[ WP ] `` Genetic Designer Babies '' are commonplace , but parents only have so many `` stat points '' to allocate between your different physical and mental abilities . Your parents dumped all your stat points into one thing .

The strange man is sitting across the table, looking at me. I was always told to be a good boy and look people in the eye. So that's what I do. Until something better comes along. 
 I'm sitting here in this big empty room, just waiting. They watch me, I watch them. 
 I'm starting to get bored. 
 
 My dad would often get mad. Or sad. Sometimes both. I never did understand it. After my mom died my dad sort of, drifted away. He was still there, physically. Did what he had to, but not much else. They say the last step of grief is acceptance. Well I think my dad might have tripped on that one. All he said during my stat ceremony was that he wo n't let me go through the same thing he did. 
 
 ” Do you want some crayons? ” 
 
 I do n't know what these people want with me. 
 
 ” Tell me about your favourite toy. ” 
 
 I'm thinking about my dad. He really did his best. Not that it matters anymore. Sometimes I wonder how he saw this going. I guess even the best intentions can miss the goal. At least I wo n't miss him. 
 
 ” Do you have any friends at school? ” 
 
 My dad always told me that you shake a mans hand when you enter his house. 
 To bad he started to decompose after only four days. It made shaking his hand hard, even more so than him hangning from the ceiling fan. 
 
 ” I do have some friends at school. They call me Apathetic Adam, I think it's because of my stats. ”
