Rick didn't look up. He was busy soldering a hyper-dense glowing crystal into his console. "Morty, I told you. Realities are like fast-food franchises. You burn one down, you drive a mile down the road to the next one. Don't go getting all philosophical on me because a version of your dad with a beard got clipped by the guy I’ve spent my entire life trying to find." 🏠 A Stolen Peace
was just happy to be out of his previous universe, blissfully unaware of the cosmic graveyard his family walked upon.
Morty sat opposite him, clutching his knees. He had just watched his original father, Cronenberg Jerry, get murdered by Rick Prime in cold blood. [S6E1] Solaricks
Back on Earth, the replacement Smith household was unnervingly quiet.
"He was just a piece on the board to him, Rick," Morty whispered, his voice cracking. "My real dad survived monsters, lived like a warrior, and died because I decided to drop in for a visit." Rick didn't look up
Morty walked into the kitchen, looking exhausted. He looked at his mother—both of them—and felt a heavy, suffocating wave of guilt. He had abandoned his original world, let it turn into a Cronenberg wasteland, and then watched his original family die off one by one until only he and Rick were left.
"Mom," Morty started, looking at the clone Beth. "Do you ever feel like... we are just haunting someone else's life?" Realities are like fast-food franchises
A glowing, translucent hologram of his deceased wife, Diane, flickered to life.