Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for October 24, 2015
I'm your real son! He's a robot trying to replace me! It's a lie! I'm your real son, and he's the robot! I... I can't tell which is which! One is my flesh and blood son, whom I bore with my own body. One is a perfect copy, who'll live forever and stay... Young... And cherubic. No growing up. No rebellious phase. Just... Just endless preciousness. What's 482 x 643 x 242? 75,002,092! I love you, son.