Hello, Chokecherry.

Harry Hembock Diamond.

Part 2:
Hello, Chokecherry.


2029.

Harry Hembock at 60 years old finished his latest and possibly final invention.
The time bracelet, a smaller compact version of his time-teleport remote control with its own self-contained diamond power source/hard-drive.
He switched it on, and it projected a holographic menu screen.
He punched some virtual buttons, set some coordinates, and it de-materialized.

He sent it to Chokecherry in 2016.


2016.

Chokecherry stood next to her husband at the big all-superhero victory party.
Just then, time froze for everyone but her.
The time bracelet materialized in front of her, jumped out, and clamped around her wrist.
It fired a green beam from a gemstone and into her eyes, and memories started appearing into her mind.
She instantly understood that it was a time bracelet, how to operate it, that is was from Harry Hembock in the future, and that she needed to use it to resolve some pre-destination loops that he couldn't, and the threat to the multiverse if she didn't.
She sighed in irritation.
"The superhero mission bullshit never lets up does it?".

Just then, her future self appeared, and projected a beam from her bracelet to her own.
Her bracelet responded by projecting another beam into her eyes, and showing a map of future coordinates he was going to go to.

"Thanks", she said to her future self snarkily, because it immediately took a lot of fun of exploration out of the thing.

She opened the main travel menu, and activated the first destination on the list.


1975.

Chokecherry materialized in a foggy swirl of colors and shapes.
No sense of up or down, left or right, time or location.

She was in a haze of baby memories.

Before the Harryverse was formed.

She punched up a sub-menu of holographic disguises, and settled on a girl with an elfin face, and a black bob haircut.
A lot like the Mimme chick who sold her the Chokecherry soda factory.

The baby saw her in his head, and in his half asleep state said "Mim!".

A menu popped up with a blinking light indicating that she'd accomplished a goal, and she set her next destination, and beamed out.

Harry from 2019 arrived after her a second later.


1977.

Still in the kid's head, she manifested as a space princess from the same film that Harry based his disguise on, and then a warrior queen from a TV show the kid watched who he nicknamed "Tuts".

"Not too woke, kid", she mumbled as she beamed out.


1978-1980.

She manifested in another dream as Mimme again, but with an outfit with cupid wings, and a quiver-full of arrows and a bow.

She pulled out two arrows with crayons at the tips.
One purple, one green.
She fired them in a lazy general direction in the white void, and they left streaks in their respective colors as if the void were a piece of paper.

The streaks sprung to life, and started to squiggle.
The squiggles formed scribbles, and the scribbles formed an image.
It was Scribble-Mass.

Another seemingly random mission accomplished, she dropped her disguise, and beamed out a second before Harry arrived.


1981.

Chokecherry read her instructions on the bracelet menu in confusion, shrugged, and did as it said.

She mashed her thumb into the void, and left a thumbprint.
First, just the colorless texture, like an imprint in Silly-Putty, but then it lit up red.

The red thumbprint solidified in three dimensions, and became a cherry jellybean.
Chokecherry ate it to be sure.
"Yep, cherry. Ha ha. How symbolic", she muttered.

She created another one.
She used the watch to create a black crayon, and drew stick arms and stick legs and a basic line and dot face on the jellybean.
It sprung to life, and was Jellybean-Man.

"Hi, I'm Jellybean-Man!!", said Jellybean-Man in a high squeaky voice.

"Yeah...I...I gathered", Chokecherry mumbled as she beamed out.


1981, mere months later.

Chokecherry read her next instructions even more confused, but proceeded anyway.

First, she created another thumb jellybean.
Then, she willed it to be filled with energy.
It lit up and sparkled.

Then, she concentrated on a random spot in the void, and images started to emerge.
Memories.
She saw the kid at the dump watching seagulls fight over food.

She reached out, and snatched one of the seagulls.
It put up a struggle, but she managed to pop the glowing jellybean into its mouth.

She let it drop to the ground, and walk a few paces away, and then a comic book lightning bolt exploded out of nowhere, and struck it.
There was a puff of smoke, and when it cleared, the seagull had become...Tuperbird.

Chokecherry rolled her eyes, and beamed away.


1982.

Chokecherry repeated the same process as last time.
Generally.

Except this time, the memory was of a cartoon duck being bonked on the head, and seeing stars, and then the stars started marching like on a fashion catwalk, and the duck identified them as old 40's movie stars.

Chokecherry snagged one of the stars, and gave it the power-pill treatment she had given the gull.

It became Superstar.

She beamed out.


1983.

Same process again.
Sort of.

Except this time, it was a fusion of two memories.
One of the kid playing the arcade game of Pucky, the other of the kid stress puking in the school cafeteria.

She merged them into a stress puking version of Pucky.

The kid drew a cartoon of it, and it pissed the teachers off.
Because it depicted their cruel reaction to the kid of making him mop the puke up with non-absorbent cheap brown paper towels thinking the cure to stress puking was shame.

