. "It's a highly concentrated form of the bubonic plague. Extremely potent, able to wipe out entire planets if unleashed at full strength. But in smaller doses, it can take out a single target without raising suspicion."

The assassin's mandibles clicked excitedly. "Now that's what I call innovation! I'm always in the market for new tools of the trade. How much are you asking for this little beauty?"

I paused for a short while not having thought that far ahead. Luckily for me I quickly, recalled the going rates for illegal weapons in the show making short calculations in no time. "How about... 3000 flurbos?"

Krombopulos Michael let out a audible laugh

The laughter caught me off guard. Had I misjudged the value? I waited for his response to judge it's true value.

"Oh, my dear boy," he said, wiping a tear from one of his compound eyes. "For something of that caliber? You're selling yourself short! I'll give you 12,000 flurbos, and that's my final offer."

I tried to hide my shock. I knew how much 12,000 flurbos was really worth and realized I'd made a mistake on the price due to it's sheer amount "Deal," I said, attempting to sound cool and collected.

"Excellent!" Krombopulos Michael exclaimed. "I'll send you the coordinates for the exchange. And might I say, it's refreshing to deal with someone so... young in the business. You've got potential kid."

As the hologram flickered off, I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. This was it, my first major score.

Now that funding was more or less secured I needed to begin finishing my own ship as soon as possible. It was slow when compared to ricks with it barely reaching light speed in its current form.

I nodded to myself, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through my veins. With the coordinates received and the deal set, I knew I had to move quickly. Rick could return at any moment, and I couldn't risk him discovering my plans.

"Ship," I said, turning back to the AI. "I need you to keep this transaction off the records. Can you do that for me?"

There was a brief pause before the AI responded, "Affirmative. All traces of this communication will be erased from my databanks."

"Good," I muttered, already planning my next move. "Now, I need you to give me the location of Rick's hidden stash of parts. The ones he uses for his more... experimental projects."

The ship's AI hesitated. "That information is also restricted. Are you sure you want to proceed?"

I took a deep breath. "Override code Alpha."

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