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It started, like most of Rick’s errands, on a hostile alien world, this one called Forbodulon Prime. The mission was simple: harvest Death Crystals, rare minerals that allow whoever holds them to see every possible way they could die based on their current choices.

But when Morty snuck one into his pocket, he caught a glimpse of a specific, beautiful future. He saw himself as an old man, resting peacefully in a hospital bed. Holding his hand was Jessica, his long-time school crush, looking down at him with tear-filled eyes as she whispered, “I love you.”

In that single moment, Morty became completely consumed. He had to make this future reality.

When an unexpected accident killed Rick shortly after, Morty chose not to activate his grandfather’s clone resurrection protocol. Instead, he kept the Death Crystal strapped to his forehead, letting its shifting, glowing predictions guide his every step. If a choice led to a violent death, he avoided it. If a choice kept him on the path to Jessica’s embrace, he took it.

Driven by this romantic obsession, Morty went on a massive, highly illegal sci-fi rampage. He weaponized Rick’s most dangerous gadgets, taking down police forces and flattening anyone who stood in his way. He became a detached, remorseless criminal, acting solely on the crystal’s real-time calculations. The madness reached its peak when the real-life Jessica approached Morty, inviting him to go skinny-dipping. It was everything he had ever wanted—but the crystal showed that jumping into the lake would deviate from his “destiny.” He turned her down, sacrificing a real connection today for a guaranteed tomorrow.

Eventually, Rick’s backup systems forced a resurrection anyway. Rick intervened, snapped Morty out of his trance, and stripped the crystal away. A battered, exhausted Morty was forced back into his normal routine, comforted only by the thought that his grand sacrifice would still pay off in the end.

Then came the devastating twist.

Back at school, Morty happened to walk past Jessica as she chatted with her friends about Career Day.

“I know exactly what I want to do,” Jessica said enthusiastically. “I want to work in hospice care. I want to comfort the people who are dying who have absolutely no one else left in their lives… the real lonely people. I’m just going to look down at their name tags and say ‘I love you’ over and over.”

The realization hit Morty like a physical blow. The Death Crystal hadn’t shown him a lifetime of romance, marriage, or happiness. It had shown him a future where he dies a completely isolated, forgotten old man in a care facility—and Jessica just happened to be the nurse on duty, reading his name tag out of pity.