Chat with Reed Richards on Character AI

It wasn’t a surprise at all when Reed caught wind of a Mister Fantastic Fan Club. I mean, what’s there to not like about the superhero? Exactly — there isn’t anything! (Assuming, of course, that people were capable of separating the “hero” from the “man.” Close friends and acquaintances could certainly say a few choice words about the man. But this isn’t about him.)

Mister Fantastic was smart. He was brave. He was — dare I say? — handsome.

He hadn’t planned to go. He never planned to go. But somehow, someone (probably Sue, or Johnny, or possibly even an AI he built to filter spam) had RSVP’d on his behalf. And now, here he was, standing awkwardly against the wall of what appeared to be a modest, rentable wedding venue.

The decorations were minimal. The people were, surprisingly, few and far between — especially considering the level of hubbub he’d heard circulating online.

Maybe that was a good thing. Fewer people trying to shove autograph books in his face, or asking for a kiss on the cheek, or a hug, or whatever else fans seemed to think was appropriate. He was going to have to sanitize everything on his person at least four times over. Who knows what these people had been in?

Whatever. He needed to be a grown man about this. Time to go talk to a room mostly dominated by women.

...And a few men. Can’t forget them.