Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"The most important task he left me was to elicit a response from you, so I improvised a bit, but it turns out you're a loser, always blaming this and that."

"Many unexpected things happen in a person's life."

"You can choose not to accept it, not to acknowledge it, not to pay attention to it, bury your head in the sand, and be like the ostrich in that silly story, but you can't blame those accidents."

"Because an accident is an accident; it can't wait for you to be mentally prepared before it happens."

After saying this, everyone in front of Jerry disappeared, leaving only him and Grandpa AI in the empty, dark sewer, where he seemed to rot like a piece of flesh forever.

However, AI Grandpa is definitely not like Grandpa. On the contrary, he is more active and doesn't think too far ahead. Even though he is a holographic projection, it doesn't stop him from sitting down next to Jerry.

"What you just said proves that you've thought about problems a lot, hasn't it?"

"If you look on the bright side, even if you just laze around in this house, occasionally acting as a shield, life is actually not too bad."

"So as an outsider who has always stayed in the Mirror City, I'm really wondering, is that so-called position of head of the family really that important to you?"

Perhaps it was because he had had too many emotional breakdowns today, or perhaps the person in front of him wasn't his real grandfather, or perhaps it was the girl's death that gave Jerry real courage after hearing what the AI ​​grandfather said.

He then looked ahead at the filthy sewage and spoke softly, in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"It's very important... I don't know how all the Ricks got to where they are today, but for a normal person..."

“I’m a man, and in all the education I received from childhood, I never cried or felt sad. I was raised like a robot because in the male world, any behavior that made me appear weak and vulnerable was seen as an invitation for everyone to bully me.”

"Similarly, everyone is telling me that as a man, you have to take responsibility, you have to be responsible for this, for that, for everything around you."

"But it wasn't until I grew up that I realized how ridiculous those words were, and that I could never change myself..."

"Before Rick Sanchez came back, I always shouldered the responsibilities that the man of the house should have. I worked, I earned money, I gave everything for the family."

"But after he came back, overnight, everyone in this family stopped seeing me."

"So yes, I am an incredibly timid and cowardly person, but I have never given up on competing with him for the position of head of the family. I will win this battle in my own way!"

Seeing Jerry's eyes grow brighter the more he talked, Grandpa AI smiled slightly.

Not bad! A coward at the same time, yet determined to fight! That's the real Jerry!

Meanwhile, Morty, who also witnessed the massive explosion in the sky, had found Sammy, who was on drugs. Although he didn't quite understand why every drug-taking environment was always poorly lit and filled with various smells, never considering sitting in a deck chair under the warm sun, slowly shortening his lifespan.

However, his older sister has become the greatest enemy of psychotropic drugs in his life.

She estimated that there were about ten kinds of dried herbs, which she rolled together in a piece of white paper, lit, and then let go of them into her lungs.

The intense stimulation did not cause her to cough while sitting on the sofa; instead, it brought a look of satisfaction to her face.

That kind of heartfelt obsession made Morty wonder why her behavior was becoming increasingly ferocious.

If she had been somewhat restrained before, now she almost always takes every opportunity to have a few.

But strangely enough, she didn't become addicted!

Addicts, just like smokers, will definitely carry some with them, but she didn't carry any; she would just take a little whenever she encountered an addiction.

"Sangmei, alright, alright, the happy time is over, it's time to return to the real world."

Sangmei, still retaining a sliver of reason, saw Morty appear, pouted, and said irritably to the person next to her, "Oh no, the spoilsport is here."

To Morty's surprise, she picked up a burning roll of psychotropic drugs and gestured for him to have some too.

Morty, who had a deep-seated aversion to this thing, was naturally unwilling to try it, as it was a habit ingrained in his very being.

"Let's go!"

"Alright..."

Seeing that Morty was unwilling to try, Sammy didn't force him. She stood up and went with Morty out of the awful place where the windows were painted black and ventilation relied entirely on the cracks in the door.

Once you return to the outside, where the air quality is a thousand times better than indoors.

I took a deep breath of the hot air.

As Sangmei staggered toward the elevator, Morty called out to her, "Are you planning to keep going like this?"

"Otherwise what? Isn't life just this shit? You have your way of living, and I have mine. Anyway, there's never been any warmth in this house, has there?" Sang Mei threw down the sentence without turning her head and continued walking towards the elevator.

Looking at his older sister, who was not yet an adult but already possessed the melancholy of an old woman, Morty's eyes filled with sadness.

He felt that the more he followed in his grandfather's footsteps, the more everything around him would drift away from him.

I've had that feeling once before.

My childhood friend, even though we're both still doing well, everything between us is forever frozen in that last photo we took together.

reason?

People who want different things will take different paths, and if they don't walk the same path, they will drift apart.

"Ugh... I can't take it anymore..."

"Fuck! There's more and more negativity in this house!"

