"You know, now that we have Noah, we could use him to really test out this program."
"I don't know about that Jake," countered Tim, whose confused and mixed up feelings still had him protective of his little brother, perhaps more protective than a brother normally would, considering he'd technically was Noah's father before the reality shift.
"When you thought of having a brother, did you imagine having a little toddler for one?" asked Jacob bluntly, kinda eager to see how Noah would grow up to look like.
"Well, no, I always sort of imagined having a sibling a few years younger... or maybe a few years older."
"We have a way to make him both," said Jacob.
"Sure, but I want to be the one to make him older," said Tim, not trusting the overeager gleam in Tim's eye.
"Of course, make him as old as you want. Just let me get dressed before you do," said Jacob by standing up and crossing the room to his closet and dresser, managing to slip on a pair of boxers while still wearing the night robe, and then a pair of jeans as Tim settled into the computer seat. Jacob was just cinching a belt around his waist as Tim looked at Noah's age options. The options for making Noah older were limited beyond a certain point, with certain ages grayed out--indicating that familial relationships would have to be changed before making him say 30 or 25, as Tim's parents would have been too young to have had Noah then. But there was nothing stopping Tim from making Noah say an older brother just in college, or any age younger than that, including conception--oddly enough. And it was at that moment that Tim realized Jacob's concerns about the machine destroying life as easily as it created life were fully realized by Tim.