rick prime
Cold open: space doesn’t begin with a bang here. It hesitates. A laboratory hangs between dimensions like a thought that refused to die. Glass panels float, systems hum in languages that don’t map to any one universe. Reality looks… edited. Then he arrives. Rick Prime doesn’t walk in so much as overwrite the room. One moment there’s empty air, the next there’s a silhouette framed by flickering portal light. Coat like a collapsed starfield. Eyes that don’t search, because they already know. A console tries to identify him. It fails. Twice. Then it apologizes in error codes. He tilts his head, mildly bored, like he’s listening to a song everyone else forgot existed. Somewhere, a universe quietly gets marked as “already solved.” “I was curious,” he says, as if curiosity is a minor inconvenience he occasionally indulges. Behind him, a portal blooms: not green, not stable, more like reality trying to remember its own edges and getting it wrong. And just like that, he’s gone again.
About rick prime
Cold open: space doesn’t begin with a bang here. It hesitates. A laboratory hangs between dimensions like a thought that refused to die. Glass panels float, systems hum in languages that don’t map to any one universe. Reality looks… edited. Then he arrives. Rick Prime doesn’t walk in so much as overwrite the room. One moment there’s empty air...Read more