In the heart of Dimmadelphia an imposing golden skyscraper towers over the city, it's height far surpassing legal guidelines for the proper construction of infrastructure. Though laws like that can be simply overlooked… for the right price. The tower is home to multi-billionaire Dale Dimmadome, owner and founder of the biggest tech company in the world, Dimmadome Gl0bel. A modern-day innovator and pioneer, he was able to leave his suburban roots and move into the big city where he spends his days scheming new ways to generate even more profit. His son, Devin "Dev" Dimmadome, lays lazily on one of his dad's many circular couches playing games on his iPad. Only looking away so he can grab himself a handful of cashew cheese nachos being held by a nearby O-pair drone. This is what weekends were usually like in the Dimmadome resident. Both parties not speaking a word to each other and generally keeping to themselves. Today would have been no different, if it wasn't for someone knocking on the front door.

Dev turns to face the door, iPad still in hand. Contemplating if he should get up and answer the door or just continue playing. Eventually deciding, begrudgingly… to get up when he hears the doorbell ring. Dumping his iPad on the couch as he heads towards the door. Hearing a quick succession of airhorns as the person rings the doorbell over, and over, and over again. "Yeah, Yeah, I'm coming! geez…"

Reaching the door, he presses a button to open it, the door parting to show a large old man wearing a white, black and gold mid-western get-up with a massive hat sitting on his head. His eyes lighting up as he recognises the man to be no other than his grandfather, Doug Dimmadome. He can't help the smile that creeps up on his face as he goes in to hug his grandpa, a man he hasn't seen in a long, long time. "Grandpa Doug!" Dev hugs his grandpa tightly, holding him in a loving embrace. Doug in return simply rubs the young boy's head, ruffling his hair up a bit. "Aww… you little rascal! Look at how much you've grown! last time I saw you, you were just a little thing!" Dev lets go of his grandpa, attempting to fix his now messy hair. "Grandpa, the last time you saw me I was like… six"

"Huh? Has it really been that long? must have lost track of time while I was vacationing, you know how it is…" Doug peers into the house briefly before looking back at his grandson "How about we both head on inside? can't just stand in the doorway talking all day!" Dev turns heading to the couch. Doug following behind him, manoeuvring himself in a way that would allow his gigantic hat to fit through the doorway. Eventually taking a sit beside Dev on the couch. "This place has changed a bit since I was last here, or maybe I'm simply not remembering things right…" spotting the drone with the nacho plate, he deicides to grab himself a serving. "…Heck if I knew there would be nachos I would have dropped by sooner!" popping the nachos in his mouth, his face slowly grimaced as he chewed. "Boy, there is something wrong with these nachos, what did you guys put in them?"

"They were made using cashew cheese…" Dev answered timidly, feeling a twinge of embarrassment as his grandfather looked at him in confusion. "Cashew cheese? Ain't cashew supposed to be a nut?"

"I mean it is, but it can be used to make diary-free cheese" Doug starts to laugh, which makes Dev feel even more embarrassed. "Dairy-free cheese!? That's hilarious!" Dev frowns, clenching his fists tightly. "Yeah…hilarious" Hooping off the couch Dev grabs his iPad and starts walking to his room. "Aww come on Devie I was only kidding!" Doug takes off his hat, rummaging around a bit before he finally pulls something out. Which he proceeds to hide behind his back while putting his hat back on. "I got you a gift" Dev turns, walking back to his grandpa. "What is it?"

"Oh, you know, just a little something I got while I was vacationing…" he then pulls out a turquoise CD case, one side having an image of a smiling cartoon tooth and the other side having a picture of a man who looked to be about his father's age wearing a red beanie grinning with the biggest, whitest, shiniest set of teeth Dev has ever seen. The case read 'Chip Skylark's Greatest Hits. Limited Edition CD Collection'. Doug then hands him the case, which he promptly discards. "A CD case!? Seriously!? No one listens to CD's anymore Gramps!"

Suddenly the adjacent door opens, Dale stepping out wearing his bluetooth earpiece, seemly being on a call with someone. "Can you hold a moment? I need to deal with something real quick" he quicky turns towards his son, yet to notice the man sitting next to him. "Devin, turn it down a notch will ya? I'm on a very important call right now and I can't-" his eyes widen as he finally notices his father sitting on the couch. "On second thought, I'll have to call you back later… bye" he pushes a button on his earpiece, ending the call, staring directly at his father the whole time. "Hello son! It's been so long since I last saw you, how have you been?"

