This was apparently how I came to be. You see their goal was to create robot children. Not mechanical robots you see but actual humans who could be ...molded to run on Isaac Asimov?s three laws. This is simply a facetious representation but it makes my point. They worked to create embryos that were genetically handicapped in free-will, ones that are more susceptible to doing what they are told and not really thinking outside the box. These same people were also created to withstand torture. You pulled them off and held them out to me.I said. No!"You see that guy in that car? He's been staring at you hard core. He's not bad looking, and kind of your type, you walk over there lean your cleavage through his car window and hand them to him. Understood?"You looked like a deer in headlights. You wanted to run away. But I told you "Do it NOW!"So you did. Daddy got what he wanted too. An amazing view of that sexy ass when you leaned in the car window.The light turned green and the guy. “If it’s any consolation, that wasn’t the first time that the dining room table was used for such purposes. Isn’t that right dear?”Mom blushed deeply, and replied, “You’re correct, John. Sarah, don’t be mad at Stuart for the blow job I gave him. He had no reason to think it wasn’t you.”Dad turned his head to react to what Mom had said, but she took him and kissed him, instead. “I’ll explain later, lover,” she said quietly.“So, you’re getting a brother/sister and a son/daughter within the year,”. She tried to find images and she found the photo he had sent her nearly immediately. When she clicked on it, she got to the page of a rock band. She couldn't believe her eyes when she learned that he used to play in that band. She knew the band, though she didn't listen to rock music, but the leader was a younger brother of her classmate from high school. For the guy the band leader was an icon he had adored as a teenager and later he had the chance to play with him; for her, the band leader.