“Hey, it’s Glarn. Can you come over this evening? I just… need to talk to someone.”

Glarn had left that message on P.T.’s answering machine. P.T. had heard it when he got home and was really worried now. His friend didn’t sound too good.

When he arrived, Glarn led him to the roof terrace and they sat down, looking across Strangetown for a while. Finally, P.T. decided to ask “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“You know, Glabe and I have been trying to have children for a while now, and we were starting to suspect something was up. Now it’s official. Glabe just got the results and she… can’t have children.”

P.T. looked down. He knew that Glarn had always dreamed of having a large family. “How are you holding up?”

“Glabe feels bad, even if it’s not her fault. I told her it’s fine, we can just adopt, but still… And I know my parents really want some grandchildren. I guess we all need some time to realize this is not going to happen.”



They sat and talked for a while longer and Glarn seemed to cheer up. He thanked P.T. for listening to him and P.T. headed back home.

With a plan in mind.



“It’s the perfect fit.” he told the Drone over dinner. “Glarn loves children, he’s super smart and I live nearby. Glabe can’t have children, but there’s no reason Glarn can’t have them!”

The Drone smiled and nodded. “He seems like a good target for an experimental pollination, especially since your friendship will allow you to see your children grow up. Eventually, you will need to spread out further, but for a first run, this will be ideal.”



That night, P.T. went up to the roof and started to work on the pollination equipment. Just like he’d repeated it countless times with the Drone. Setting coordinates, specifying target, setting time, …



It was a beautiful, cloudless night. Glarn would be on the roof, studying constellations, long after his family had gone to bed.



The timing was perfect.

P.T. checked the controls one last time and prepared the machine.

“And… set off!”

A bright beam shot straight up into the sky and when P.T. strained his eyes, he thought he saw it come back down in the distance.

“All parameters within the expected range. Target confirmed.”



A bright beam of light suddenly engulfed Glarn. He first thought it was a passing car and pulled back from the telescope, but then he realized it was coming from above him.



And it was pulling him in!

Glarn tried to hold on to the telescope, but the force was too strong. In the end, he decided to let go rather than damage his scientific equipment.



His task finished, P.T. carefully shut the machine down and covered it up again.

“Heh. Space aliens.” he muttered as he made his way back to the ground.

Glarn would be so happy.



And that’s when P.T. heard a low noise coming from inside the house. He ran towards it.



Just in time to catch one last glimpse at the Drone before he faded away.

Just in time to hear him whisper “Good-bye, my son.”

Just in time to realize that he was all alone now.



“Father? No! Father! You can’t fade! I didn’t give you permission to fade! Father? FATHER!”

But the Drone didn’t answer.



P.T. buried his father next to his mother. Alone.

He was all alone now.



P.T. couldn’t stand the house anymore. He needed to leave.


Poor P.T.. He had a legitimate nervous breakdown after losing his father and moving the grave. As an unmarried family sim, he wasn't doing that great to begin with.

P.T. definitely had good intentions when he impregnated Glarn. We will see if Glarn appreciates the thought later. To be exact:

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