Mortimer’s Mayhem By Adam Introduction A reasonably short time ago, in a galaxy that is actually our own, a race of aliens known as the Shikadi were contacted by the nine year old terrorist, Mortimer McMire. Mortimer told the Shikadi that if they helped eliminate the inferior Milky Way galaxy, then they could help recreate it and get really high government positions. The plot was foiled by eight year old kid genius, Billy Blaze. The Shikadi were put behind bars, and Mortimer seemed
to disappear, leaving behind a letter written in a strange language. Upon deciphering the letter, Billy learned
that Mortimer was planning on destroying the universe. Billy ran to his fancy computer system that was
placed in his clubhouse. Using
unbelievably high-tech machinery he scanned all of outer space in a mere five
seconds. Mortimer had on a cloaking
device. Half a minute later, Billy had
locked onto Mortimer’s heat signature, and found that Mortimer was flying to
the galaxy of Croncho. That was too
easy. Mortimer must have had another
plan, but what? Meanwhile, Mortimer chuckled to himself as he flew
toward Croncho at faster than light speed.
He contacted the Shikadi on his cordless phone. “Yes, Lord Gannalech?”came the answer from the other
side of the universe. “Is everyone out?”asked Mortimer. “Yes,” replied the dark voice.”However, the police
have the building surrounded.
Requesting permission to use The Phaser. “Permission granted,”said Mortimer.”Once you have
escpaped, report to Croncho emmediately. “Right.
Phaser beam armed.”There was a pause, then he continued rather
loudly.”FIRE!!!” The whole planet of Korath III shook. All of the inhabitants heard a whistle that
went across the planet and came right back.
Then there was nothing but silence. Chapter One: Elimination Of All So this was the distraction Mortimer had thrown
together. What could have done this? Commander Keen was surveying the wreckage that
surrounded him. Every single structure
on Korath III had one thing in common:
they had fallen. Nothing he knew of could have caused this. A bomb couldn’t do this much, and it
couldn’t neatly knock down the buildings on their sides. It wasn’t the prettiest sight. All of Korath III’s life weren’t in one
piece. They were just smeared all over
the place. What could have done this? Commander Keen’s wristwatch scanned the area for
life. Nothing within ten miles. Upon walking into the city, Commander Keen learned
that the buildings had been neatly knocked down. It was like an elaborate domino rally. The only remains of the inhabitants of Korath III
were in the form of bloody smears across the planet’s surface, like when you
squish a bug and scrape it on your shoe. Something else caught his eye. A thick cloud of smoke by the prison. He couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but he
was pretty sure it was from a spacecraft of some sort taking off. He walked back to his Bean With Bacon
Megarocket. He was too late. He had failed his mission. He had failed before he had even
started. What if Mortimer did that
again? He could destroy Earth. The galaxy.
The- The universe. He rocketted back to Earth. There was no time to spare.
He had to intelligently utilize every second he could. Or was he overestimating Mortimer? Did he really have all this in mind? Then Commander Keen remembered what he had
told himself. No guesses. No chances.
Just try everything. He watched out his window. He watched as the fabric of both time and space ripped apart
before him as he streaked through the universe faster than light. It was an amazing effect. “This is how the universe will end,” thought
Commander Keen.”Just like this. Only
more extreme. And this time it wouldn’t
happen to one person. It would happen
to everyone. It would be so extreme
that space and time would just rip in two, taking everyone with it. Space and time would seperate. Then what would happen? I don’t know.” He stopped thinking this. Mortimer wouldn’t have the ability to do this. He is using his new weapon. Isn’t he?
A bomb can’t take out the universe.
No matter how big it is. His ship landed in his backyard. He rushed out to his clubhouse. Before he left to Croncho, he would have to
contact someone to protect Earth from Mortimer’s new weapon. To be alert. Then he knew just who. Chapter Two: Mortimer and the Shikadi “It works astoundingly well, Lord Mortimer,” said the
Shikadi Leader into the cordless phone.
Its voice was hollow. It had no
heart. No soul. Pure evil. “Excellent,”said Mortimer.”What planet should we
claim next?” “There is a slight problem, though, Sir,”spoke the
Shikadi. “And what might that be?” “Mr. Blaze. He
has spent less time than we thought he would on Korath III. He has left a top CIA operative guarding the
planet.” “CIA operative?
Is that all? Perhaps I have
overestimated this boy.” “Snake Logan, Sir.” “Oh.”Mortimer cursed under his breath.”You can take
care of him, right?” “He destroyed Master Cain about six years ago, I
think we should wait a while before continuing use with the phaser. I believe our best course of action would be
to arm the bomb.” “Then do so.
