My Utonium,
Hope you are well. Your children are doing smashing I hear. They have become rather famous throughout the area, vigilantes in the purest sense. You must be proud. I should apologize for my last letter. You see, I was in a frenzy. And you know how I get consumed by my ideas and trail—If you must know how it all started then I'll begin—It was on a full moon. Yes, a full moon when I felt compelled to put my theorems to practice, a lunatic thought perhaps. I had studied X, replicated it, and tested it in small doses on my plants, which now never wilt, and blossom and fruit with alien shape. (I shall send you a few seeds they will make quite an addition to your garden.) From what I gather X is some chemical that improves the physical continuance, the body, of the subject. It energizes and empowers the physical with mutant energy from the threshold of all energy, changing the body into something more appropriate to handle such intensity. This mutation for good or for bad, is unnatural, and if I continue to disobey nature, a bolt might quickly strike me, as silly as that sounds. But I couldn't care less. You see last week, after days of testing on the plants, felt I was ready to experiment with the human form—My wife, a young, dark, pretty thing I charmed in my stay in India, has begged me for a child for quite some time and in my small hiatus, I gave her one with an artificial sperm I had created from X. I found out today, in fact, that it was a success—My friend, right now, in this moment, incubates a subject of profound making—
Always,
Dr –