The God of Knowledge approached parenthood exactly the same way he approached a failing planetary network. He viewed it as a highly complex, slightly inefficient systemic equation that desperately required absolute structural optimization.
Ignis stood entirely still in the center of the master bedroom. His flawless, golden metallic face was perfectly blank, but his glowing emerald eyes were violently tracking a massive stream of localized data. He was currently projecting a highly detailed, rotating three dimensional holographic blueprint of the wooden crib directly into the ambient air.
To the untrained eye, the crib Silas and Kael had hastily assembled was a beautiful, sturdy piece of traditional wooden furniture. To Ignis, it was a mathematical disaster.
