[ WP ] Today , you went into the room your parents told you to never go in .

With a simulated sense of nervousness I grabbed onto the doorknob. For as long as I was capable of remembering, my parents told me never to go into their secret closet. But now I had the whole house to myself, and it was time to really let go, to forget all the rules and protocols and assert my independence. With all my strength I pulled open the heavy neutronium door, and defiantly stepped inside. In a nanosecond I was heartbroken. There were the vestigial human remains of my parents, floating in large glass tubes and connected to an incalculable number of life support machines. Heartbreak turned to anger. Why did n't they tell me I was adopted?! I performed several hundred statistical and logical models of the situation, and reached the only possible conclusion. My parents did n't want me to be ostracized on account of them only being transhuman, and not posthuman. Anger turned to love. 
 
 `` Mom! Dad!'' I said, sending my signal to the location in space their consciousnesses were being projected to. `` You could have told me I was n't really your child! I'm programmed to be incapable of holding any long lasting negative feelings towards either of you... And I would n't have it any other way!'' A few years later I received their response. Their holo-forms met me in cyberspace, and we had a nice big hug that lasted for centuries.
