Meme Doc P.H.D
Multi Sharp: Whiteout #2 (Car Variant)
January 2020:
It’s nearly been a year since the dimensional encounter. Now that I’ve rejoined the Flickr Fighters under various circumstances, there has been the imminent threat I’ve been facing personally:
Salient. The same man I was but from another dimension, much more cruel, evil and tainted. I’ve had encounters with him since then.
Which leads me to think that I need to strengthen my team—the black ops, which I formed in the last half of 2019, June, precisely, but it never really got any team building since I was still on long vacation till Phorus and the actual Dr Gravestein showed up.
Doc: “1 missed call from Jacky. You’ve got a shipment to deliver from Anchorage.”
Multi: “Hold up on that one. Tell him to send it right now—the anti-contagion samples should be here.”
Doc: “I’m at John Hopkins. My research team is available anytime. We’re going to work on the cure for the homeless in no time. Get some break, John. Some sunshine.”
Multi: “I’m worn out from the mission. I need to head back to Advent City in two days.”
Doc: “I can’t accompany you. Ask Viva. She’s your designated AI. And remember to feed the dog. I left some food a week ago.”
Multi: “Alright, thanks man.”
Doc: “I gotta hang up now. You do you. Always welcome.”
I sigh, staring at the ceiling after doing my quick morning workout. Life is surely busy since the formation, and since my relocation to Baltimore. Doc got a nice transfer so I guess he’s got an official job for now.
My company split, but I still retained some of the employees, as we built a new one again here. Thankfully going to Advent City doesn’t require that long because I’ve got the teleporters working.
I wake up two days later, laying on my couch after a hard night’s work, and hanging out with my dog, Sonny and my AI, Viva.
Doc: Jon, with the last shipment we’ll be able to help out the last batch of people. Corona is in effect and this is worse than it’s supposed to be. I have no idea how you’re gonna we’re all gonna get through this though…
Multi: “Only one can hope.”
***
Late April, 2020:
Three months later, I’ve been caught up with the third season of Westworld. Our work doesn’t stop like giving cures. Bailey, Doc’s 8 year old niece, was left in my care as I was her godfather. Her mother is a technician, and her job often required last shifts like her brother. Since I was available when needed, I went over to her house for the day.
Bailey: Uncle Jon! Can I play with Sonny and video games?
Multi: “Have you finished your work yet?”
Bailey: “Yes!”
Multi: “Okay good, I’m almost done making dinner, you can play if you want.”
She starts up her PS4 as I bring the food and chips near the desk. We sit down on the floor as Viva, my AI computer, helps prepare with Sonny’s food.
Multi: “What are we playing today? A Lego game?”
Bailey: “Yeah, the complete saga. It’s my favourite!”
Multi: “I knew you liked superhero stuff. Same like me, we’re nerds but your uncle isn’t.”
Bailey: “He doesn’t like it, I know he has powers like you…but what about me?”
Multi: “Have you talked to your mom about it?”
Bailey: “Nah, she’d kill me if she finds out…the girls at school think I’m a weirdo anyways...I don’t have much friends.”
Multi: “Well that’s fair, I don’t have much as well but you gotta take steps to becoming a superhero, right?”
Bailey: “Yup. Uncle Jon, the food was pretty good, are you gonna play as Lando?”
Multi: “Yeah sure I’ll be Lando, but just play around first—I’ll be doing some dishes.”
Suddenly my comm rings as the screen shows a live feed of an explosion.
Multi: “Viva, take care of Bailey and everything else. There’s a villain in town.”
Viva: “Yes sir, that is noted.”
Bailey: “Stay safe, uncle Jon.”
Multi: “I will.”
I get through the backdoor and suit up as quick as possible, before jumping on a nearby roof. My watch scans for evidence, realizing Faceglass is in town for..a rematch?
He stands by a gas station, using his shards to blow it up and causing a big fire. I notify Doc about the situation as well as her mother to keep it handy.
Multi: “Dodds, you’re really slobbering on your appetizer like that? Why are you even here anyways?”
Faceglass: “Revenge, of course. I just took town a construction building, just for the sake of trying to get approved.”
Multi: “Oh well, that’s your etiquette anyways. I like the makeup though. Looks good on you.”
Faceglass: “I…shut up, Sharp!”
He hates the mockery about his face, that’s why. From the facial surgery to our battles, it’s quite never-ending. He came close to injuring me once when he used sand to pierce my body, and that did hella hurt.
