I'm your.I'm your... father." She reached up and touched my face with one hand, caressing her own face with the other. "I though families all were the same species." "Not with me," I said softly. "When I have children, I make them in the shapes I choose." "So you... made me, instead of giving birth the way I thought it was done." I nodded. "Why?" "Why what? Why make you? Because I want children. Because the more genetic types there are, the more disease-resistant you are as a whole. And because your shape, your species' beauty is something wonderful that the world was less without." "How old am I?" "About a day," I smiled. "Your... brother is being handled by my coimelin, Dr. Traken. |