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melo_annechen) wrote2007-06-17 09:57 pm
melo_annechen) wrote2007-06-17 09:57 pm
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Father's Day from several perspectives.
I never knew my birth parents. They were illiterate, as far as I can tell from the old wreckage of the homestead. They knew their enemies, though. They hid me well, giving me the slimmest chance to live. I was the only human to survive the attack.
By the grace of the Builder and an ancient Spark’s whim, I was saved.
They may be monsters, but they are the ones who made sure I got somewhere safe. They taught me to stand up for myself. They taught me that “different” is not “bad”. My four fathers gave me a home.
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My daughter… no one knows I think of her as my daughter, although I would not be surprised if the others in my patrol had similar feelings. She was so small when we found her, and so fragile. I’m sure someone, somewhere would find it amusing that I dote on her so. I have watched her grow into a capable and brilliant young woman. Due to my inability to speak, I am unable to tell her that, but I hope that I show her by my actions.
She is not a Spark, but she is a shining star to me.
>>>>
Look, Dad’s a great guy, but he doesn’t get who I am. Crud, half the time, he can’t even see what I’ve been working on or what the kids are doing. He still thinks I just work for a pharmaceutical lab. He and my brother are closer than I could ever get to him. It’s like I’m a changeling that was left at day care, if it weren’t for the fact that the older I get, the more I look like him. I just can’t go back to his version of reality.
What can I do? He’s still my dad.
>>>>
The early mornings are the worst part of the day, when I have the most time to think about this… problem. Midday, the hospital is bustling; life abounds in the halls, even if it is subdued at this level. Throughout the day, there is usually something that needs my specific attention, such as the reports brought by flunkies from the under-lords. I already have reports, but it is interesting to see what they say as opposed to the reports I have from Father’s agents.
Yes, they are still Father’s agents. As long as he still lives, I am only a pro-tem leader.
Pray Lightning I am only a temporary intermediary. I have no wish to lose him any time soon. “Life is a test,” he would say. If only this was a test of his devising. I believe he is wrong about her, and may have cornered her without sufficient caution.
He has been unhappy as long as I have known him. Does that surprise you? He does not care for power; why else would you suppose he has not taken on a loftier title than that of his lineage? I am the reason he is what he is. My father conquered Europe to make the world safer for me. He would much rather be in his lab than on a throne.
My hope is that he can recover enough to return to his lab. I will take over if he wishes at that time. He should have that much.
>>>>
He found his wife in the lab, frowning at the data on her screen. “Lunch is ready.” When she did not immediately respond, he kissed the top of her head and asked, “Problems?”
“I don’t know…” she mused, chewing her bottom lip in thought. “Have you been reprogramming them?”
“Without discussing it with you? Not likely.” He scanned the code on the screen, and asked, “Is that what I think it is?”
She nodded, and asked, “Are you all right with it?”
“I’m great with it; are you all right?”
She smiled up at him. “Galen says it’s a boy.”
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Papa, what am I going to do? Have I have taken on more than I can handle? I miss your advice on so many things, even the things we argued about before… the accident. I wonder; if I’d been able to stay awake, would it have made any difference?
There’s so much I never got to ask you. What do I do about the moles? The pixies don’t take me seriously, and then there’s this houseguest….
I know, I know; we talked about giving strangers houseroom but he needs me, and I... I really wish you could meet him.
By the grace of the Builder and an ancient Spark’s whim, I was saved.
They may be monsters, but they are the ones who made sure I got somewhere safe. They taught me to stand up for myself. They taught me that “different” is not “bad”. My four fathers gave me a home.
>>>>
My daughter… no one knows I think of her as my daughter, although I would not be surprised if the others in my patrol had similar feelings. She was so small when we found her, and so fragile. I’m sure someone, somewhere would find it amusing that I dote on her so. I have watched her grow into a capable and brilliant young woman. Due to my inability to speak, I am unable to tell her that, but I hope that I show her by my actions.
She is not a Spark, but she is a shining star to me.
>>>>
Look, Dad’s a great guy, but he doesn’t get who I am. Crud, half the time, he can’t even see what I’ve been working on or what the kids are doing. He still thinks I just work for a pharmaceutical lab. He and my brother are closer than I could ever get to him. It’s like I’m a changeling that was left at day care, if it weren’t for the fact that the older I get, the more I look like him. I just can’t go back to his version of reality.
What can I do? He’s still my dad.
>>>>
The early mornings are the worst part of the day, when I have the most time to think about this… problem. Midday, the hospital is bustling; life abounds in the halls, even if it is subdued at this level. Throughout the day, there is usually something that needs my specific attention, such as the reports brought by flunkies from the under-lords. I already have reports, but it is interesting to see what they say as opposed to the reports I have from Father’s agents.
Yes, they are still Father’s agents. As long as he still lives, I am only a pro-tem leader.
Pray Lightning I am only a temporary intermediary. I have no wish to lose him any time soon. “Life is a test,” he would say. If only this was a test of his devising. I believe he is wrong about her, and may have cornered her without sufficient caution.
He has been unhappy as long as I have known him. Does that surprise you? He does not care for power; why else would you suppose he has not taken on a loftier title than that of his lineage? I am the reason he is what he is. My father conquered Europe to make the world safer for me. He would much rather be in his lab than on a throne.
My hope is that he can recover enough to return to his lab. I will take over if he wishes at that time. He should have that much.
>>>>
He found his wife in the lab, frowning at the data on her screen. “Lunch is ready.” When she did not immediately respond, he kissed the top of her head and asked, “Problems?”
“I don’t know…” she mused, chewing her bottom lip in thought. “Have you been reprogramming them?”
“Without discussing it with you? Not likely.” He scanned the code on the screen, and asked, “Is that what I think it is?”
She nodded, and asked, “Are you all right with it?”
“I’m great with it; are you all right?”
She smiled up at him. “Galen says it’s a boy.”
>>>>
Papa, what am I going to do? Have I have taken on more than I can handle? I miss your advice on so many things, even the things we argued about before… the accident. I wonder; if I’d been able to stay awake, would it have made any difference?
There’s so much I never got to ask you. What do I do about the moles? The pixies don’t take me seriously, and then there’s this houseguest….
I know, I know; we talked about giving strangers houseroom but he needs me, and I... I really wish you could meet him.