A Genius Morty

Chapter 6: The Secret Workshop

The house was silent again, the familiar hum of the sleeping Smith household making its way through the walls. Morty lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling as his mind buzzed with thoughts. The events of the previous night still replayed in his head—Rick's test, the scanner, the way his grandfather had crept into his room thinking Morty wouldn't notice. Morty had known this would happen. Rick wasn't someone to ignore changes, and even the smallest deviation from the usual Morty behavior would set off alarms. And now that Rick had done his check and found nothing wrong, Morty knew that the suspicion would only deepen.

But that was fine. It was all part of the plan.

As Morty lay there, his brain humming with the plans he'd been working on for weeks, he felt the familiar excitement build up again—the urge to create, to build, to push his newfound intelligence to the limits. He needed a place where he could work in peace, away from Rick's constant surveillance. The garage wasn't safe anymore. Rick had his eyes on everything in there. Morty needed a secret workspace of his own, somewhere Rick wouldn't even think to look.

That's when the idea hit him. His room. It was the last place Rick would ever suspect him of hiding anything significant. Rick always viewed Morty's room as a place of teenage mediocrity—a zone of video games, junk food, and homework assignments, nothing more. If Morty could find a way to create a hidden workshop there, he would have the perfect space to conduct his experiments and build without Rick's interference.

And with his enhanced intellect, it wouldn't be hard to make it completely undetectable.

Morty sat up in bed, his heart thudding with anticipation. This was it. The time to act. If he could pull this off, he'd finally have the space he needed to truly explore the limits of his abilities.

He threw off the blankets and quietly slipped out of bed, padding across the room in his bare feet. The house was dark, but Morty didn't need light to navigate. His senses were sharp, and his memory of the house's layout was crystal clear. He moved with stealth and precision, carefully opening his bedroom door and peeking out into the hallway. No movement. Everyone was still asleep.

Perfect.

Morty made his way downstairs and slipped into the garage, his heart pounding a little faster as the familiar scent of oil and burnt metal filled his nose. Rick's lab was cluttered as usual—half-finished projects, strange alien devices, and piles of tools scattered across the workbench. But Rick himself was nowhere to be found. He must have gone to bed.

Morty quickly made his way over to the main control console at the back of the garage. This was where Rick controlled everything—the security systems, the lab's environmental controls, even the interdimensional portal grid. Normally, this system was impossible for anyone to hack. But Morty wasn't just anyone anymore. He had been quietly studying the interface for weeks, memorizing the way Rick coded his security protocols, analyzing the weaknesses in the system. Rick was brilliant, yes, but even Rick had blind spots. And Morty, with his new level of intelligence, had already found several.

Morty's fingers moved swiftly over the console, pulling up the security interface. His heart raced, but his mind was calm, calculating. This had to be done quickly and without any mistakes. Rick's systems were set up to detect unauthorized access, and if Morty tripped any alarms, Rick would know instantly.

But Morty had planned for this. He wasn't about to make mistakes.

With a few taps of the keyboard, Morty began bypassing the main firewall, entering a series of codes that would temporarily disable the system's detection algorithms. It was a trick Morty had discovered buried deep within Rick's own coding—a flaw that Rick hadn't bothered to patch because he never thought anyone would find it.

"Almost there," Morty muttered under his breath as he worked, his fingers flying across the keys. He pulled up the garage's blueprints and started modifying them, creating a hidden sublayer of code that would allow him to construct an invisible network of devices—ones Rick wouldn't be able to track.

Morty's plan was simple: create a secure, undetectable space in his own bedroom where he could work on his inventions. He would need to reroute power and data from the garage's systems into his room without raising any alarms. And he had to make sure Rick's scans wouldn't pick up any changes.

It was a delicate operation, but Morty had already run the numbers. He knew exactly how much power he could siphon from Rick's grid without tripping any alerts, and he knew where to hide the wiring to make sure it stayed off Rick's radar.

Within minutes, Morty had completed the first phase of his plan. He had successfully bypassed Rick's security protocols and rerouted a small portion of the garage's power to his room. The next step was to install the hardware.

Morty quietly retrieved a handful of components from Rick's workbench—small, discreet devices that he could easily modify. These would serve as the backbone of his secret workshop: a dimensional cloaking device, a neural suppressor to block Rick's sensors, and a miniature power converter. He had everything he needed to get started.

With the components in hand, Morty slipped back upstairs, moving with the precision of a shadow. He returned to his room, closing the door behind him and setting the components down on his desk. His heart was pounding, but it wasn't from fear. It was excitement. The anticipation of building something extraordinary—something Rick wouldn't even know existed.

Morty set to work immediately, his hands moving with a speed and precision that felt almost automatic. He installed the power converter first, carefully hiding it behind his dresser, where it would remain invisible to any scans. He rerouted the wiring through the walls, tapping into the grid he had established in the garage. With the power flow secured, he moved on to the cloaking device.

The cloaking device was a small, round disk no bigger than a coin, but it was capable of creating a dimensional pocket—a space outside normal reality where Morty could work undisturbed. Rick had designed it originally to hide things from other versions of himself, but Morty had modified it to hide something even more valuable: his own inventions.

Morty activated the device and placed it under his bed. A soft hum filled the air as the cloaking field engaged, creating a hidden workspace beneath the floor. It was a small space, but it was enough for Morty to store his tools, his inventions, and anything else he didn't want Rick to find.

The neural suppressor was the final piece. This device would block any attempts Rick made to scan his room for anomalies, ensuring that Morty's workshop remained completely undetectable. Morty installed it above his window, behind the curtain rod, where it would remain hidden from view. Once activated, it would generate a field that masked any unusual brainwave activity, making it impossible for Rick to detect Morty's increased intelligence.

When the last component was in place, Morty stood back and surveyed his work. It had taken him less than an hour to build a fully functional, undetectable workshop in his own room. A place where he could build, experiment, and improve on his designs without ever worrying about Rick finding out.

A grin spread across Morty's face as he sat down on his bed, feeling the weight of his accomplishments. He had done it. He had outsmarted Rick, and now he had a space of his own where he could work in secret.

But this was just the beginning. With this workshop, Morty would be able to push his abilities even further. He could continue improving on the devices he had started in the garage, making them more efficient, more powerful. He could design new gadgets, ones that even Rick couldn't imagine. The possibilities were endless.

And the best part? Rick would never know.

Morty lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as the quiet hum of the cloaking device filled the room. His mind was already racing with ideas for his next invention. He couldn't wait to get started.

For the first time in his life, Morty felt like he was in control. No longer the clueless sidekick, no longer the one who had to rely on Rick to solve every problem. This was his game now.

And he was going to win.

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