Better Faster Stronger

My Future Kids will be better than me. Hopefully in a variety of life-improving ways. My Future Kids will be be strong and brave and willful. That's my hope, at least. As much as I may or may not rock at being alive, My Future Kids will do better. I know that there will come a period when My Future Kids will look on my pitiful existence with a vague mix of pity and revulsion. Perhaps that is the natural order of things. Maybe when My Future Kids stop being such pricks and get over themselves, we can be friends again.
Is it okay to be friends with your kids? What does that even mean? I don't want to be friends with my parents, but maybe I'm just in the prick stage of life and have yet to get over myself and my vague revulsion at my parents.
I wonder what my parents wanted for me. How they thought I would turn out. Did they notice flaws in themselves and decide to train me out of them? I know that's what I'm doing with My Future Kids. I feel that in some ways I have done better than my parents in much the same way that I hope My Future Kids will do better than me. I think that with several generations of training, my genetic line may very well become full of normal, intelligent, well-adjusted human beings. The epitome of evolution. Normal human beings. I have high hopes for My Future Progeny.
But seriously, my offspring is going to kick some serious ass. And so will their offspring. And their offspring will all meet on some specified day in the middle of the desert and they will not know why except that for generations from parent to child there has been passed down a set of coordinates and a time. They will gather, and they will wonder what it means. They will look to the sky, surrounded by their kin, and far off in the distance they will hear it. Echoing over the vast desert, "We're no strangers to love...."