"The same," said Peter. He was torn in two directions—one, to stay with the
plan, and two, to blurt out his real identity to his father. He got lost for a 
moment looking into his father’s eyes—it had been so long since he’d seen him.
Half his life. The P. Clarris chip seemed to burn hot through the pocket of his jacket. "I did it, dad," he
thought. "I did the impossible."