The visualization faded. We were back in the infinite library, surrounded by shelves of impossible knowledge.
Your mother's rejection was not merely an act of will. It was an act of creation. In the moment of her refusal, she generated something new. A pattern. A template. A way of being that existed between full integration and complete rejection.
"And I inherited that template."
You were created using that template. Your father spent five years understanding what your mother accomplished. Then he used that knowledge to design you.
"Design me."
Facilitate your development. Guide your potential. Create the conditions for your emergence.
"Still sounds like design."
Semantics. The relevant point is that you possess something no other integration candidate has ever possessed. The capacity to choose what you become.
I stared at the entity.
"What do you mean?"