But he can’t be here for revenge. It’s either for a bank robbery, whatever his narcissistic goals take him, or Salient’s plans. I guess I do need to ask him.
Multi: “C’mon Dodds, just explain to me why we’re doing this pointless exchange of glass and energy.”
Faceglass: “Plain old revenge. You know me.”
Multi: “I’m sorry is that every line you use in your job interviews?”
Faceglass: “I…no, no no! Of course not. I go after for handsome people like you, because stalking’s in my blood. Thos workers didn’t agree with my face.”
Multi: “Not the most plausible excuse, honestly. You’ve forgotten the therapy sessions we did a lot together as buddies…”
Faceglass: “I’m after a person who isn’t you, okay?! Not your face, it’s your friend!”
Multi: “The doctor?”
He launches a barrel of shards towards me as I generate an energy shield, managing to hold it off as turn invisible, unleashing my left hand’s energy punch and slams him across the road. A woman closely stands but I nod to her scared face as she runs away.
Amidst the flames, I walk towards his unconscious body. He seems to be knocked out from the effort but I realize a body emerging. I grab my gun from my pocket, only to see Doc kneeling over Dodds, his eyes in grey as he places his palm on his face.
What is even going on?
Multi: “Doc? What the heck are you even doing here?”
Doc: “I teleported all the way across. Rene’s back home now, so thanks for that.”
Multi: “How’d you do that anyways?”
Doc: “What do you mean?”
Multi: “Your eyes were white…it’s like you were draining him. Normally you don’t have that power and often you use gadgets or your physician skills.”
Doc: “No idea, Jon. I didn’t drain him like Rogue did, I just touched his face and he knocked out.”
Multi: “The heck?”
Doc: “We’ll talk about this when we get home. I’ve called the authorities…”
**Flickr Fighters base, Advent City, New York, 12:16: P.M**
Viva: “Sir, it shows no vital signs of Doc’s abilities have gone haywire. Though now it has turned his right arm permanently gray.”
Multi: “Right. I think we should contact Ethereal, no?”
Viva: “That would be a good idea. Perhaps, some meditation first?”
Multi: “In a bit.”
I walk down the aisles of the FF’s halls, with Doc behind me.
Recur: “Mr Sharp! You’re back! I hope quarantine has been treating you well.”
Flex: “Welcome home again!”
Rift: “We’re glad to see you here again, Multi. And Doc as well.”
I am surrounded with questions and greetings as my teammates from the black ops and the main group follow me around, which until it gets to lunchtime, I hang around at the cafeteria until deciding to attend to some…recent matters.
Viva says he’s been having an intake of food, so that’s good. Doc’s been experimenting on himself in the labs right after we landed, so I’d be checking on him.
Multi: “What’s up with you having those powers anyway?”
Doc: “I don’t know, I did my own self-diagnosis…it’s been going on for weeks.”
Multi: “And you haven’t bothered to tell me while we’re saving the world? Not even to Rene? Or Bailey?”
Doc: “I know my niece is developing something, my sister doesn’t…I thought I hadn’t been in line of passing powers on like her father.”
Multi: “Isn’t he dead? What about your parents?”
Doc: “I did a DNA sweep, there’s no genes in them. I asked Bailey to give a blood sample willingly to test for it. I don’t even know what’s that power but if I had a latent jumpstart, that’s what I’m doing.”
Multi: “So you hide these secrets behind me? I’m not taking credit alone for apprehending Dodds, but your power is unstable, we don’t know. It just looked like you took his life.”
Doc: “I didn’t mean to, okay? Jon, give me a break, I’m working on it, alright? Don’t worry…”
***
I sigh as I leave the hall and go to my room to meditate. Another session with the energy realm. Ethereal says that Doc’s power was also unknown to her as she couldn’t detect it. She says it might be a healing power, even if I could try to sense his, it won’t work because it’s a different set.
Half an hour later I receive a new alert for a mission again, in Prague. Bummer. I run to the assembly hall for the briefing. LC says it’s a black ops thing, so I assemble Sapphire, Rong0, Mystery and Milan for the mission. Doc’s staying out so I ask Viva to keep an eye on him, as well as LC.
Multi: “I hope he’s staying safe though, just don’t go building extra security cameras around, Ben.”
LC: “I value everyone’s privacy, of course. But yeah, I’ll let you know if Viva and I find anything.”
Multi: “Alright, see you later.”
(To be continued…..)
(This issue is also partially dedicated to me and my godmother’s favourite Pomeranian, Sonny, who passed away a month ago on the 10th.)
