Cigar Tasting
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Grandpa kept a lot of books in the garage, but most of them were the sort of books he wanted to know about without having to use his brain to remember them.
Morty had flipped through a few before.
After discovering that the books really lived up to their titles, he gave up on the idea.
Now that he had to go through all of them again, he felt that it was more than just an ordinary hassle.
As for the things stored on the computer?
Not to mention whether AI Rick had tampered with anything beforehand, Grandpa himself had never been in the habit of storing valuable information digitally.
In Grandpa's words—
The more sophisticated something was, the less reliable it became.
Take a computer, for example. If some tiny part of it went wrong, you had to go back and forth several times to identify the problem before repairing it.
It was nowhere near as reliable as gears and mechanical components.
In that regard, Grandpa was unlike most Ricks, yet he had somehow built that "platform," which made things seem especially strange.
Morty flipped through the books one after another.
Outside the garage, the sun was gradually setting.
Beth and Jerry came by several times, using dinner or sleep as excuses to get Morty to temporarily stop fixating on the garage.
However, it was no use.
On this particularly chaotic and complicated day, Morty had not only regained his memories but also learned the truth about the Citadel of Ricks from AI Rick.
When he thought about how the universes he had thought were nearly endless were only the universes within the walls of Dimension C-137, and that