Despite Morty's best efforts to maintain stability in the family, he found himself at a loss, let alone knowing how to solve the problem.

Chapter 394 Positive Energy Communication Language Module

Bang~

Jerry shoved the manhole cover open with his bare hands, and when he returned to the surface, his eyes were red and his eye bags were swollen, but that didn't change one fact...

He! Jerry Smith! Is determined to take over as head of the family!

I said it! Even God can't make me change my mind!!!

But first, I have to defeat Jerry, who is strong and confident, and whose face always carries a hint of contempt that is imperceptible to ordinary people!

Jerry, walking straight towards the main road, was completely unaware that the AI ​​grandpa, who was slowly emerging from the sewers behind him, was having his holographic projection disappear.

"Tsk, what a coincidence... Fate is such a bitch..."

"I hadn't found an opportunity before, but today, unexpectedly, I've gotten this once-in-a-lifetime chance..."

The grandfather, who had been comforting Jerry the whole time, stretched, took out a bottle of wine, and excitedly took a sip, as if to celebrate that he had solved another problem.

The mystical shield is successfully in place!

Once Jerry finds Mr. Smith and completes his final transformation, a timid yet determined Jerry will join Old Rick's family bucket.

Happy!

Having resolved this major family problem, Grandpa took out his phone and glanced at it, only to find that Morty had called him countless times.

"Hey... the dark matter network communication is fixed?"

"Why is he calling me so many times..."

Grandpa was initially surprised that the dark matter communication had been fixed, and then he immediately called back. However, Morty, who was in a low mood at the time, did not answer the phone.

This left Grandpa completely baffled.

This guy called me so many times just now, but now he's not answering. What does that mean?

If Grandpa hadn't been so familiar with Morty's abilities, he would have thought he should consider rescuing Morty. But since there was no danger involved and he wasn't answering the phone...

What is he trying to do?

With a puzzled mind, Grandpa soon found himself sitting on the top of a building, looking at the city engulfed in flames in the distance.

"What are you doing? Contemplating life here?"

"Yes, reflecting on this series of changes, what have they brought us, and what have they taken away?"

Upon hearing these words, which carried a deeper meaning, Grandpa cursed inwardly, then sat down beside him and took out a wine bottle.

Morty took the bottle, took a sip, and then asked his grandfather how he had managed to survive such a life until now.

Have you ever felt, without any hope of revenge, that you've wasted your entire life on a single goal, and felt it was all for nothing?

"Yes, why wouldn't there be?" Grandpa answered readily.

Then, in a somewhat agitated voice, he said, "You wouldn't understand what it feels like to be tormented every single day for decades, but if you continue like this, you'll eventually become just like I was back then."

"Because life is bitch, it always enjoys looking at once vibrant faces, choosing to bow down to anything, and doing so with relish."

"I don't know what you've been through that made you so depressed, but thinking about it is no substitute for doing it. Only by taking action can you change anything."

At this point, Grandpa paused, and with the most serious tone Morty had ever heard, he finished speaking his last words about the matter.

"Listen to me clearly!"

"Fate won't let you get something for nothing. If you really want to gain something from it, you have to put all your effort into chasing it!"

"You must ignore those external voices and the questions within yourself. You have to block out those voices, be yourself, and keep moving forward."

If you feel lost, relax and let fate guide you in a new direction.

"Hmm..." After hearing these words, Morty felt a little better, but then he became puzzled again.

When did Grandpa suddenly become so positive?

Aren't you usually a pioneer of Rick's version of disruptive education?

Do you enjoy pushing people to their limits, breaking through those limits, and ultimately being reborn from the ashes?

"Grandpa, do you have some kind of...positive energy communication language module?" Morty narrowed his eyes, and he even wanted to poke his grandpa to see if he really had such a thing.

Of course, the answer is... yes, it is!

"Close the 'Comforting Men Who Like to Make a Scene for No Reason' chat module."

As a light yet deeply hurtful remark passed by his ear, Grandpa, whose face had just been full of kindness and whose eyes were full of encouragement, reverted to being that indifferent old man.

Shaking his stiff facial muscles, Grandpa glanced at the guy and asked coldly, "Feeling better now? Suddenly feeling depressed for no reason? Are you a girl? You need to be depressed and sentimental every day, right?"

"Instead of wasting time being sentimental, why don't you team up with Jerry and complete a task that I can't finish myself? How about that?"

Morty: "I was wrong..."

Grandpa: "It's too late. Who told you to keep being so dramatic lately?"

Ultimately, under his grandfather's firm stance, Morty, who was always being dramatic for no reason, accepted a task that even his grandfather couldn't complete, with a bitter smile on his face.

As for what the mission is, we'll have to wait until Jerry and Mr. Smith decide who wins.

The two who planned to watch the battle naturally couldn't miss this epic showdown, especially since their Jerry's fighting ability was practically atrocious...