The creature had awakened—the only question remaining was whether it had gained enough sentience to converse with us.
My child didn't wish to make me guess any longer, evidenced by the fact that…
A loud, high-pitched, girly cry reverberated across my home with the might of a volcanic eruption.
"DADDY!!"
"…"
"What?" I gasped, utterly flabbergasted. I was uncertain how to react appropriately.
Its parent had a deep, masculine voice, making me refer to it as a male, even though Geims were technically genderless. This baby Geim had the exact opposite tone of voice.
After shouting, the Geim's branches moved with newfound vitality, no longer swaying mindlessly in the wind but reaching forward with clear intent. One extended toward me, then another, then several more, moving in frantic motions.
Their tips curled around my face, tracing the contours of my cheeks, my jaw, my hair. It was exploring me.
