บท 139: A: Production

Adrian stared at the message that filled the screen in front of him. The little girl with dark hair, his daughter, cheerfully explained, "I did really well on the test to advance my class level! Even though I took it early!" 

His message box was full. Over the last few years an increasing number of pictures and messages from the parents who held his contract, had eventually turned into a never ending flood of correspondence from his children. 

At first, it had only seemed natural to collect images of the infants. The occasional messages from the women, and the handful of men, who had provided the other half of the genetic code for the nearly two hundred children he had fathered had been interesting. Allowing the children who bore his genes direct contact had been a logical step.