Geeks bearing gifts

I had a sort of half-asleep dream last night in which I was selected (for some reason) to be the contact-point, or front-man, through which a lot of advanced technology was to be given to humanity¹.  And, as I lined up legal backing from the EFF and the High Frontier Foundation to try to protect against the government just grabbing everything and declaring it all top secret, I found myself thinking, "Aw, c'mon, do I have to do this now?  I don't want Bush somehow getting credit for this."

[1]  Starting out with a safe, reliable, scalable fusion power source, and a solid-state air-breathing thruster that had no moving parts and required no fuel, just power.

"Look, Daddy, I found a mole!"

One expects to periodically be proudly presented with dead rodents and similar small mammalia by one's cats.  It's an inherent part of having cats.

One does not, normally, expect the same from one's children.