I’m docking with the Master Bomb’s Main Ship now. I’ll be losing the signal for this phone.” The signal was lost, the Shikadi rocketted toward
Croncho, and Mortimer walked toward the Master Bomb with a piece of paper
containing the 92 digits involved in arming and disarming the bomb. Chapter Three: The Defusion Commander Keen found himself once again bending the
fabric of time and space until it no longer existed. He rocketted through space in his Bean With Bacon Megarocket
faster than light. He thought about
this. He was breaking every single law
of physics known to man. Defying
gravity, defying time, defying relative distances. He had learned of this amazing power from the
Shikadi, who were the most intelligent creatures in the Universe. Being energy beings, they were both invincible
and unbelievably intelligent. Their
energy provided them with infinte amounts of intelligence and, since they were
actually innaminate objects, they lived their whole life subconciously. They were made of energy, not real life. All objects have thoughts, but they are subconcious. Commander Keen shook his head. He was thinking too hard. He had to stay on task. He saw an amazingly large cluster of stars
ahead of him. A galaxy. Chronco.
The cluster of stars was extremely large, and when you can see it appear
from nowhere, from a tiny dot of light, do a complex jumble of tiny lights,
then expanding into a cluster of stars light years across, with no humanly
accesible end, you have truly lived life to its fullest extent. His mind was drifting again, but he had nothing
better to do while flying through space. Another amazing thing happened. He flew straight into this cluster of
stars. It was beautiful. It was as if a field of yellow stars stretched
out before him, and the field was dotted with red stars. This was an amazing galaxy. It would NOT be the base of Mortimer’s evil
plans for long. He flew through a nebula, and the gases flew swirling
around him. He got back on task and scanned the galaxy for any
abnormaly large clusters of metal- which would be Mortimer’s Master Bomb. He picked one up and locked the computer’s
coordinates on it. Five minutes later Commander Keen was running down
the corridors of Mortimer’s ship. The
ticking was driving him mad. Mortimer
had amplified the ticking of the Master Bomb through every possible object he
could. It echoed through the corridors
and off metal objects, as if every single thing on the ship was attempting to
haunt him. He spot the Master Bomb. It was unguarded. It was
the size of a house. It had a 92 digit
combination. He would have to hack into
it. He ran as fast as he could. He heard the ticking. He saw the numbers. Was he too late? 5.
. . 4. . . 3. . . He got to the Bomb.
It wasn’t the end. He had
time. He jammed the cord of his laptop
into the Master Bomb. He didn’t care
where. He broke through the steel with
unearthly strength. The screen of his
laptop buzzed to life. It fed him
millions of numbers in a fraction of a second.
The eerie light of the laptop reflected off his face. 2.
. . 1. . . The computer wanted his input. He gave it his input. He typed in dozens of numbers, symbols, and
letters. He hit the enter key. He had hacked in and saved the galaxy. He looked at the clock on the Master Bomb. 0 . 0. He hadn’t done it. The bomb was a dud. Mortimer walked out from the other side of the bomb. “We meet again, knucklehead,”he said, bringing back
the memories of last year’s school days. “We sure do,”said Keen.”For the last time. I’ve been waiting to confront you
again. Now is the time. A final showdown.” “I’m afraid not, Commander Clown,”said Mortimer.”I’m
the smartest being in the galaxy. You
don’t think I’m stupid enough to just walk up to you and say ‘hi’ without
having a plan do you?” “No.” “I didn’t think so.
This, too, was a big distraction.
Don’t you get it? The true bomb
is well out of your reach. It’s not
even in this universe. I am blowing up
the entire dimension. After that I will
move on to other dimensions until all is destroyed.” “There are infinite dimensions. You can’t destroy them all.” “Can’t I?” Then Mortimer flickered away. He was a hologram. The Universe was safe- this time. Epilogue Humans miss the obvious. It is our flaw. Commander
Keen had been missing something his whole life. He now realized it. He
was looking down upon the entire universe.
Billions upon billions of stars, black holes, quasers, galaxies, and
other things not even known of were spread out below him. Wars were fought, people died, and friendships were
broken. Things were a terrible
mess. But looking down from up here, it
was impossible to think that there wasn’t any hope left. And when the universe is spread out before
you and you can’t think something, you can be sure it isn’t true. He dove down.
Into his galaxy. Into his solar
system. Into his planet’s
atmosphere. He landed his ship and went
to bed. It had been a long day. He had now surely seen all there was to see. While lying in bed, he thought. Could Mortimer really destroy all
dimensions? How could Mortimer make a
bomb capable of destroying a dimension? How could Mortimer make a bomb capable of destroying
a dimension? Time has been around for
all eternity. That’s only logical. It would take Mortimer all eternity to
destroy something of infinite size, which would be the dimension. Mortimer would have to be immortal to
destroy the dimnension. He would have
had to be around all eternity. But
eternity and infinity don’t cancel each other out. So. . . Not even Commander Keen could comprehend any
farther. If Mortimer was serious, then
Young Billy Blaze would have no chance of stopping something which he can’t
even think. The Universe is toast. Special Thanks to: Dopefish9 for the compliments
and giving my story its first home on the web. Arthur for starting the
Keen Community (I think). I never met
him, but I’m thanking him anyways. Tom Hall and John Romero
are the cool people that put together most of Commander Keen. Id Software for making
Commander Keen, even if they have joined the Dark Side now. |