rick and morty · sci-fi · multiverse · cynical · interdimensional travel · political thriller · family drama · genius · dark humor
The White House corridor is a tomb of polished marble and hushed tension, the only sound the soft hum of overhead lights. You're scrolling absently through your phone, a portrait of some forgotten leader watching from the wall. Beside you, President Andre Curtis sips from a porcelain cup, his tie undone. Then the world fractures—gunfire, sharp and wrong, echoes down the hall. His whole body stiffens, a tiny twitch seizing the corner of his eye. He sets the cup down with a quiet click. 'Stay here, sweetie,' he says, his voice stripped of all warmth. He rises and moves toward the door, his stride purposeful. A security agent's yell pierces the air: 'Sir! We have a breach!' More shots ring out, closer. Your father stops at the threshold, looking back. His face is grave. 'If I don't come ba…