A future villain probably should not have a soft heart, but, unfortunately, you do.

You grimace and clap a hand over your eyes as if shutting out the sight of the situation would make things suddenly different. You know, however, that there isn't any changing what things are. No matter what you do, your dad is still a brain in a jar and the genetically engineered super-soldiers he'd created who were about as close to family to you as you could have needed you. That's the situation as it stands and you know that, despite everything in you wanting to turn and walk away from all of this, you can't just ignore things. You may have been raised by a somewhat amoral super-villain scientist, but you still cared about the people close to you...even if they weren't technically fully people.

You sigh heavily and let your hand slide away from your eyes so you can glare at the brain in the jar on the table in front of you. "You're kind of a manipulative jerk sometimes, Dad."

"Vell, I em an evil super-villain, efter all. I vould dink menipulation vould be an expected part of det.", your father replies, somehow managing to sound smug and triumphant even through a digital voice on a computer.

"Yeah, whatever. Fine. You got me. You know I love the girls. I'm not gonna leave them high and dry if I can help them.", you say to him and spread your arms out with the palms of your hands turned upwards to denote your helplessness in the situation, "Nothing to be done but to go along with taking over the family business earlier than planned. You wanted an heir to take over, well, here I am."

"Wunderbar! Dis is gut, Dietrich.", your father says happily, the digital voice issuing forth from the computer sounding pleased as could be, "I heff no doubt det you vill make me proud und carry on de name of Doctor Havoc vell."

"Yeah, yeah, that's fine. But first things first, what's this thing that you said the girls need from you or somebody with your DNA, which I guess means me, right?", you ask, your concern for the genetically engineered females your father had created grater than any ambition you had to be a great super-villain.

"Ah, ja, det is right. Ve should dake care of det before anyding else. It is quite important, since you are going to be de new Doctor Havoc. Ve vill need to get dis done first und foremost, you are correct about det.", he says and you can imagine him nodding sagely as he says it, though such an action is impossible for a brain and a pair of eyes floating in a jar.

"Great. So what is it?", you inquire again as your father has still yet to tell you what needs to be done.

"It is a simple ding, Dietrich. You simply need to profide Subjects A-Vun through E-Vun vith a sample of your DNA.", he tells you and you nod your understanding.

"Okay, sure. I'm guessing that they need that, what, to keep track of me and to reinforce a bond of master and servant or something programmed into their DNA, right?", you say.

"Ja, very good, Dietrich!"

"Well, I am your son, I guess. So, what, they need some blood or something?"

"Er, not quite. Dey require DNA of a more...pure sort. De true spawning point of life, one could say.", your father explains.

"...What do you mean, Dad?", you ask, even though you have a feeling you already know where this is headed.

"Dey require your semen, mein sohn. Vunce a month dey vill require it, in fact.", your father states matter of factly.

"...so...you want me to fuck them?"

"Dietrich! Det is quite crude!", your father chastises, "But, ja, det is correct."

"So...the girls need to have sex with whoever is in charge of them once a month or else they'll wither away and die?"

"Ja, det is correct."

"Meaning that you've been doing this once a month yourself since they were created?"

"Vell, after they reached sexual maturity, ja. Dis is vhy I accelerated deir growth so det dey vere sexually mature vithin a month."

"And...you designed them to be this way?"

"Ja, again, dis is correct."

"...You're a dirty old pervert, Dad."

"Sticks und stones, Dietrich. You may find mein methods distasteful, but I found dis vay to bod be simpler und more enjoyable for eferybody inolved.", he says, "Besides, any evil geneticist vorth anyding has attempted to create a perfect companion for deir sexual enjoyment. Most scientific edvencements cen be traced beck to a man vishing to reach sexual setisfaction."

"...I want to fault your logic, but your argument is strangely believable.", you reply and shake your head, "But you're still a dirty old man."

"Call me vhat you vill, but it is still someding det must be done und you are de vun who must do it", he says.

"Whoa, whoa! You want me to have sex with all of the girls!? Seriously?! I mean, that's just...it's weird, Dad! I grew up with them! I mean, they grew up a lot faster because you accelerated their aging, but, still! There was at least a week where I was the same age as all of them and we played together like siblings!", you exclaim, "It's just...it's weird, Dad! Plus, what if they don't even want to? I'm not going to **** myself on them!"

"You are being ridiculous, Dietrich! Vhether or not dey vant to do it, dey must to surfife. It is a necessity!"

"That doesn't make me feel better about it, Dad!"

"Your emotions should not enter into dis, mein sohn. Dink of it as a medical procedure, if you must. Es simple es taking deir temperature."

"Yeah, right! Medical procedure, my ass! What am I supposed to tell them, 'Open up and say ahhh for the meat thermometer'? I feel like a creep!"

"Ach, stop being difficult, Dietrich, and do vhat must be done! For the sake of de surfifal of de girls you are so fond of, if for noding else.", your father says firmly.

You know this is something that has to be done if you want to keep the girls alive, it's true...but that doesn't make it feel any less weird to have to have sex with the genetically engineered woman that you'd grown up around. That was really what made it weird for you. Not the fact that they were all genetic splices of human and animal, but the fact that you thought of them as family, making the entire situation feel somewhat incestuous to you. Could you do this? Really, could you bring yourself to cross that line?