It had turned into some kind of routine, children were born one after another and slowly, their small family grew.
He enjoyed it though, time and time again and he knew that it was unlikely to ever change.
Ghost watched as the youngest of Utopias children slowly woke from his slumber. A boy with golden locks and purple eyes not much unlike his own. Just like a rare gem from their homeworld. And Mother had chosen an appropriate name for the child.
"Ametrine."
He held out a gloved hand to the newborn genome.
"Welcome to Utopia."