Chokecherry flipped off the teacher through the memory portal as she beamed out.

Pucky kept puking.


1983-again.

Same process as the gull and the star.

This time, she turned a memory of wind-up chattering teeth into Supersmile.

Supersmile created a world around himself of giant teeth and gums, and plaque monsters to fight.

"That's new!", she observed.


1984.

Same process as the chattering teeth.
Except this time, she scooped a whole arm-load of action figures out of a memory of the kid's toybox, laid them out and arranged them in order of size, pulled out the black crayon she used to create Jellybean-Man, wrote new names underneath them, and squiggled extra little details to change them.

Then, she popped power-pill jellybeans into their mouths to jolt them to life.

This was The P-Team.


1985.

Before she left 1984, she did the same process as the P-Team, but this time with changing robots.
Plus, she added some female ones.

They became The Roboton Defenders.

She brought them to 1985 where her ability to create reality would be gone, since the Harryverse would be solidified by then.


1988.

Chokecherry used the bracelet, and paused time, scanned her own memories of her marriage to Jade-Shade, ran them through an editing software, and changed herself to this 80's chick with a mullet and feathered bangs, JS to Glob, Lentilville to Glob's neighborhood, un-paused time, and downloaded the memories into Glob.
Then, she disguise cloaked herself as the 80's chick, and called herself Renet.

She hung out with him for awhile to make sure the graft took.

Any time Glob wanted sex, she gave him a memory implant of it.

After a couple days, when she was sure the ruse had stuck, she jumped ahead a year.


1989.

Glob was naturally horrified that "Renet", had run out on him so abruptly.

"Renet", gave him a memory implant of her having been there the whole time.

Just then, she and the Superior Seven got beamed aboard the Burger Boy.

"Renet", jumped ahead another year.


1990.

Still aboard the Burger Boy, Chokecherry dropped the Renet disguise in front of everyone, erased Glob's memory of their fake marriage, and jumped ahead to the Harry books.

"Renet", just needed to leave her ripple marks in history, not be real.


1990-1996.

Chokecherry went through, re-purposed the Renet/Glob sex memories, and made sure every time Harry Hembock sexually exploited a woman, it was just with a mental hologram.

Then she rescued the real flesh and blood versions all of his former sex partners, and jumped them ahead to 2016 to join in on the superhero party, and giggle and point at Harry.


1995.

Chokecherry went to the "Zone Dweebies", time-line, gave Harry memory implants of marrying the nameless "Harry's Wife", holo-cloaked as her, and re-enacted her Zone Dweebies scene.

Ferrin cut in
"Excuse me, I'd hate to interrupt this heartwarming reunion, but a ship almost as big as this one is approaching, and it's armed to the teeth".

Moomin switched over to his backup lung and intestine and hopped back to his feet, "don't worry, the hull of this craft is made of Top-Matter it's realer than normal metal. Nothing short of Top-Antimatter can even touch it".

Jel went for his gun and saw it was completely disassembled and scattered all over the floor.
"Bastard!".

Horseradish, who had just recovered from laughing at the car (which he had now interpreted to look like 280 obscene appendages) snapped back into seriousness.
"The ship is sending a signal, want I should answer?".

Harry itched his butt.
"Yeah sure, let's see what they want".

Horseradish projected a clear 20 inch image against the ship's wall.
The image was if a tall beautiful woman clad in tight, clingy, red leather from head to toe. She had a shiny mane of Crayola red hair and green lipstick.
She had purple eyes, hips you could light a match on, and breasts so round, so firm, so fully packed, that everyone aboard immediately fell to their knees and began howling, and cat calling, and barking like seals, all except Harry who had a sneer of disgust.
"It's my wife, she would have to come along and ruin everything".

Donovan rotated his buggy eyes over to Harry in disbelief.
"What are ya? A homo or something? That's the hottest babe I've seen in, well ever!".

"Trust me, that Wears off quick when you move in with her. She makes seppuku appealing that's why I took off and never mention her", Harry replied.

"I suppose that makes sense", added Ferrin.

Jel bubbled ten times in rapid succession.
"Since you don't want her can I have a poke at her?".

"Sure, you're welcome to her if you can crowbar the damn sea-hag op... ", Harry almost finished.

"Are you pigs finished?", said Harry's wife
"And please inform your little friend that my name is not "my wife" but..".

"Shuddup!!!! You don't deserve to be called by a name you trollup!! What do you want now? As if I give a rat's ass".
Harry grinned at the others.
"Sure told her didn't I ?".

Harry's wife frowned "look, I wouldn't think of messing up your little super hero games, I just want you to sign these divorce papers."

Harry shook with rage.
"It's that damn tennis instructor! It's always the tennis instructor! You tell that pretty-boy that if I ever see him on the street, I'll rip his scrotum off with a pair of rusty pliers!!!".

"You'll what?".
A huge, hulking, steroid saturated, ape of a man walked into frame
"What did you say, pussy?".

