Threefer

I've been so busy, I've barely had time to write! So, I moved into a town I'd never heard of, in the hopes that they would never have heard of me. Lucky Palms, it's called. I found it by driving until I was out of gas, pretty much. And I was right - for the most part, they'd never heard of me. Naturally there's been a lot of work to do. I joined the local militia, in part to try and collect viable DNA samples, and in part to do my duty by the community. After all, it was my failures that yielded such disastrous results. It didn't take long at all - maybe a couple of months at most - to round up all the zombies in the area. So far, there isn't a cure, but as long as they're kept in quarantine, well. The point is, the zombies aren't a big threat anymore, and I'm hailed as a hero for my part. That made it so much easier to get the samples I needed. I met a man - a witch - who had the perfect DNA for the project. I'd already discarded two other samples. The science station whirred as I brought it to life on battery power, using it to create the baby. It was a fascinating process to watch - it built the skeleton, then it built the organs and muscles, before finally covering the body in a layer of skin. The infant was so soft as I held him in my hands, and I found him to be beautiful. Of course I'd already programmed his brain with all the knowledge I had accumulated over the years, that was the point of all of this, after all. I may not be the perfect being, I may never know everything, but my ... "son" will. I've made certain of that. When Troy - the witch - discovered what I'd done, he was curious. He - we - well. We got to talking. I found him to be handsome enough, and a decent person, besides. I've still got things to do, but more importantly .... It's becoming increasingly obvious that I, alone, will not be able to reverse the damage I've done. It will take generations. I need DNA to ensure that those generations exist - and only DNA gotten straight from the 'source' will do. So I married Troy, and we planted our first seed together. The miracle of life.

Whee, Military and Alien Tech cleared this go. Married in the supernatural whose DNA I took for the AT requirements, and have so far planted two seeds. We have now Kiera - the only Sim in the house who can cook, Troy - shooting for Symphonic because I forgot I could roll and that came up first in the paper (still badass luck), Terry - the clone baby, and Rose - the heir apparent. There's also another seed in the planter. I did forget to buy a refrigerator before moving non-plants into the household, but, you know, little things. It was fixed the next day, anyway. Over all, things are going smoothly. Let me just go find some plywood to knock on.