Yes, I do see your esoteric dilemma, slim. Looks like a string of bad news there; quite reminiscent of BDR's 2015 quarterlies.
1. You fathered 17 lovely daughters.
2. No sons.
3. After the 17th birth, your wife declared: No more!
4. Even if you had sons, humanity was already doomed from the start of your "project".
The philosophical analysis on Au and Ag doesn't quite lend itself to romance, eh? Wink...
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