Jesus Valadez (author)

I wish my Daddy could have lived forever. He may not have been the greatest man that ever lived. He was only the greatest one that I know of.
But he couldn’t live without Momma Dee Dee. It would never occur to him. The two of them barely survived without Momma Donnie. When it was Momma Dee Dee’s time to go, Daddy just had to go with her.
I guess I’ve been crying all night. They both lived such full lives. They were so happy, so loving. With them as parents, we New Men were able to soar from the beginning. 
They gave my sister a significant part of their life’s savings when she was four years old and told her to learn how to make money. They gave Edie and Eddie everything they needed to become the great scientists they were destined to be. 
And me. Daddy let me surf and hack.

 

He never came down on me, no matter how outrageously I acted. Perhaps I was a bit out of control as a young girl, but I sure had fun. If he thought I was going too far he would gently pull me back from the precipice. 
And now they are gone. My heart is breaking. 

Sitting at the kitchen table and picking at a bowl of cereal I pulled up the virtual monitor to display The World Today, the on-line newspage. As I suspected, he was the big story.
The story read: "The Progenitor is dead. Andrew Adkins, progenitor of New Man, founder of New Man University and New Man Incorporated died last night of apparent heart failure. Coincidentally, his wife, Deirdre Adkins died of heart failure as well. Deirdre Adkins, PhD, had been Chief Executive Officer of New Man, Inc. It is believed that Mrs. Adkins succumbed first, and the shock caused Mr. Adkins to die as well."
Andrew Adkins, one of the giants of the twenty-first century, will continue to influence the world for decades to come through his many, many children. He has fathered Nobel Prize winners and Presidents, philosophers and scientists. Andrew Adkins may be the last great Homo sapien.

 

Heart failure? It wasn’t heart failure. Daddy turned himself off. I guess you’d call it suicide, but it wasn’t really. He looked at himself as part of a whole. The part couldn’t go on without the whole now could it?
The newspage got it all wrong. I know my parents. Their hearts could never fail. They died like they lived. It was death by fucking.

-the end-

Thanks to the many readers who have supported this story for so long. It is your feedback that has encouraged me to continue writing it. I intend to start Book 2 very shortly, this one relating the lives and exploits of the eKids. 
Comments and criticism is always welcome. Anyone who would like a picture of Donnie and Deirdre should send me an email. Please include your email address, as it is hard to send you the pictures without it. These pictures were sent to me by a reader. But I like them.

 

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