Krypton left the Mendeleev house and, with much input from the rest of his family, decided to start his legacy in a town called
Gravity Moonlight Falls, said to be the origin of all the fairies and werewolves that seemed to overrun Simerica nowadays. That was a bit scary for Krypton, as a coward, but the idea had been made final before he had gained the trait and there was no backing out now.
Moonlight Falls was too far away to drive there in one day… at least, not without driving at night. The highways were probably full of hitch-hiking ghosts and axe-murderers at night, so it was a relief when his mother and father had told him that a hotel room had been reserved in Bridgeport, so he’d have somewhere to stay on the way down to Moonlight Falls.
It was also a relief when he heard someone would be checking up on him to make sure he was alright. If he got mugged, at least someone would be able to inform his family of his demise promptly, and they would know to prepare Selenium or Bromine for the role of heir. Probably Selenium. Bro walked with this weird limp-thing ever since that one time she was grounded.
Krypton arrived in his hotel room well before nightfall, and it had a beautiful view. He stayed a bit back from the windows in case he’d fall out somehow.
Since he didn’t have any plans other than waiting for… whoever it was that would check up on him… Krypton changed into his athletic gear and started doing a workout with the television. One, two, three, four…
That was when She walked in. He’d never seen a picture before, since all of the family portraits had been lost in one of the Great Glitches generations before he’d been born, but he’d seen her ghost before. He was very glad that Ellie Mendeleev, the founder of the Mendeleev family, was appearing very corporeal this evening.
“Hello, Krypton! You look older than I expected, I’ll admit… and better looking… um…” She paused for a moment. “Anyway, I wanted to get a look at you, and debrief you on your objectives for the next part of the legacy.”
Krypton couldn’t help but think he’d need a cup of coffee to stay awake through it all.
“You look tired from your trip,” Ellie told him. “Why don’t you take a nap for a bit, and I’ll tell you more when you’re more well-rested.”
So Krypton climbed into bed, and tried to ease his mind about the future. After all, the founder of the family was right there, and she probably had some good tips to give him… just look at how the Mendeleevs had turned out with her as the founder.
She read as he napped, and Krypton was pretty sure that Ellie did not put down the book the entire time he was resting.
When darkness fell, Ellie led Krypton across the street, telling him that she would explain things when they reached their destination.
They went down to the basement of the building, into a bar. This was definitely not the sort of place that Krypton envisioned his great-great-whatever-grandmother frequenting.
“Now, the let’s talk about my legacy,” Ellie began.
“Don’t you mean my legacy?”
“Oh, no. It’ll always be my legacy. I’m just letting you borrow it for a bit. What do you see yourself doing with your life, Krypton?”
“Well, I want to achieve a perfect mind and perfect body, so no one will be able to pick on me anymore. That’s my lifetime wish. I thought I might get a job in the athletic career so I could work on my athletic skill while earning money, and then work on my logic skill at home.”
“Very good,” Ellie said. “Just don’t forget that you need to find a woman and give us some biological children to continue the legacy.”
It was pretty evident that Krypton had no objections to this part of his responsibilities.
“Now on to more serious matters,” Ellie said. “My legacy was founded on the ideas of science, knowledge, and learning. I think we can find a way to harness the idea of a legacy, and make it something more. Make it something to benefit science and all of simkind!”
Krypton was still caught up in the ‘producing offspring’ thing.
“Focus, kid! We don’t really know what the inner workings of a sim’s mind. We’re all little pixel people on a screen… but what does that mean for us? What is it really that our code tells us to do? The more we learn, the more questions we have about the sim mind. So I’ve devised a little psychology experiment. And you’re the guinea pig.”
“It’s called the Investigation into Sim Behavior while Independent, or ISBI for short.”
“I’m Surrounded by Idiots?” Krypton asked.
“If you really must use the layman’s terms. This experiment provides insight into the sim mind with very little interference. You’ll be the TH, which stands for–”
“If we’re continuing with the layman’s terms, then yes. It’s your job to found the family, and make sure things stay relatively on track until one of your offspring is ready to take over. Do you understand?”
“I… I guess.”
He had a bad feeling about this.