Frasier turned to his brother Niles. "Why does dad want us to visit the mechanic's shop? Doesn't he know by now neither of us are going to be interested in this?"
"Ohh, he knows. But you know dad. When he gets a bee in his bonnett. He was quite insistent we both come down here. He said he had something important to tell us."
Soon, Frasier and Niles were standing in front of a counter to a very grungy automotive shop. Their father was standing off to the side. He looked worn and tired. Martin came over to his sons and they immediately got serious. They could see from his face that they were about to hear a very serious discussion.
"Boys, I have something to tell you. I'm sorry I haven't told you this before, but, well . . . "
"Well, what?"
"C'mon dad." Niles anxiously wiped his hands. "You know you can tell us anything."
"Well, boys. You know how much I loved your mother. And how much I wanted her when we were that age. But we found out she couldn't have kids."
"You brought us down to the mechanic's shop to tell us we're medical mirales?" Frasier said, raising an eyebrow.
"Not medical miracles, exactly. More like scientific."
"You mean you and mom used IVF?" Niles said, loking confused. "I didn't think it existed back then."
"It didn't. But what did exist was a special government project. I wanted you to know before I died. You'll need to make regular trips to the mechanic shop to get tuned up."
"Tuned up?" Frasier's look of confusion was even worse than Niles's. "Dad. What are you saying?"
"You two . . . are robots?"
There was a moment of wilence. Niles turned to Frasier. "Well, that certainly explains a lot of your quirks."
"This from the man who still can't sit down on a chair."
Martin rolled his eyes and grumbled as the two sons devolved into yet another argument. "Where were the reset buttons were again?" He said, flipping through a manal.