My parents were cold narcissists. As an adult, once they signed everything to me, I signed our entire solar system to the alliance. I have plenty to live on, my mansions, my gardens, and so much more. But now the halls are full of life and youthful laughter. It actually feels like a home, not a museum. My parents? They live in their wing, their own little world. I'm letting them live the remainder of their golden years in peace. Under watch, and proper medical care, of course. -- Anon Guest
You might think it's cold. It kind of is. It's kind of petty, too. You would be right, but I can explain.
My earliest memory was crying because I wanted a Raggy May doll, and they told me I had to have a teddy bear or nothing. Teddy bears fit the aesthetic of the nursery. Which was fifty shades of beige. There once was a heritage green cushion, but it was quickly disposed of for being "too disturbing" for the peace of the childcare wing.
They decided every aspect of my life. The clothes I wore, the subjects I learned, the toys I was permitted to play with, the musical instruments I learned. Everything. Right down to when I could relieve myself and what kinds of food I was permitted to eat and when.
I didn't get to choose where I lived when I reached adulthood. Every aspect of my life was carefully arranged. My friends, my lovers. My spouse... Thank whatever Divinity was listening before I was made to force children into that mess. We were unhappy and it showed too loudly for my parents to ignore. No matter how bad it might look to divorce, it looked worse to maintain what passed for the relationship.
They didn't try to fix me up with anyone else after that. A small mercy. Which is why I extended mercy to them. When they retired, they gave me control of the world they owned. Assuming, no doubt, that I would continue in the way they thought they shaped me.
I had had enough of their mold, so I broke free.
I opened my world to the Alliance, on one condition. That my parents continue to believe that their world is still shaped to their whims. Of course their staff are the best the Alliance have to offer. Taking care of their health, their diet, the illusion that they're still living in the world they shaped.
I have a complete list of everything they like and dislike to see. All the things they like and dislike to consume. The best lies to sell them on something for their own good.
Every aspect of their lives is as perfect as they could want it.
As for me, I have a partner I actually like, and we're looking into raising a kid in the Alliance way. Not necessarily one from our genes. My gene profile is... a bit of a mess to say the least of it.
I've already promised myself that any kids I raise will not be shaped according to my idea of what they should be. I will share cool things though, and let them decide if they like it.
Rainbow bedrooms, toys, and all.
As for my parents? Of course, their chambers are in varying shades of beige.
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