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When Marco stumbled across the media library, he concluded that this had to be the best day so far on this freaky meatship.

Music. Massive screens. A giant, alien entertainment centre. And, most importantly - video games.

Marco was immediately drawn to the tall white box with the strange looking controllers. He snorted when he saw the name "Wii" (who though that was a good idea? The puns where almost too easy) but hey, this was clearly gaming of the future. Or gaming of a strange and bizarre alien race - it was hard to tell. Either way, it was cool, and Marco was so going to try it out.

He fished around for a vaguely interesting looking game, bypassing all the ones that looked boring (Wii Fit? Cricket? Imagine: Fashion Idol?! pfft), eventually settling on Escape from Bug Island.

Marco had been a bug before. Waaaaay too many times. Now he could squish them in safe video game fun.

But as Marco began to play, his good mood rapidly diminished. Who thought up this whole "swinging around the controller" thing? What the hell was going on with that animation?

"What the hell is with this?!" He yelled, as he tried to get the control to do what he wanted dammit. "This is nuts! GAMING OF THE FUTURE IS CRAP!"

[[ooc: For reference, this is the extraodinarily bad game Marco is playing.]]

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"As a gamer of the future, I must object."

Allen is sprawled across a fleshcouch in front of a screen next to Marco, playing Endless Ocean and looking very zen about it.

"I mean, not that there isn't crap among the Games of the Future, but there's also Bioshock. And Guitar Hero. And Fat Princess."

Marco had been too engrossed at hating at the machine to notice Allen's presence before, but now...

"This thing actually has good games? For real?"

Marco paused. "Dude...Fat Princess?!"

"Fat Princess." There's no way to describe anybody doing anything with a Wii without it sounding dirty, so I'm just gonna say Allen pets a blowfish. "It's like capture the flag. But with princesses. Which you feed cake so that the other team has more trouble carrying her back to her castle. And you kill each other graphically. Which is pretty awesome."

Oh, Marco had already considered the potential puns and bad jokes and considered it too way. "Okay. That does sound like it could be cool," Marco said, grinning.

"I know what you're thinking. Joke? Too easy? Trust me, they all are. I'm Allen, by the way. I co-run Engineering."

"You read my mind. Wait...you don't actually have mind reading powers, do you? I've already met one annoying mind-reader and it is not fun." And I'm Marco."

"Nope, just amazing incredible powers of computation and doing science. Also I'm a cyborg." Is he bragging? Well he didn't get to tell anybody about his awesome cyborgness back home. "Nice to meet you, Marco."

Marco definitely agreed with him on the awesome cyborgness. For all the tentacles and suspicious aliens going on, this place was certainly nerd heaven. "That is very cool. Err...you don't have any strange programs that say you can't hurt anyone though, do you?"

If they were really going to have to fight these Ohm aliens, they did not need people like Erek.

"Cyborg, not robot. Modified from one-hundred-percent human stock, and that would be a no, since I programmed my own parts, and frequently come across bitches need shootin'. A pacifism program would be counterproductive. How about you, Marco, what's your story?"

Marco nodded in approval. "Nice." And if he had even a fraction of Erek's strength, he'd come in real handy.

Still, that didn't mean Marco was going to trust him with his entire life story. For all that anyone and everyone had known all about the Animorphs for the last few years, Marco found it all too easy to slip back into secrecy mode. As far as he was concerned, the fewer people who knew about his morphing, the better.

So with a shrug, Marco have a heavily censored version of the Yeerk war. "Nothing nearly so cool. We had an invasion a few years back, and I helped out with the resistance. But hey, the war's over and now I've got a part in what is, in my opinion, a kick-ass tv show. Hey, after all, I'm in it," Marco grinned - was Marco's ego seriously that big, or was he just acting like it for kicks? It was hard to tell. Possibly it was both. "The whole universe ending thing seriously messed that up though."

Marco will be sorely disappointed when he finds out that Allen is about as strong as he looks, which is to say, not very.

"Dude, tell me about it. My wife was knocked up, last thing I remember. On the one hand, no barbecue cravings to address at 3 AM. On the other . . . yeah, wife and kid, where they at?"

Allen raises his eyebrows. Eh, it's the end of the universe and they're on a living spaceship hurtling through the middle of space with no concrete reassurance their loved ones are still alive - what can you do?

"What TV show were you on? Maybe I've seen it."

"Man. That really sucks," Marco said, actually sounding genuine for once. Marco knew what it was like to have family members go missing.

He really, really hoped that those aliens hadn't been lying about their families being back in the pods.

"The Tomorrow Series," Marco said. He doubted this guy had seen it, though. He hadn't recognised Marco, and everyone back home recognised him and all the other Animorphs.

Hadn't recognized? Or just hadn't responded to recognizing?

Well, it's not like Allen ever knew any of the Animorphs (aside from Jake's) last names, and Marco never gave his, nor did his TV show ever get a series, but . . . there are Andalites, and now there's a mouthy kid named Marco. He has his suspicions.

But Canon Puncturing is rude.

"Yeah. Hey, think it'd be in the media lab? Movie night."

Marco blinked. "Just how much stuff is in here anyway?"

"None of the stuff that people who are from something are in." Which sucks, 'cause he'd really like to watch something other than Casablanca. "So if any of the characters from your series show up here, it'll probably vanish. Like every episode of Star Trek has."

"No Star Trek? None?!," Marco said, sounding horrified. "That...that's just got to be a crime, man."

And characters from The Tomorrow Series? Showing up here? Marco guessed it must be possible, if Superboy and Kirk and Sonic showing up was...but the idea was definitely unsettling. "You know, if Nick Lang show up here and starts complaining about how I play him, I will be very much weirded out."

For some reason, Marco hadn't considered the possibility that fiction about him could exist in some other universe.

"Well what do you need Star Trek for when Captain Motherfuckin' Picard is our commanding officer?"

Allen might be a little gay for Picard. He just might.

"So if some kid who looks like you shows up complaining about you, I should point him in whatever direction you're not? Sure."

"That is indeed awesome, yes," Marco agreed. "But somehow I don't think I can just walk up and say, "hey Captain, feel like re-enacting my favourite scenes for me?"

Marco laughed. "Hey, that could be any number of people. Not just Nick Lang. But sure, you do that."

"He might punch you in the face, like he punched that velociraptor."

Wrap your brain around THAT, Marco. Morph a dinosaur, and Picard will still have the balls to clock you one. That's hardcore.

"Wait...Picard punched a velociraptor? Seriously? An actual velociraptor?"

Marco knew Picard was awesome, but damn. Marco had seen, morphed, and run like hell from dinosaurs during that whole sario rip thing. He was most definitely impressed.

"Yeah. It was pretty much as awesome as you think it was." I mean, that's some pretty straightforward awesome.

"Anyway, that's why we let him be in charge, other than just the part where he's Picard."

"And he managed to not get eaten...how?" Seriously, Marco wanted to know. He was all up for not being eaten.

"Hey, sounds good enough for me," he said. And at least he knew who Picard was, thanks to many Star Trek movie marathons. They guy could lead, and that was a heck of a lot better than someone who couldn't.

"Dominance fight. Soon as he established dominance, the other participant backed down. It was all very primal."

Marco gave Allen a suspicious fight. "Dominance? How come the raptor didn't see him as prey?" From what he remembered, Tobias had only managed to convince a bunch of velociraptors to back off Rachel - who had morphed grizzly - after morphing a velociraptor himself. And Marco had morphed plenty of predators, too. He knew how they thought. As awesome as Picard was, Marco doubted something like a raptor would just stop seeing him as prey just because the guy fought back.

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