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Dear Condor,
I know that I don’t know you very well, but please don’t try to travel out
of your dome. I hope I’m not stepping over the line by asking this of you.
It sounds like it’s safe enough in there, and that it’s super dangerous on
most of the world. As far as I’m concerned, the answers can wait. I would
probably be okay if we never knew what happened between our parents, or why
they thought it would be a good idea to separate us at birth. We can’t go
back in time to undo it. All we can do now is try to move forward, and
become siblings from here on out. That being said, please do keep me updated
on his situation. It sounds like his work comes with a lot of risks, not
only from traveling through toxic zones, but from dealing with all sorts of
different people who are living in different environments, and have
different agendas, which may be difficult to parse. As far as what to call
him goes, I’ve not even noticed, but I think I’ve used both your and
our as well. You can say whatever makes you comfortable. We’re not a
hundred percent sure that he’s even our birth father, are we? He may only be
the one who raised you, but didn’t make you, in which case, I would hardly
call him my dad at all. I think we have to get more information before we
can make any judgments on that. I mean, he clearly knows something, or he
would have been, like, what the hell are you talking about? when you
first asked him about all this stuff. So yeah, I think it probably makes
more sense if we think of him as your dad for now. I think that we
can safely assume that the woman who raised me is mother to both of us in
the biological sense. She has to be my mother, or some protocols here would
be different. The infirmary has to have an accurate understanding of my
medical history in order to treat me properly, and there would be questions
about inheritance and access control. I would know if she had I weren’t
related, so she must be related to you too. Unless you’re not related to
either of us. You could be catfishing me, for all I know! I’m just joking. I
don’t want to get into this whole epistemological argument over what we
know, and what we can’t possibly know, because the answer to the second
question is literally a profound nothing. What a great way to end a
letter.
Happy November,
Corinthia
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