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And the stars look very different today...
It was a way out. But it wasn't home.
Truthfully, after Norfinbury, anything would be better than that place, but the cold truth was--there was no way to find his own universe out of the endless multiverse, even if Norfinbury's busted technology had worked properly. He was stuck, here, with a megalomaniac Flynn--granted, a Flynn that managed to open up a portal out of there. Maybe that's what it took to get out of Norfinbury.
Or, Peter thought sometimes on bad days, Norfinbury only released you once you became the twisted version of yourself it wanted you to be. A specially-designed virus inflicted on countless worlds.
Besides, he ought to know something about that.
He didn't stay long on earth, he couldn't. Maybe it had something to do with the mystery of how they were revived in Norfinbury, their bodies recreated or cloned or healed, or maybe it was something that was gonna happen to him anyway, but he could feel the Light burning inside him, inside his head almost as soon as he landed. A desperate need to take to the stars. He'd managed to create a ship and took off.
Time passes, and scientists notice something odd about several exoplanets they're monitoring, especially ones marked as 'earth-like' or other planets in zones that could make them potentially habitable. Bright bursts of light and changes in the composition of the atmosphere or surface, it was inexplicable. Possible evidence of intelligent life? If they didn't know any better, especially with the rocky planets that now somehow boasted extreme changes, it was like something was terraforming them.
There was cause for alarm when Mars suddenly turned blue and green a few months later.
Meanwhile, a small blue-and-orange ship that looked suspiciously like a slightly more organic-looking Milano was racing towards the earth.
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He hops up the stairs two at a time, beyond excited.
"It's gonna be so sweet. Just you and me and the rest of the universe. We're gonna rule it all, because we just rule? And then we got your video games, and you're gonna make me lots and lots of video games, right? Probably more after the Expansion is over and we'll have less to do..."
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Ezekiel follows him, his head still spinning.
"The... Expansion? Wait, you're still going on about that?" Suddenly he's overcome by an even worse feeling of dread. "I thought your flowers were all gone?"
Didn't Ezekiel get them all last time? He was so sure. How many more could there be?
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He grabs a bottle of beer and pops the cap off with a flick of his thumb, and points it towards the general direction of the greenhouse. He tosses Jones a bottle as well. "There's a new batch cookin' up for later. I'll bring you along, too!"
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"T-they are?" It's automatic, popping the cap, his gaze following to where Peter is indicating? "There is?"
A beat. "Y-you will?"
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A pause, then a shrug. "Most people that see it usually die? The ones that don't escape in ships, anyway. But yeah, it's really cool. Have you ever seen a planet terraformed?"
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Ezekiel coughs a little and is almost tempted to ask for something stronger than beer.
"Only in video games."
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Because why not, y'know?
"If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear 'em! We're in this together, bro!" He takes a long swig from his beer.
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He suddenly feels very cornered when Quill asks him so casually about something so enormous, so awful.
Instead he lets his gaze wander back to the ginormous playground in wonder. Distraction mode enabled!
"You made all this?" He pokes one of the arcades as if he had a hard time to believe it's really there. "Like you made the computer last time? How-- how does that work?"
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"Yeah! Molecular manipulation, I can make anything I want! Mechanical stuff is a little harder, but I grabbed some stuff from earth--your earth, anyway--before I left so that I could make sure I got it right."
There's some actual books and magazines scattered on a couch nearby.
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... But he's actually getting distracted for real because what Peter is telling him is just wild.
"Anything you want? That's-- wait! Can I do that, too?!"
Priorities.
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Ezekiel.
"But I know magic, I mean, I work for the Library? Never really used it, though. Well, not directly. I kind of worked more with it."
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Not exactly a Celestial?
"...so you don't actually know or use magic, you just work with it. Isn't that the same thing?"
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He sits, picking up some of the magazines, turning them in his hands. It's hard to believe they are not supposed to be real.
"Nah. It's more like... I take what's already there and tweak and modify it. Bring it into the 21st century. I could probably build something that emulates your molecular manipulation but it wouldn't come from me, you see?"
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He's just going to imagine the terrifying place that Australia must be for a moment, as he tries to figure out what Jones means by that.
"So you use magic and technology together, without like...summoning the magic by yourself?"
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He smirks. "Exactly like that. And I kind of improve it along the way. You know. Make it modern, 21st century-ish."
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"That is actually like, really cool?" he sounds genuinely stoked. "What's some of the things you can do? That's almost like being a wizard, but like, a techno-wizard!"
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"Techno-wizard? I like that. Why don't the others ever call me that? I absolutely am a techno-wizard."
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"Dude, and I bet you could have your own theme song? I'm thinking something like the Neverending Story meets Led Zeppelin."
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"Led Zeppelin? Isn't that old people music? Maybe we could do a remix. I demand at least one dubstep bass drop somewhere towards the end."
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Peter Quill, immortal Celestial, has just died of sheer shock.
He looks genuinely stricken, and can't speak for a moment, and has to hold onto a chair to make sure he doesn't just straight-out fall over.
"Dude. DUDE. Old people music? Come on. The hell is dubstep?"
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Or, you know.
Anything personal. Thanks Flynn.
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"I have music players. A Walkman and a Zune." Because he had to recreate his Walkman, of course.
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Or, you know. Start working on getting out of here.