Let's go steal...some sense of what's going on [Video/Intro]

[age_of_the_geek]

[The screen flickers, and on it appears a face. One that is extremely confused.]

So, I got a ton of questions. And I kinda think I don't like the answer, because I'm like really sure that this is like, a fever dream or I'm poisoned. Because before I came into the Buck Rogers looking place, I was walking out of a business meeting.

[The camera shifts a bit, and the man dramatically waves his arms to emphasize the surroundings]

And then suddenly there's flying cars and crazy stuff like that, and everyone's speaking a language I sure as hell don't know. And then these weird little dudes find me and stick a thing in my hear, so that I now do understand everything, and I get the spiel on this group called the Legion of Superheroes that I join because I like what I'm hearing

So, yeah. My name is Alec Hardison. But call me Hardison. Or...I dunno, I came up with a code name. Would I use that instead? Like, what's the etiquette to superheroes when the heroes are also cops too?

So yeah. Hardison. Or Datastream. Whatever.

Also, anyone whose good with the really damn insane tech I will be your padawan because holy crap the tech!

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[gonebyebye]

[A movie. Huh. That certainly explains how he knows about Stay-Puft. It's not really surprising. Ray's encountered giant turtles, an alternate version of himself, and the Legion. Why not a universe where he's a fictional character?]

Okay, I think I see where the mistake here was. You didn't just travel forward in time, you crossed the boundary that divides one universe from another. Multiple universes aren't theoretical, they exist. In your universe, I'm a fictional character played by a person who looks uncannily like me. In mine, I'm a living breathing person. The actual Ray Stantz, or at least one of multiple versions of me spread out throughout the multiverse.

It's a fascinating subject to think about. Although Venkman'll probably be up in arms about not getting any royalties.

[age_of_the_geek]

So it's like some serious "Sum-Over-Histories" style stuff then? Like the whole "If it can exist, is has existed and every variation thereof has also existed" kinda stuff?

[Hardison seems a little boggled by this]

So, there may be someone out there, in this weird place, where I'm a fictional character to them. I always thought I could have made it in Hollywood. Apparently there's some universe out there where that did happen.

[gonebyebye]

Now you're getting it.

Still not sure which is stranger, though; a universe where I'm fictional, or the universe where I'm a redhead and Egon's hair does this: [Ray spins his finger in front of his forehead, mimicking blonde Egon's pompadour.]

[age_of_the_geek]

[Hardison starts snickering at that, then stops, realization crossing his face]

Oh god. Oh god it's even worse than you may realize.

[He's trying really hard to keep in the laughing to explain why it's worse]

Oh god, in my world, the guy who voices you in the cartoon with the red hair you? Dudes name is Frank Welker. D'you-d'you know that name at all?

[gonebyebye]

Sure. He's one of the most prolific voice artists in animation.

...wait, that means I was voiced by Fred from Scooby-Doo. What kind of sadistic deity would do that to a person?

[age_of_the_geek]

[Oh god HOLDING BACK ALL THE SNICKERING]

It gets worse! In the 90s Welker took over voicing Scooby Doo, too! Ruh-roh, Ray!

[gonebyebye]

...well, I've had a good run. I don't think anyone will mind too much if I took a walk out an airlock without a transuit.

[He's kidding, really.]

[age_of_the_geek]

Nah, nah, you ain't even the worst off. At least Welker can sound different!

[More and more snickering]

Venkman, he got screwed! He's voiced by the same dude who voiced Garfield!

[gonebyebye]

[Ray gets a very pleased grin on his face at that bit of information]

...I'm going to hold that over his head forever.

[age_of_the_geek]

[That's done it. You have Hardison laughing so damn hard, Ray]

M-ma-make sure h-hehhheee-heh-he-he has his la--pffffft-lasa-lasagna before letting h-heh-him know!