Multi Sharp: Whiteout #2 (Car Variant)
January 2020:
It’s nearly been a year since the dimensional encounter. Now that I’ve rejoined the Flickr Fighters under various circumstances, there has been the imminent threat I’ve been facing personally:
Salient. The same man I was but from another dimension, much more cruel, evil and tainted. I’ve had encounters with him since then.
Which leads me to think that I need to strengthen my team—the black ops, which I formed in the last half of 2019, June, precisely, but it never really got any team building since I was still on long vacation till Phorus and the actual Dr Gravestein showed up.
Doc: “1 missed call from Jacky. You’ve got a shipment to deliver from Anchorage.”
Multi: “Hold up on that one. Tell him to send it right now—the anti-contagion samples should be here.”
Doc: “I’m at John Hopkins. My research team is available anytime. We’re going to work on the cure for the homeless in no time. Get some break, John. Some sunshine.”
Multi: “I’m worn out from the mission. I need to head back to Advent City in two days.”
Doc: “I can’t accompany you. Ask Viva. She’s your designated AI. And remember to feed the dog. I left some food a week ago.”
Multi: “Alright, thanks man.”
Doc: “I gotta hang up now. You do you. Always welcome.”
I sigh, staring at the ceiling after doing my quick morning workout. Life is surely busy since the formation, and since my relocation to Baltimore. Doc got a nice transfer so I guess he’s got an official job for now.
My company split, but I still retained some of the employees, as we built a new one again here. Thankfully going to Advent City doesn’t require that long because I’ve got the teleporters working.
I wake up two days later, laying on my couch after a hard night’s work, and hanging out with my dog, Sonny and my AI, Viva.
Doc: Jon, with the last shipment we’ll be able to help out the last batch of people. Corona is in effect and this is worse than it’s supposed to be. I have no idea how you’re gonna we’re all gonna get through this though…
Multi: “Only one can hope.”
***
Late April, 2020:
Three months later, I’ve been caught up with the third season of Westworld. Our work doesn’t stop like giving cures. Bailey, Doc’s 8 year old niece, was left in my care as I was her godfather. Her mother is a technician, and her job often required last shifts like her brother. Since I was available when needed, I went over to her house for the day.
Bailey: Uncle Jon! Can I play with Sonny and video games?
Multi: “Have you finished your work yet?”
Bailey: “Yes!”
Multi: “Okay good, I’m almost done making dinner, you can play if you want.”
She starts up her PS4 as I bring the food and chips near the desk. We sit down on the floor as Viva, my AI computer, helps prepare with Sonny’s food.
Multi: “What are we playing today? A Lego game?”
Bailey: “Yeah, the complete saga. It’s my favourite!”
Multi: “I knew you liked superhero stuff. Same like me, we’re nerds but your uncle isn’t.”
Bailey: “He doesn’t like it, I know he has powers like you…but what about me?”
Multi: “Have you talked to your mom about it?”
Bailey: “Nah, she’d kill me if she finds out…the girls at school think I’m a weirdo anyways...I don’t have much friends.”
Multi: “Well that’s fair, I don’t have much as well but you gotta take steps to becoming a superhero, right?”
Bailey: “Yup. Uncle Jon, the food was pretty good, are you gonna play as Lando?”
Multi: “Yeah sure I’ll be Lando, but just play around first—I’ll be doing some dishes.”
Suddenly my comm rings as the screen shows a live feed of an explosion.
Multi: “Viva, take care of Bailey and everything else. There’s a villain in town.”
Viva: “Yes sir, that is noted.”
Bailey: “Stay safe, uncle Jon.”
Multi: “I will.”
I get through the backdoor and suit up as quick as possible, before jumping on a nearby roof. My watch scans for evidence, realizing Faceglass is in town for..a rematch?
He stands by a gas station, using his shards to blow it up and causing a big fire. I notify Doc about the situation as well as her mother to keep it handy.
Multi: “Dodds, you’re really slobbering on your appetizer like that? Why are you even here anyways?”
Faceglass: “Revenge, of course. I just took town a construction building, just for the sake of trying to get approved.”
Multi: “Oh well, that’s your etiquette anyways. I like the makeup though. Looks good on you.”
Faceglass: “I…shut up, Sharp!”
He hates the mockery about his face, that’s why. From the facial surgery to our battles, it’s quite never-ending. He came close to injuring me once when he used sand to pierce my body, and that did hella hurt.
