Description:
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What is Keyop really thinking, behind all of his burbles?
Excerpt
"Don't worry, Keyop. he said, ruffling my hair, "You'll fit right in. You'll see."
I offered a woeful smile. My father, while a brilliant, and well-intentioned, man, really didn't know me very well. He wasn't my real father. I wasn't even sure who my real father was. I was conceived in a Petri dish, in my father's laboratory: some kind of experiment to create a 'genetically perfect' human.
What they got was far from perfect. But my father didn't realize that. He had things to do, jobs to perform, and demands on his time because of his position as Chief of Galaxy Security for the Federation of Planets.
Even though I hadn't seen him much, I loved my father. But he had no idea who I really was. He thought I was some kind of sweet, innocent boy, who looked at life through rose-colored glasses.
He couldn't have been further from the truth.
Warning: This fic contains swearing and offensive language.
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