This choice: She heads home, demanding a straight answer from her parents. • Go Back... Yeah, this tears it. If her mother's first instinct to her being mugged was to ask if anything weird happened, then she was going to find out why on earth that was so freaking important. That was what Esther was thinking as she angrily stormed home.
Arriving - shouldn't she be more out of breath than this? - she marched up to the door with a frown on her face.
Her mother answered the door before she could knock - as always -, looking her up and down. "You don't look like you were mugged." She observed.
"Yeah well, apparently it felt worse than it looks." Esther snarled, not happy at having her experience doubted.
Her mother looked her in the eye suddenly. "So you got hurt, but were all better when you looked?"
Err, what? "Sorta...?"
Her mother rushed forwards, embracing her in a big hug. "Oh, my dear daughter! It finally happened!"
What?! "What happened!?"
Her mother ignored her, continuing to hug her. It was clear where Esther's figure had come from - her mom was nearly a head taller than her, so her rack was smothering her face. "Darling! It happened!"
"It happened?" Her father's voice came from inside the house.
Her mother turned her head around to face inside. "It happened!"
"It happened!" Her dad emerged from the house, covered in grease as he always was.
"WHAT happened!" Esther exploded.
Her parents shared a knowing smile. "Lets continue this inside." Her father insisted. "No point disturbing the neighbors."
Inside her house was the familiar battle between her mom's cleaning and her father's kick-knacks strewn everywhere. He was always building them, but as far as Esther knew, they were purely decorative.
"Dear," Her mother said, closing the door. "we - that is, your father and I - are aliens."
Esther stared at both her parents.
Her father coughed into his hand. "You see, there was a bit of a political issue - your great-grandparents were Gene-blenders, and that became illegal in the universe and large, so we thought we'd avoid all that and live on a nice pre-FTL world."
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...
To her surprise, Esther found words bubbling up from the back of her throat, even through the shock. "Gene... blenders...?"
"It's something of a scientific technique, mixed with religious belief." Her mother answered smoothly. "It goes that all sapient life was once one super-race that got fragmented, so it is the duty of those living now to 'blend' all the existing races back into this super-race."
"Your grandparents were some of the furthest in the field, mixing genetic engineering with plain old cross-breeding to weed out all the negative traits and emphasize the positive ones." Her father continued. "But, as I said, people started worrying that they were making some sort of super-warrior, so we, as a family, dropped out of sight."
"So..." Esther asked weakly. "I'm not just an alien, I'm all the aliens...?"
Her mother laughed. "No dear, do you have any idea how many races there are in the universe? ...well, probably not. No, your father and I hold the DNA of a good dozen races apiece, and you hold the mix of that."
"By the sounds of it, you've finally started your third puberty." Her father said as though it wasn't completely ridiculous. "Your extraterrestrial traits should finally start making themselves known."
"I wonder when you'll get my ESP?" Her mother gushed.
"Not before she learns to fly, I bet." Her father bragged.
Esther somehow found a chair and collapsed bonelessly onto it.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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