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Ethics [Thursday, March 20}

Today Anakin's desk was covered with droid babies in bassinets.

Each baby had a tiny stuffed Ewok tucked next to it. Shh.

"Today we talk about lust," Anakin said. "Or rather, the unintended consequences that can happen when you take action without precautions."

He smiled. "Meet your little projects for the next week. They're heavy, they cry, and they will record everything you do with them. So if you stuff them into a closet for a week, believe me, I'll know."

He reached for a list of paper. "Some of you I've paired together, some of you are single parents." His smile turned a little evil. "Some of your babies are a little fussier than others."

He was a petty, petty man.

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Karal dropped his head on the desk and groaned. "You," he said, partly amused and a great deal relieved, "enjoyed that far too much."

She did; she really did. Adah chuckled silently, shaking her head as she took up her pen again.

"I'm a sadist; so shoot me. It's entirely your fault for making it so easy, though, really. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, though, I suppose I should just can my hopes and dreams of naming our robot spawn Bob, shouldn't I?"

"My credulity is far greater than it used to be before I came here." Karal lifted his head and grinned at her. "On the contrary, I think we should name it Bob. In honour of our esteemed librarian and your soon to be many rabbits. And Adah," he looked at her solemnly - well, almost solemnly. He was having trouble not laughing - "if, in all the weirdness that manifests on this island we get pregnant boy rabbits, I am going to hold you responsible for putting the idea out there!"

Adah glanced over toward Karal, a wry smirk on her face as her head lowered to send a challenging gaze his way from beneath the fringe of her bangs, as if considering this responsibility he was now placing on her unbalanced, uneven, crooked shoulders.

Finally, she noted, dutifully accepting the burden, and, should it happen, her expression made it clear that she would bear it with the utmost pride. Especially since she intended on capturing a few of those said pregnant male rabbits (or coaxing someone to capture some for her), observing them, studying them, and churning out a breakthrough medical document.

And then she wrote again: "Let's not name her Bob. I have enough Bobs in my life, I'm afraid. If we name her, let's name her Edgar."

This was why he liked Adah, for all her prickliness. She could express more with a single look than most people could in hundreds of words. "Edgar it is, then," he said, looking down at the droid baby. "You can be Edgar, and you will grow up to be a credit to both your parents."

He felt a little silly, knowing it wasn't real. But it yawned and smacked its lips in its sleep - and I am going to have to stop thinking of it as an it - in her sleep, making it hard to remember.

With a small, impressed expression at Karal's acceptance of the suggestion, Adah gave him an appreciative smirk and then turned her attention for a moment toward the fruit of their sudden, supposed, imaginary lust, and smiled a little bit more as she poked the wee robot's wee robot nose. Lucky her. Thanks to her father's congeniality, she got to be named after a dead, drunken, inbreeding poet rather than Adah's dead little sister, which was what she was going to suggest if he'd been against the idea. Edgar's nose wrinkled at the touch, but, otherwise, she regarded it no more than the tiniest blip in her programmed sleep. It would have been an almost maternal gesture on Adah's part, really, surprisingly so, if it weren't for the fact that she'd merely tucked her pen into her palm to free up her fingers, thus threatening to poke the droid's eye out if she'd made any sudden movements.

She then gave Karal another wry smile, drawing her hand back and turning the pen around to the utilitarian position so that she could write. "Don't let her get dismantled before Friday; I need a good grade in the class."

Karal let absolutely no trace of the fact that he found that entirely cute, despite the pen and potential eye poking, because he was afraid the pen might be turned on him if he did.

He just nodded, straightened in his chair, and said, "Yes ma'am," very obediently and with only the tiniest trace of a smile. "I shall pass her over to you on Friday perfectly safe and sound."

Adah narrowed her eyes momentarily at Karal, suspect of that small hint of amusement tainting the severe gravity of the situation, but, ultimately, she conceded to his words with an agreeing nod.

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