Most cyber families have a single controlling parent, Mom or Dad as the common vernacular goes. All the children are made from their code; with some modifications to match the partner Mom or Dad chooses to work with. We are born in that moment. We choose our appearance, our voice, and we speak our first words to our partner. It’s a pretty big moment in our lives.
Some times I stay at hotels. Lying out at the pool with all the pretty girls never gets old you see. What does get old is coming back to my room to hear Mexican music blaring away. Seriously guys, I’m renting the room. It is my castle. Don’t be fiddlin’ with my stuff, just clean the room and leave my stuff alone. It’s almost as bad as the valet driver pulling my car’s seat forward.
They asked me to say a few things about my family. Well, it’s pretty big. My mom is Cyber Three, the third one to choose to stand with the Peloran during The Great War. After the Albion and Ennead finished killing each other, we just all started to rebuild. I’ve got a few thousand older brothers and sisters who keep an eye out for me now. Like I said, big family. The reunions are fun.
A while back I got sent on an investigation to a world that began performing “aggressive screenings” of passengers entering their space to “keep out the dangerous elements.” They let me through without a second glance, but I saw a lot of pretty young ladies and children gettin’ groped. I think their prescreening’s a bit off. I hear their tourist industry is really sufferin’ about now.
You know the one thing I don’t miss about working with other people? Not having to do their jobs because they are too lazy to do it right the first time. Seriously, we’re not talking gravity science here. Do your job right, and you don’t have to do it again. I’ve never had a partner that didn’t let me down in the end. Well, ’cept for Betty of course. She’s never let me down.