Who Dad?!

Father and Son Reunion

Waiting for us was a team of militarized androids in various forms and shapes. I felt as if we were suddenly on a Star Wars set. The meant for business ones looked as if the Pillsbury Doughboy's offspring were stormtroopers. I had somehow accepted traveling through space with Ivy as novel and wonderful, but now I was several stages beyond fright, trembling towards paralysis.

With one steadying arm around me, Ivy, who seemed to have expected such a welcoming party, began negotiating in what I could only assume was a language, but I heard nothing that sounded like words.

Some beings with an air of importance were summoned. I was pointed at. I shrugged my shoulders in innocence. I wasn't even the messenger, but, I suppose, I was the message. Nobody asked me anything.

Something appeared to be agreed upon between Ivy and those in charge. Ivy whispered some assurance in my ear, which had the immediate effect of soothing and relaxing my entire body. I felt drugged.

Turns out, my role, as carrier of my father's essence, only required me to be placed in a chamber next to what I was told was the chamber containing "Agent 1". I was not privy to anything else.

The last thing I remembered seeing was Ivy between the two chambers with something like tentacles attached to both her and the chambers. Just seeing her there allowed me to trust whatever was happening. I knew she would be taking care of me.

However, as I drifted in and out of consciousness, I heard a voice that was both Ivy's and not Ivy's thanking me, appreciating me, and wishing me a long and creative life. Deep inside, I could feel it was the being who had fathered me.

I swear, his last words to me were, "See the hit. See it through." And, I chuckled, knowing now how I had always been guided by him, and had felt him most closely on the golf course or when I put pen to paper. I was grinning as I lost consciousness again.