Charlotte could feel her headache growing worse. "So to summarize, sir…"
Her (VERY eccentric) boss leaned back, sipping his tea. "Feel free."
She began counting the chaos. "You passed away six times… And then both died and were reborn when you were sort of adopted by an undefinable young boy who was wandering by our reality at the time."
What even was this? "At which point, everything in existence noticed your adoption and decided to use you as some sort of avatar or hand of fate to clear up 'annoyances', such as the former 'Mister Sinister' who recently attacked our facility."
Jeremiah hummed. "I mean, I would have done all the things I did anyway… I WAS going a bit odd with all the rage and racism and stuff towards the end, that needed to be cleaned up… But yes, basically. Nothing FORCED me to make all those decisions, but I'm pretty sure reality was helping us out a lot along the way for whatever reasons."
…Which would explain how stupendously successful the many legal cases were working out in the court system, to the point where a few judges and jurors had to recuse themselves due to their own secretive scandals 'somehow' becoming public knowledge just before they had a chance to try and become a roadblock.
She'd just assumed it was good luck and the actions of others with similar motivations as her superior, but… It was a bit much to accept. "And this 'grandson' of yours? I assume there will be some sort of cost or bill to pay for his assistance."
The old man snorted. "What, John? That little brat doesn't think that far ahead. No, he helped me because I was there and convenient for letting him stick around a bit and test some of his recent patches, stuff to fix up some injuries from way back when… But that boy doesn't really understand finance."
She could hear him grumble even harder as he stared at nothing. "Frankely a bill or similar would be EASIER to handle, but that boy doesn't really understand costs or limitations or the market! He cheats, that's what he does! Half his past 'success stories' only had his various market endeavors succeed because he keeps breaking the laws of conservation and generates infinite amounts of basically free resources! He's getting lazy, that's what it is."
She blinked. "Lazy?"
He nodded! "Back then we had to LEARN about the market, feel the waves of commerce with our toes as we hacked into new profitable endeavors! Had to make sacrifices and sell things and services at a loss to grow a consumer base, needed to detect and bypass attempts from our competitors to move in on our turf!"
Jeremiah pointed at her. "But recently? Oh, 'I want to sell sandwiches' or whatever, how about we just provide unlimited ingredients at beyond impossible quality for free? And some storage that will keep everything fresh forever, and maybe robots or AIs or magical sex goddesses that never need paychecks or breaks or whatnot. Lazy."
He slumped back in his seat. "Anyway, I already sent his older sister, Jessica, a big rant about it. She'll pull him back in line, I have no doubt… That boy can't learn ANYTHING if he keeps throwing cash at his problems, or the equivalent of him pulling such antics. Sure, it may be easy mode, but what do you GAIN from doing that? Nothing I tell you! Resource management is an important life lesson, even if you are somehow empowered with impossible abilities that can single handedly form a post scarcity society. You shouldn't skimp on the basics!"
…Which was a fair point. "A sister? So your newly adopted grandson has a sister?" Her mind felt a bit numb with shock. "You have TWO adopted grandkids now?"
The old man looked a bit shifty. "Technically I have three, that brat and his two girlfriends filed the adoption papers for you at some point too. Not that it matters, you were already in my will and all that mess anyway, took care of that years ago… Just, you know, officially now. You won't easily get rid of me after all, kid!"
Oh.
She couldn't fully suppress the smile. "Should I be calling you 'paw-paw' then, sir?"
He nearly snorted his tea! "Gah! Don't you get sassy now brat! Use 'Sir', 'Grandpa', or nothing, alright? Calling me 'Gramps' or something like that, good grief! Paw-paw makes me sound like a bear or something."
Don't laugh, hold it in! "Anything you wish, Grampy Wickles!"
Jeremiah glared at her trying not to snerk! "You're lucky I didn't rename you Charlotte Wickles and have all the other brats tease you like they did me! Going with Clearwater is FAR better than being a 'Wickle Baby', be grateful damn it!"
Wait, he could have… "You wouldn't have."
He sniffed as he raised his chin. "I've done far more petty things for far less reasonable reasons!"
…True. "Sorry, grandpa."
He nodded, but couldn't help looking happy despite himself. "Yeah well… Just be sure to watch yourself when your new brother John stops by in the future. That boy attracts chaos like a judge does bribes, I don't want you picking up any bad habits now, you hear me?"
She absently nodded… It was so ODD to consider Jeremiah Wickles her actual grandpa now, but not in a bad way. But having a new brother and sister?
…Wait. "My brother has TWO girlfriends!?"
The old grump laughed! "Yeah, he's leaving you behind! You best find three men or women or whatever and get to dating, wouldn't want to be outdone by that brat, would we?"
WHAT!? "GRANDPA!"
"HA!"
~~~Pocket System~~~
John awkwardly returned to the conference room.
Grace was glowing happily, literally, in her chair.
Temptation was zoned out, slumped in her seat while giggling occasionally.
And his sister was giving him amused and KNOWING looks that he wasn't going to deal with right now. "So, how are we altering the Transfer module to avoid the next Realm from pulling shenanigans like this again? I thought we really cranked up ALL the security and secrecy options already."
His sister (thankfully) accepted the topic without comment. "As I said before, that was part of the issue. We were SO quiet that it wrapped back around to blindingly obvious and attention grabbing…"
Jessica tapped the table and data was displayed in the simulation. "Souls migrate in and out of Realms all the time. Or spawn spontaneously, or meld or breed or all sorts of stuff. Most of the time it never matters, as most people don't retain memories from before they are born, but all sorts of odd situations already happen that we should have been blending in with."
John nodded as he scrolled through the information. "So basically we should have become one with the crowd of background noise instead of trying to force everyone to agree we didn't exist."