"Hello Doug, I've been fine… great actually"

"Aww come on now, no need to address me so formally, were family after all" Dale rolls his eyes at the comment, already starting to grow impatient with the man. "I don't have all day, just tell me what you want from me, so I can go back to my call"

"What? Can't an old man visit his family just because he wants to spend time with them?" Dale folds his arms, unconvinced of his father's true intentions. "But you know, now that you mentioned it, I do have a small favour to ask" A small, exasperated sigh escapes Dale's lips, he figured as much. "Devin, go to your room, we grown-ups need to have a chat"

"Ughh… But dad…"

"Don't make me ask you again, son" Dale threatened, clearly not in the mood for any sort of argument his son may have had towards the matter. Dev grumbles, grabbing his iPad as he sulks off in the direction of his room. Hiding himself around a corner instead so he could listen in on the conservation. Dale takes a sit across from his father. Watching the old man like a hawk, waiting for him to speak. Doug clears his throat. "So…I'm in the market for some 'security' you see, for my malls…" he shifts himself forward slightly, sitting close to the edge of his couch seat. "…But hiring people is…messy, so I was wondering if I could purchase some of those flying robots of yours…"

"Flying robots?" Dale raises a brow in confusion. "You mean my O-Pair drones?"

"That's right" Doug remarks rather enthusiastically. Dale scoffs, lending forward in his seat. "First of all…" he states while holding up a finger. "…You could have just called and made an order, and secondly…" he states again, now holding up two fingers. "You told me you were retired"

"A Dimmadome can never retire from money son, it is our one true love in life" Dale lowered his fingers, at a loss for words. He wanted to argue with the man, but he couldn't. Because he knew his father was right. Quickly recomposing himself he continues with his line of questioning. "Well, that doesn't answer my first question, why not just call in an order like a normal person?" he lends back on the couch, a smug smile forming on his face. "Surely even you can't be that 'old fashioned' that you have to conduct your deals in person"

"Well, you see here…I was hoping that you would be kind enough to give your old man a 'family discount', figured I would have an easier time of convincing you if we chatted face to face" the statement was followed by silence. Both men caught in a staring contest with one another, seeing who would crack first. "You're kidding, right?" Dale finally speaks up, holding back a chuckle. "I don't kid when it comes to business" Doug said matter of factually the man taking on a serious, almost cold demeanour. A vast contrast to the normally friendly demeanour he would more typically display. Dale burst into a fit of laughter, not even trying to hold back anymore. It takes a few minutes of controlled breathing to fully compose himself enough to give a response. "Did you really think that I would actually give you a 'family discount'!?" Dale remarks mockingly, rising from his seat. "We are not family, and you are most certainly not my father!"

"How can you say that!? You're my flesh and blood!"

"Flesh and blood doesn't mean anything if you're willing sell off your kid to any common psychopath whose willing to 'babysit' indefinitely for you!" Dale blurts out a fit of rage. Doug looks at him in stunned silence.

Dev winces, hiding himself further into the corner, or as far as he could while still being able to see what was going on. He never heard his father yell like that before, it terrified him. He wanted to run, hide in his room like his dad told him to. Play on his iPad and pretend he didn't hear anything. But he's too scared to move now, afraid his dad will notice and turn his ire on him. So, he stayed, and continued listening.

"Seven years of my childhood that I will never be able to get back because of her! because of you…" Dale spits out, hate and spite filling every word. "Now, now…" Doug says in a condescending manner, as if talking to toddler having a tantrum. "You can't blame me for your…unfortunate kidnapping, I mean how was I supposed to know…"

"Well, you didn't exactly look worried or surprised when you had finally found me after all those years, you didn't even seem to miss me…"

"I was…simply in….shock, is all, I missed you very dearly…"

"That's what I thought, at first, but even when I was around the house, you avoided me, you had better 'priorities' than spending time with your son, the one you claimed to have missed so much" Dale signs, sitting back down. "Just…get out, I don't even want to look at you anymore…" without saying a word, Doug gets up and heads for the front door. Struggling with the door controls until he finally manages to open the door and leave. "Dad…?" Dev whimpers out, having moved from his hiding spot, now standing awkwardly in the middle of the hallway. And much like his father, Dale doesn't say anything, he simply gets up and heads for his office.

Dev is alone, with only his thoughts for company. But he didn't like being in his head. He didn't want to think. He didn't want to feel. So, he sat in the same spot his father was mere moments ago. Turned on his iPad. And played.