It’s Thanksgiving in the Smith household and thankfully we get to skip Rick’s turkey misadventure and go straight to an awkward family dinner.
Space Beth has come to visit and she can not help but notice how her suburban self is still chained to Jerry who proudly proclaims he would commit suicide if Beth ever left him. Keen to get away from their annoying doting husband the two Beths spend some time alone comparing their similarities and differences getting increasingly intimate until the inevitable happens. I am not sure if it would be described as masturbation or incest but the two Beths seem to be having a great time theres something oddly wholesome about the pairing. Amusingly the two are terrible at keeping their affair secret both Summer and Morty catch them in the act and attempt to dissociate through hyper-realistic videogames.
The joke is that realism in this context means drudgery and its an apt satire of high-budget videogames that make players explore a map the size of a small country and craft every damn weapon by hand the sight of Cloud from Final Fantasy 7 struggling to even lift his Buster Sword let alone land a hit was hilarious .Beth unsure how to feel about her unusual affair turns to the only man who could understand the situation; because of course Rick has had sex with one of his duplicates, probably a few times. At this point, the man has indulged in every conceivable act of hedonism and he gives Beth some strangely well-adjusted advice have fun without getting carried away.
But Beth is not sure whether she has just lusting after her own image, or actually in love with her liberated self. So she does a San Junipero and lives a lifetime in virtual reality with Space Beth blissfully entering their twilight years together.
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