She pointed at him. "Exactly! Some random detail behind the action is easy to slip past, but we were basically gripping the Realm by the balls and screaming 'YOU CAN NOT SEE US DOING THIS!' as loud as we could. Which actually sort of worked to an extent, but was such an unexpected situation that the entire Realm focused down on the one person who didn't exist who kept asking questions about who they should be if they DID exist and what the place was like even though they were TOTALLY never here and… Yeah."
Good grief. "Meanwhile, if I had blended in with the random people that slip in and out accidentally all the time…"
She nodded. "Then the Realm would have answered our questions and sent us on our way via automated processes, yes."
Damn it. "So this is ANOTHER situation where I caused myself problems by trying too hard and succeeding too well at something."
Jessica shrugged. "It's why we did this test run in the first place, you know. To work the kinks out of everything."
Temptation started cackling. "Hehehe, Kinks. Heh."
Damn it woman! "ANYWAY, I want to stick around a little bit to make sure Charlotte and Gramps are alright for us to move on, leave them a mailbox or two so they can stay in touch, and ask the old man to get me some samples to scan."
He'd passively been scanning everything around himself when he was Jeremiah, but that old man spent most of his time recovering and hadn't seen much. "This place has some materials and energies that probably only exist in places like this where the laws controlling reality are so odd, but I want to see if we can get some reproducible patterns to maybe adjust them enough that they'd hopefully work in future Realms."
Jessica nodded even as she opened the documents related to local System online research scanning. "I've been working with 'grandpa' while you three were… Busy…"
Damn it, stop wiggling your eyebrows! They were NOT going to talk about that!
She snorted. "And I've already had him put in some orders for some rare plants and whatnot. I waited to request any advanced materials or radioactive stuff until you were available to give an opinion on what to aim for, since I expect you will snack on a few and I won't be able to judge the tastiness of some block of metal."
Aww… "Thanks sis."
His sister shrugged. "It's no problem… Speaking of 'potential problems', you three DID use protection, yes?"
Grace spoke up before he could say anything. "All of us are infertile until we decide otherwise, both biologically and digitally. We also adjusted some of our Body designs for a more pleasurable mrmmph MURPHM!" "THANK YOU GRACE, THAT IS ENOUGH!"
God damn it girl! Don't share stuff like that, this was his SISTER! Sheesh!
Temptation just giggled at the side, still too out of it to make this even more embarrassing… Thank goodness.
John coughed while ignoring his amused sibling entirely. "ANYWAY, let me go over the options here…"
And then found himself fascinated by the options available.
Seriously, some of the stuff the System found online sounded mythical! Or even more impossible than that, since Magic was a real thing in this Realm and even THEN this stuff was impressive!
For example, this
Proto-Adamantium material, which was made from an adamantium-vibranium alloy… They probably couldn't buy that.
The stuff was claimed to be supposedly indestructible, but ALSO declared impossible to ever recreate and was currently being used as a stupid way to block bullets by this Captain America dude… So purchasing it was likely off the table.
Maybe he could bribe the Captain to stop by somewhere local and do a meet and greet for kids? Heroes did things like that, right?
It would be far more accessible to try and get samples of the two components,
Adamantium and
Vibranium… But it would also be expensive, and might require using some of Wickle's Industries black market connections. Still, doable.
At least there WERE some amazing options available for basically nothing locally, like
Carbonadium. Sure it was a little radioactive, but he could work around that and the material itself had near magical qualities which made all the effort worth his time.
Not to mention there was stuff like alien metal, supposedly? But this Uru stuff might just be random internet babble, so it probably wasn't worth wasting time trying to get scans of that stuff.
And alien stuff in general… Yeah, that was a better plan! "How hard would it be for us to get alien stuff to scan and taste? Many of these other options are just normal earth metals with slightly improved attributes, other than the top dozen or so that break all the rules."
Jessica blinked. "Well, I suppose it would depend? It's hard to document that sort of thing with all the various cover up operations trying to pretend that aliens 'Aren't that big a deal', let me take a look and see what the options are."
Great! He was really looking forward to this, the extraterrestrial junk might have flavors never before eaten by man before!
Uh, if men could eat random metal and acids and plastics and crystals and stuff. Without dying or exploding or whatever.
Ooh, there had been a few invasions! There were probably whole LANDFILLS stuffed with tasty treats from these 'Chitauri' guys! And fun gadgets too!
What would
Chitauri technology offer after a bit of testing? The species were shapeshifters after all, they'd HAVE to find fun materials just to adapt to their needs, not to mention their ships had been documented as doing all sorts of neat things.
Plus they were earth invaders, so John probably wouldn't get in trouble for eating their stuff! This was a great idea! "Keep an eye open for any leads on Chitauri materials, I bet there's still a bunch left over even after all the bad guys and government agents tried to confiscate the lot of it."
Jessica blinked. "I'm sure they wouldn't have left stuff like that lying around, I'm pretty sure those guys had ships that could travel faster than light… MIB wouldn't have left things like that around to cause problems later on."
John waved her off. "You underestimate how MUCH crap was dumped on this planet when they invaded. Some of these invading forces were the size of whales! Whales that could fly, SKY whales!"
So cool! "Sure they'll likely take out anything that looks like computers or energy tanks or generators or whatever, but that still leaves enough materials to overflow a city or two with raw mass."
John Doe, culinary explorer of the multiverse, pointed at the data. "They had to put that scrap somewhere, and I want to eat it."
His sister snorted. "Alright, alright, you have a good point. Let me look up some alien invader flying artificial space whale battleships for you to nom on while you get back to work making a priority list for which materials we should ask Grandpa to find for us."
Hell yeah! He was going to eat some MECHANICAL SPACE WHALE! WOO!