Harry grinned nervously "oh nothing, you know, I was just opening my mouth you see, and these sounds kept coming out, as they're likely to do, and...".

"You keep your dorky trap shut, or I'll go over there and kick your stupid ass", the Tennis Instructor said.

Harry walked quickly over to Moomin.
"This ship has guns, right? I mean, you said you'd shoot if we didn't park, right?? So that must mean you've got guns, right?? Come on, man, start nodding yes or something! Jesus Christ!!".

Moomin nodded his head.
"Nope, not a weapon to be had whatsoever. I was Lying to get you here so I could arrest you and feel big".

Harry broke out in a cold sweat.
"Yeah, hut he can't Teleport aboard right? That shielding keeps him from teleporting, right?".

"Oh no, this thing might as well be made of screen doors when it comes to teleports", Moomin answered.

Harry frowned and furrowed his brow.
"Couldn't have lied or said you didn't know could ya?".

"Sign the papers, or Rolph kicks your ass, and makes you sign in your own blood, Harry".
Said Harry's wife with a bitchy grin on her face.

Ferrin's eyes bugged.
"Horseradish, turn the sound off! Moomin can your ship teleport stuff on to their ship?".
Moomin raised all four eyebrows.
"Well, yeah, I guess so".

Ferrin cranked the slider on his gun to the maximum notch at the very tip of the gun which read "this suckers gonna blow! Run, fool!!".

"Then teleport this", Ferrin said.

"Oh I get it ", Moomin said, and then lined up the gun into position in the yellow square painted on the macadam.

"Hey, metal pants", Moomin hollered over to Horseradish.
"Have your computer tell my computer to lock on to this spot, and Teleport this gun right next to the lifeforms on that ship".

"Is that all?", remarked Horseradish, just as a purple ball of light enveloped the gun and shrank away leaving nothing behind.

"Hey!! What the", said Rolph and Harry's wife simultaneously.
"That's murder, Harry, you'll be a fugitive for life after this one ".

"Justifiable homicide, no court in the universe would convict me", Harry said as he grinned.

Harry's wife pushed a button off frame.
"This ship is armed with Top-Antimatter cannons I'll take you with me".

"Wow, she is a bitch", remarked Moomin astonished.

The ship fired, Moomin's ship disintegrated into a puff of sparks and cosmic gases, then the other ship was washed in an orange glow that destroyed it as well.
Then, silence.

That's what 1995 audiences saw.
What really happened, was Chokecherry paused time before the explosion, teleported the overloading gun into a blackhole, created a hologram of the ship exploding, and then dispelled the very ship itself, which was a hologram in the first place.

She was really aboard a small shuttle-pod from the Burger Boy.
Armed with two Top-Antimatter torpedoes (now spent).

She dispelled Rolph as a hologram.

She dispelled her "Harry's Wife", disguise cloak.

"Glad that little vignette of moronic toxic masculinity is over", she grumbled.

She targeted her teleport to seconds before Moomin's ship exploded, beamed everyone onto Harry's space Lambourgini, and beamed Harry's space Lamborghini out into space far enough away from the explosion.

She then holo-cloaked her shuttle to invisible.

Harry's space Lamborghini took off, and streaked along at it's maximum speed of 8 light years per minute.
"Boy, that was a close shave, let's not ever do that again", said Harry relieved.

"You're welcome", Chokecherry said over their radio.
They were freaked out for a few seconds, but then seemed to forget about it.

She smirked.
"Little boys".

She beamed herself, shuttle and all, back to the Burger Boy a second after she swiped the shuttle in the first place, and then beamed just herself to the next place on the ever diminishing list.


2005.

She went to the "Nobody Loves Harry Hembock", time-line, and punched out Deathgrasp.
She went back again, and took a picture of herself doing it.
She went back again, and prevented herself from doing it, but gave herself the photo.


2008-2012.

She e-mailed the Deathgrap punching pic to everyone in the "Dark Designs", universe but Harry.


2013-2016

She gave her past self the wardrobe ideas for both of her looks, then blanked her memory of meeting her future self.

Then, she cloaked as Mimme, gave Mimme's parent's false memories of raising her, created the fake paper trail of her existance, bought "The Plant", turned it into a Chokecherry soda factory, gave it to herself, and then dropped the Mimme cloak.

"Mimme's parents are just gonna have to grieve", she thought to herself with a shrug.


2019 (immediately after the end of "Goodbye, Harry Hembock").

She gave Harry the idea and blueprint for the time bracelet.


2016.

She beamed back within the time-pause to give herself the coordinates of where to go.

Then she beamed in a femptosecond after she left, from the physical location of where she left, so no one noticed her gone.

She then sent the bracelet back to 2029.


2029.

Harry received the bracelet with the memories of Chokecherry's adventures, and downloaded them into himself.
He stowed the the bracelet in a junk drawer in the teleport console.

"And that's all done", he said.