He truly was my son. Even without my personal guidance, his personality and way of thinking were exactly like mine!
As Tony fell silent, Howard sighed repeatedly. His genes were exceptionally excellent, flawless beyond reproach.
It was not that Howard was overly narcissistic; he had theoretical grounds for it. According to genetics and evolutionary biology, if his genes had flaws, Tony's personality and thought process would certainly have been shaped by his environment as he grew up, rather than turning into a living replica of him.
As for Tony being just as lustful as him, Howard refused to take the blame. Passing on one's genes was every creature's instinct; it was not as if he had carved lust into his chromosomes.
Do not talk about honest men, and do not use people like the captain as examples. Lechers and honest men were fundamentally the same.
The difference was that lechers were honest inside and out, open and unashamed, while honest men looked proper on the surface but revealed their true nature after two drinks.
"Hey, you bastard over there, quit standing around like an idiot. Take off your faceplate and let me see your face."
Tony really wanted to know what his clone looked like. If the clone was ugly, he would destroy it on the spot.
"You want to see my face?"
Howard was slightly stunned, then snapped, "Bastard, who are you calling a bastard?"
Howard was utterly baffled. He did not understand where he had given himself away for Tony to suspect his identity.
In Russell's script, Howard had not been forced to conceal his identity. He simply did not want to say it himself—or rather, he did not want to reveal it yet.
The father and son had not seen each other for years. Howard wanted to