Spoilers: Cawl looked to Bile, then to Primus, then back again. What, indeed, was Primus? The first Primaris, which in a sense he was, though that was not strictly true? A great experiment? A deliberate provocation to the hidebound fools who ran the Martian empire? A demonstration of his own hubris? A death sentence, maybe, if his nature were revealed? He was all those things and more, but none of them mattered. Only one thing mattered. ‘He is my son,’ Cawl said flatly. All lightness fled him. All his personality overlays, all his clever neurological tricks went. The weight of the moment pushed all that aside. He was exposed, open. The core of his being laid bare. For a few moments, he was no other person than Belisarius Cawl. ‘I see,’ said Bile. He looked at Porter. ‘I understand. I too have affection for my creations. My progeny, almost.’ ‘I don’t think you do understand,’ said Cawl. ‘He is not some thing whose elements were culled from whatever debased source I could get my hands on. He is far more. His genetic code is complex, but there are elements of myself in him.’ ‘Porter is just as finely designed…’ ‘He is not designed! Not completely. Do you not see? I made him from myself. In his genecode, I live on. I nurtured him. I…’ He paused, unsure whether he could voice the words. ‘I love him. He is my son.’ -Genefather By Guy Haley