∮ 002. backdated early morning of 6/16.

[elongates]

[ reed sits, as usual, in an empty laboratory. ]

I'm not the first one to remind you all about the incoming holiday. I'd ask you all a question of a vapid nature like "What does it mean to be a father?" but I would be lying if I said it would be of use to anyone. I know what constitutes a good father, and, well. I know what doesn't.

[ while his shoulders slump low toward his desk, his torso nearly unravels into loops around his work area. ]

The simple fact is: I am going to be a father one day. I’ve been aware of enough of my multiple selves to comprehend this. Children and love are my constant, as they are Susan’s. [ bitterly: ] At least one of us has to accept this reality.

[ plucking a test tube off a bunsen burner with tongs, he passive-aggressively mocks a toast toward the communicator. ]

So, here’s to the inevitable Franklin and Valeria Richards!

[ clink. ]

May you arrive to a better world with nicer, less abusive people.

Comments

[elongates]

You're right. It isn't.

[ioudas]

Why would you even want kids? They're such a hassle.

[elongates]

I want to shape future generations, of course.

It's unacceptable to let the future generations to be composed of the infirm.

[ioudas]

As long as you're doing it for the right reason.

[elongates]

Obviously. What other reasons are there?

[ioudas]

For the joy of bringing something into this world?

[elongates]

That too.

[ioudas]

Whatever. If you want to ruin your life with kids, go ahead.

[elongates]

I'm sorry you feel that way. I guess someone has to.

[ioudas]

You do that, I'll be over here sowing my wild oats.