"Grand daddee, we have a small problem in our hands."
After the happy reunion had concluded, Siliana told her grandpops of our lil conundrum here.
"I remember in the Great Chambers of Prisoners o War, the women that got pregnant were taken care of with advanced technology."
"Mi ear cil, lisen, tis be a grea' wrong wo saye tat only omen can get preggie. Mageek not caret foret gender, anytin possible here in tis worl'."
"Your grandfather seems to be a modern specialist in gender equality." I tried to faintly pick up the broken coherence in his language.
Siliana smiled at my joke, and laughed.
"Yes, he takes specialty in using young incubii to spread their seeds of damnation in the world."
"Oh so he controls those young bulls like puppets?" I thought about my own such skill, and how handy it was.
