You've heard most of it already. [he begins to pace, eyeing every one of them as he goes, but not with anything even close to malice; just disappointment] My father was one of the greatest scientific minds of our age--or he could have been. It is the results of his research and development that created much of what you saw and used in the town. Even down to most of the terraforming techniques... Our--[he stops himself]--my organization here is employing these techniques elsewhere, helping new colonies start up and prosper in environments that wouldn't have otherwise been able to sustain human life.

But this genius and recognition belongs to him, not me. I, as his son, had to complete his work, but it doesn't feel right to take the credit. He should have been allowed to see the fruits of his labor.

[his expression screws up as he spits out:] But instead, he died in that horrific fire. How was that fair?! Don't you see, why wouldn't that brilliant man be important to me? He was my father.

[pauses, forcing himself to calm down] But you're right, Mister Hawk. Nothing is free in this world. That is why I have utilized the funding from Ernesto Resarci.