But he can’t be here for revenge. It’s either for a bank robbery, whatever his narcissistic goals take him, or Salient’s plans. I guess I do need to ask him.
Multi: “C’mon Dodds, just explain to me why we’re doing this pointless exchange of glass and energy.”
Faceglass: “Plain old revenge. You know me.”
Multi: “I’m sorry is that every line you use in your job interviews?”
Faceglass: “I…no, no no! Of course not. I go after for handsome people like you, because stalking’s in my blood. Thos workers didn’t agree with my face.”
Multi: “Not the most plausible excuse, honestly. You’ve forgotten the therapy sessions we did a lot together as buddies…”
Faceglass: “I’m after a person who isn’t you, okay?! Not your face, it’s your friend!”
Multi: “The doctor?”
He launches a barrel of shards towards me as I generate an energy shield, managing to hold it off as turn invisible, unleashing my left hand’s energy punch and slams him across the road. A woman closely stands but I nod to her scared face as she runs away.
Amidst the flames, I walk towards his unconscious body. He seems to be knocked out from the effort but I realize a body emerging. I grab my gun from my pocket, only to see Doc kneeling over Dodds, his eyes in grey as he places his palm on his face.
What is even going on?
Multi: “Doc? What the heck are you even doing here?”
Doc: “I teleported all the way across. Rene’s back home now, so thanks for that.”
Multi: “How’d you do that anyways?”
Doc: “What do you mean?”
Multi: “Your eyes were white…it’s like you were draining him. Normally you don’t have that power and often you use gadgets or your physician skills.”
Doc: “No idea, Jon. I didn’t drain him like Rogue did, I just touched his face and he knocked out.”
Multi: “The heck?”
Doc: “We’ll talk about this when we get home. I’ve called the authorities…”
**Flickr Fighters base, Advent City, New York, 12:16: P.M**
Viva: “Sir, it shows no vital signs of Doc’s abilities have gone haywire. Though now it has turned his right arm permanently gray.”
Multi: “Right. I think we should contact Ethereal, no?”
Viva: “That would be a good idea. Perhaps, some meditation first?”
Multi: “In a bit.”
I walk down the aisles of the FF’s halls, with Doc behind me.
Recur: “Mr Sharp! You’re back! I hope quarantine has been treating you well.”
Flex: “Welcome home again!”
Rift: “We’re glad to see you here again, Multi. And Doc as well.”
I am surrounded with questions and greetings as my teammates from the black ops and the main group follow me around, which until it gets to lunchtime, I hang around at the cafeteria until deciding to attend to some…recent matters.
Viva says he’s been having an intake of food, so that’s good. Doc’s been experimenting on himself in the labs right after we landed, so I’d be checking on him.
Multi: “What’s up with you having those powers anyway?”
Doc: “I don’t know, I did my own self-diagnosis…it’s been going on for weeks.”
Multi: “And you haven’t bothered to tell me while we’re saving the world? Not even to Rene? Or Bailey?”
Doc: “I know my niece is developing something, my sister doesn’t…I thought I hadn’t been in line of passing powers on like her father.”
Multi: “Isn’t he dead? What about your parents?”
Doc: “I did a DNA sweep, there’s no genes in them. I asked Bailey to give a blood sample willingly to test for it. I don’t even know what’s that power but if I had a latent jumpstart, that’s what I’m doing.”
Multi: “So you hide these secrets behind me? I’m not taking credit alone for apprehending Dodds, but your power is unstable, we don’t know. It just looked like you took his life.”
Doc: “I didn’t mean to, okay? Jon, give me a break, I’m working on it, alright? Don’t worry…”
***
I sigh as I leave the hall and go to my room to meditate. Another session with the energy realm. Ethereal says that Doc’s power was also unknown to her as she couldn’t detect it. She says it might be a healing power, even if I could try to sense his, it won’t work because it’s a different set.
Half an hour later I receive a new alert for a mission again, in Prague. Bummer. I run to the assembly hall for the briefing. LC says it’s a black ops thing, so I assemble Sapphire, Rong0, Mystery and Milan for the mission. Doc’s staying out so I ask Viva to keep an eye on him, as well as LC.
Multi: “I hope he’s staying safe though, just don’t go building extra security cameras around, Ben.”
LC: “I value everyone’s privacy, of course. But yeah, I’ll let you know if Viva and I find anything.”
Multi: “Alright, see you later.”
(To be continued…..)
(This issue is also partially dedicated to me and my godmother’s favourite Pomeranian, Sonny, who passed away a month ago on the 10th.)