The DNA Stops Here.
This entry is going to be a little bit different.
I’ve recently been asked by more than one person whether I intend to have children. I suppose I’m reaching the age at which I am expected to have children already; most of my friends who happen to be my age already have one or two kids, so I guess it is a valid question. -Do- I intend to have children, aside from H? -Do- I feel the need to spread my DNA throughout the I’m universe to propagate my specially coded interpretation of humanity? Don’t I feel the urge to procreate?
Nope, nope and nope. Sorry folks, but this ape intends to be a one-off model. Limited edition, no future revisions. This is all you get.
Besides, I don’t need to contribute genetic code to have a child. I have H, who -is- my kid and who… quite honestly… is an awesome, impossible act to follow. I can’t see it getting any better with subsequent children, so there is absolutely no need to try. My genetics may not spread throughout the universe, but the knowledge and information and all of those other things that I’ve contributed to give her the weapons necessary to conquer whatever she wants to conquer are, in my opinion, so much better than a set of twisty proteins and some leftover caveman garbage.
In other words, I’m proud of how she’s turned out, and I am happy that I had a hand in that. No need for a do-over. She is win.
June 10th, 2010 at 11:47 am
I don't see having more than one child as an attempt at a do-over, "can I top the first one" kind of thing. It's not a contest. It was more of a "Can't wait to see what we get this time" kind of thing. I take them as they come and they are each really neat in their own way. I'd totally have another.
June 10th, 2010 at 12:34 pm
I'm satisfied with H. I don't need or want anymore.