Battle the Universe: The Choice

Hi everybody!  This story was prompted by ysabetwordsmith and nevacaruso who wanted a headspace adventure and someone being offered a choice and taking both paths.  Happy Journeython, everybody!

The Choice


Remote hated improvising hostage situations. Lousy way to get a host; he might get a poor fit, some feeble geriatric. But his primary meatsack had been discovered, which meant the cops might find him at any minute, and his current host had diabetes, which Remote had not known beforehand. God only knew where the insulin was and the dosage; better to just get a new host.

So Remote put the gun to his head and declared, “I am Remote Control, and I have taken this body as hostage. Listen to me, and no one will get hurt.”

( This will surely end well. )

Lorry opened his eyes to a crowd of spectators, a superhero in a wheelchair, and a very nervous EMT. He felt groggy and stupid; he really wasn’t supposed to leave the front. No memory of what happened with Remote either; someone would have to fill him in later.

“How long was I out?” he asked internally.

“Not long,” Kara replied. “Don’t pull that again.”

“Are you all right?” The EMT asked.

“Ungh,” Lorry replied.

“Oh good,” the superhero in the chair said, and extended a hand. “All-Seeing Eye, Law and Justice. That was a heroic thing you did, and I have a job opportunity for you…”