With some adjustments to the data on Jim's profile you schedule him for a month's vacation. His boss and colleagues now expect him to be off and Jim will know that he has this time off to spend with you, his biker brother and your bros. Today was a stopover for you to allow for your other son Mark to catch up to the rest of the 'club'.
You adjust Jim's stats. Your former dad now your son, needs a nice thick beard. He stopped growing one and kept a moustache as soon as he joined the law firm of Beckley, Beckley and Pierce. You up his body hair while you're at it; why should Mark be the only kid to take after his Bear Daddy? You put about 40 more pounds of muscle on him and about 15 lbs. of fat. You add about 5 inches to his height bringing him up to 6' 6" just so that he's better proportioned with the added muscle and weight you gave him. You decide to adjust his attitude to be less fretful about little stuff, more easy going and less intense when he doesn't have to be. The 'memory adjustment' toggle is on. You're ready.
You go back down to the kitchen with the chronivac under your arm and grab a couple of beers to take with you to the weight room.
Jim's still in the shower, you get close to the frosted door and say to your son, "I brought you a beer to start your vacation off right."
You hand it over and Jim says, "Dad, you know I'd love to go." He takes the beer, cracks it open and you hit the enter button.
You hear him chugging the beer. You hear the can crumple and he tosses it out over the frosted glass door, it lands with a clatter on the gym floor. "Ah! That was great Pop! Anyway, I'd love to go, thanks for bringing the extra scoot, when did ya say Mark gettin' here?" Your son asks.
You're lighting up a big fat cigar and growl around it, "He's probably gonna be here early."
Jim turns the shower off opens the door and you see your son naked for the first time since he was about eight. He's incredible casual about it as he reaches for his towel. He's beefy and covered from head to toe in fur. You're happy to see the family jewels were inherited well as he's as big as you are where it counts.
"What's a matter Pop?" Jim says at the look on your face, he begins rubbing the towel through his thick medium length beard.
"Nuthin' son, just admirin' my work; you know, you need a girlfriend." You say to him. "I'd be a shame if our genes died out, 'sides, you need to have a kid just so you know what kinda trouble you were."
He rolls his eyes at you and continues to dry himself.
"I'm gonna head on up to my room and grab a shower myself." You say and toss him the other beer. Jim notices the laptop chronivac at your side and asks you about it.
"Ah, just some work I've gotta finish up." You say casually.
"Yeah, and you wonder where I get my work ethic?" Jim says and cracks open the beer.
"Well, a healthy work ethic is one thing, son, but stressin' out's another." You retort.
He downs the beer quickly and some of it leaks out the sides of his mouth. The foam drips down into his beard and onto his furry chest. "Just like his ol' man." you think and chuckle, remembering him do that very same thing with the first beer you gave him.
He crushes the can and tosses it on the floor, he laughs. "How's that Pop?"
"That's m' boy!" You say and puff on your cigar.
He looks at you seriously and says, “So, what's with this 'I need grand kids' push all of a sudden?"
"Well son... a man gets older and he just likes to be sure he's gonna have family is all." You say and you honestly don't know where that came from.
"Worried about dyin'?" Jim says and he looks at you like you were a defendant on the stand, analyzing you. "You're not keepin' anything from me, are you Pop? How's your health?"
"I'm fine, really, it's nothing like that. I'm strong as a bear and just as healthy as a horse." You say.
Jim looks you over again, putting you under his microscope and decides you're telling the truth.
"OK..." he says, wrapping the towel around his waist. "Hey, I'm gonna get a look at that bike you brought for me here in a minute or two, after I get dressed." He says.
"Alright, I'll be down after my shower." You say to him.
You head back up to your room, taking the chronivac with you.
You shower and head down to the driveway and Jim is running his hands over your bike.
He hears you come up behind him and says over his shoulder, "I remember when you first got this ol' Harley. Mom pitched a fit, but when she saw how much it meant to you and how close it brought you and Mark together, she stopped complaining."
"Well, you were my first and we were always close. Mark was always so solitary. He's still a bit of a loner, but fixin' this ol' hawg up with him broke down a lot of the barriers we'd built." You say.
Just then you both hear the roar of a motorcycle up the street. It gets closer and you say, "Well I'll be damned! He's early."
The bike pulls into Jim's driveway and he's beaming.
Your other son, Mark pulls into the driveway and gets off his hawg... He's big, bearded and though Jim is too, Mark is the one that favors your looks. Mark smiles around his stogie.
"Pop! Big bro!" Mark says with a big grin splitting his thick, chest length jet black beard.