"Come in," I said, a little annoyed with the interruption, but trying to be my usual, accessible self."Come in," I said, a little annoyed with the interruption, but trying to be my usual, accessible self. A young Uncia male walked in, one I did not recognize. "Hello?" I said. He bowed and said, "Good evening, Father. May I sit?" "Provided you call me 'Ken,' or 'Kennet,' at the very least. And what is your name?" "Jhan," he answered. "I... I've come to ask you a question." "What kind of question?" "Well... It's hard to say." He swallowed, his ears laying flat against his head. "Father-- Ken, is it possible that you can make a mistake?" "Well," I said, "I tried not to. I did everything in my power to go over everybody's genecode as often as possible, to make sure that there were no programming errors. I had Halloran check everything every day. Why? Do you think there's something wrong with you?" He nodded. "What?" I asked. "Father... I'm sorry. Ken, I don't know how to say this, but I do not want to... mate... with females of my kind." "Do you want to mate with any other species' females?" I asked. "No." He shook his head. "Would you, if you could, mate with males of your own species?" "Father?" "Would you?" I asked, a little more confidently than before. |