With Rick Prime's mind integrated into mine—every blueprint, every stray thought, every half-finished concept—my head sometimes feels like a warehouse overflowing with genius-level innovations. Dangerous innovations. Reckless innovations. But useful.
One invention in particular had been humming in the back of my mind for months:the Meeseeks Box.
Rick Prime's version was chaotic brilliance—simple in design, catastrophic in potential, and powered by principles that shouldn't logically coexist in one device. The mathematics alone looked like they were scribbled by someone drunk on four different dimensions at once.
But with my current intellect?It was almost… cute.
It still took me a few months to get the materials right. Even with the Reality Stone smoothing over most of the impossible chemistry, certain components refused to exist unless they felt like it. But eventually, everything snapped into place.
A small cube.Bright blue.Friendly-looking.
A device capable of summoning an entity who exists for one purpose, fulfills it, and dies.Or vanishes. Or collapses. Or whatever metaphysical loophole counts as Meeseeks expiration.
Most people would balk at the ethics.Most people aren't me.
I set the cube on my desk beside my portal gun, watching the faint glow beneath its surface pulse like a heartbeat. Even dormant, it radiated a kind of cartoonish desperation, the "please-give-me-a-purpose" energy that only a Meeseeks could ever truly embody.
Rick Prime made this thing because he could.I improved it because I understand it.
My version is safer—no paradox loops, no escalating suffering cycles, no destabilizing dimensional shrieks when the task becomes too abstract. They work smarter, faster, and burn out cleanly like a snuffed candle.
A perfectly efficient tool.
And with the Reality Stone?Fabrication was trivial.Replicating the quantum-fabric core was even easier.The hardest part was keeping the Meeseeks themselves from being too eager.
I tapped the box lightly.It purred.
In the right hands, it's a marvel.In the wrong hands?It's a catastrophe waiting politely for instructions.
Good thing I'm the smartest being in the multiverse—and I trust myself more than anyone else ever could.