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[isthisart]

The next time Linya and Ekaterin meet up (for impromptu bonsai skellytum pruning lessons, lunch, and an attempt to teach Ekaterin the simplest version of a complicated haut card game) Linya says, while shuffling for a second example round:

"Miles and I are planning to get married again, Barrayaran ceremony groats and all, and I wondered if you'd be my Second."

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[thisvorlunatic]

"Well - at that point I think it's your choice," he says. "Whether to cook up a kid - and probably pretend they were already in the replicator when I left, to divert accusations of necromancy, or possibly necrophilia - or ditch the whole sorry planet and go be an enormously successful entrepreneur somewhere more civilized. If you wanted to stay, Ma and Da would back you. You're part of the family, as far as Mother is concerned, so that's that. But nobody's going to keep you if you don't want to be kept. If you wanted to keep the Vorkosigan line going but didn't particularly want to stay, you could start a son and hand off the replicator to his grandparents and escape. Ivan would probably be grateful; the Vorkosigan countship goes to him if Da and I both die heirless, and he doesn't remotely want it."

[isthisart]

"I suppose I'll postpone that hypothetical until and unless it's needed and go over options with the other involved parties. It seems like if nothing else it would depend on how far along I was on the design; I haven't even really started. Since the mystical gamete thing requires slightly more involvement to start out than we've previously troubled with."

Snuggle. It may be possible to tell that she does not want her husband to die!

[thisvorlunatic]

Snuggle. It is probably very easy to tell that her husband does not want to die on her.

"If I'm dead at the time I care much less about the mystical gamete thing, and God knows I've been through enough assorted medical procedures that you could construct some kind of horrible Miles-effigy out of the scraps, life-size if not life-like. You won't lack for genome samples to run off a quick random-assembly from, if you choose the 'drop a kid on my parents and flee' route."

[isthisart]

"Yes, but I would not become more inclined towards 'quick random-assembly' in this situation, I'd still want to make the basic health tweaks. - It occurs to me to ask, once mystical gametes have mystified, I'll be able to produce simulations of what the child will look like at various ages. Are you going to want to look at those?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"...I... am not sure," he says. "How accurate are they?"

[isthisart]

"Do you want to see my simulation-pictures? Next to actual pictures of me at those ages, if you like."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I - sure."

[isthisart]

Linya woggles her pen through appropriate picture summoning rituals, and produces two portraits of a five-year-old girl who looks just like her. They are distinguishable, but not in subject - only in hairstyle, setting, facial expression, and outfit. The one that is presumably the simulation picture displays a neutral expression and wears a basic blue dress in front of a green background and has her hair down (falling only to mid-thigh). The other picture looks like someone asked her to turn around and smile on her way to her piano lesson; there's a garden behind her and a book of sheet music flimsies in her hand and she's grinning and her pigtails are mid-bounce.

She's painfully cute.

[thisvorlunatic]

"...You were adorable," Miles informs her, though in an oddly subdued tone. "And - um. It occurs to me that - I mean - you could generate pictures like that of me. Couldn't you. The unaltered Miles phenotype."

[isthisart]

"Yes. My pen can't take a complete sample with just its identity-checking measures, but if I had a copy of your genotype to feed the problem I could. Do you want me to?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"I... am considering that very question, and I'm not sure yet."

[isthisart]

"Well, if you want me to, I can. There's no expiration date on my slightly illicit software."

[thisvorlunatic]

"All right. I'll continue dithering, then, I suppose." He kisses her hand. "And I suspect I won't know if I want to look at my children's phenotype projections until I know if I want to look at mine."

[isthisart]

"Dither away." She kisses his head. "More adorable small-Linya pictures?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Sure."

[isthisart]

She produces more adorable small-Linya pictures. They don't ever contain people other than her clearly visible in frame; either she's omitting those out of concern for the privacy of her fellow haut or for some reason group shots were not customary. There is some incidental imagery of the interior of her apartment, especially from after the invention of her pen when she could easily begin to take her own pictures; it was prettily decorated and spacious and had a gorgeous black grand piano in it. She is shown playing the piano and singing, walking from place to place, just smiling for the camera, and, in one particularly precious image, sitting in her float-chair for the very first time when she is three.

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles perches in her lap and giggles and hugs her a lot.

"If you want to see similar pictures of littler-Miles, you can ask Mother."

[isthisart]

"I believe I shall."

[thisvorlunatic]

He stretches up to kiss her on the cheek.

[isthisart]

Ooh, kisses. Linya approves. And kisses him right back. It's only fair.