Well. My dad's a computer programmer. Lives and breathes code. He's-- quiet a lot of the time, until you get him talking about things he cares about and then he'll just-- talk and talk. It's nice, really, just to let the words wash over you. I always assumed it was part of the social contract to let the people you care about just-- talk at you like that. Because they'll let you do the same.
Um. What else. He's brilliant. Like really good in his field. He's a good person. Kind. Thoughtful. But-- awkward sometimes. Mom interfaces with people for him.
He likes science fiction. He can't cook normal things in the kitchen--well, I can't do a lot either--but he can barbecue things on an open flame. He's got a moustache. Glasses, too. I get my shitty eyesight from him and my build--Durantes are all big and solid--even though I get my pretty face from my mom. None of that has anything to do with helping you cope with society.
My little sister... Charley...
She's dead. [He lets a shaky breath out.] Sort of. I met her from the future during the weird weekend. She-- lingered on, as a spirit. Eventually I'll see her again. She says she's going to haunt me as long as she's allowed to.
Charley's just-- wonderful. She's not always great with people, but she's so sweet and earnest and caring... and she's smart too. She's downright brilliant. And creative. And super willing to experiment. And I just--
I miss her. So much. It's-- better now that I know she's-- a ghost, that something of her lives on. But I still do miss her. And I wish she were here with us.
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Um. What else. He's brilliant. Like really good in his field. He's a good person. Kind. Thoughtful. But-- awkward sometimes. Mom interfaces with people for him.
He likes science fiction. He can't cook normal things in the kitchen--well, I can't do a lot either--but he can barbecue things on an open flame. He's got a moustache. Glasses, too. I get my shitty eyesight from him and my build--Durantes are all big and solid--even though I get my pretty face from my mom. None of that has anything to do with helping you cope with society.
My little sister... Charley...
She's dead. [He lets a shaky breath out.] Sort of. I met her from the future during the weird weekend. She-- lingered on, as a spirit. Eventually I'll see her again. She says she's going to haunt me as long as she's allowed to.
Charley's just-- wonderful. She's not always great with people, but she's so sweet and earnest and caring... and she's smart too. She's downright brilliant. And creative. And super willing to experiment. And I just--
I miss her. So much. It's-- better now that I know she's-- a ghost, that something of her lives on. But I still do miss her. And I wish she were here with us.