Intolerance by Robert Reed Sometimes well assemble an issue of FampSF with a particular theme in mind and sometimes atheme will find us. This month it seems like most of the stories have some consideration ofparent-child relationships to them--perhaps none more so than Robert Reeds closer for theissue. quotHey Im speaking to you. Yes you my friend. Are those mammoth ears attached to some kind ofneural network Can you comprehend simple slow diction I wish to be released on thisapproaching corner. Pull over yes thank you. And will you help me with these damned strapsMechanical strength is not my strength as you can plainly see.quot The cab driver is a stocky fellow sweating rivers despite the chill of the vehicles airconditioning. He turns to stare at his only passenger jaw locked and his fleshy cheekscoloring. But he says nothing. He forces himself to remain silent one broad hand reachingwarily for the straps latch. quotYouve grown weary of my companyquot the passenger observes. quotYou want me gone. You want me outof your life. Well I will abide in your heartfelt wishes. Never again will our paths cross myfriend. Until I rule the world of course and then I will personally crush the likes of you.quotThe hand jumps back. quotThe likes of mequot the driver whispers. Then louder he asks quotWhat the hell do you know aboutmequot quotYou judgequot says the shrill little voice. quotDespite a lifetime of red meat and cheap beer youhave survived into your early fifties. The gold band on your finger promises a wife but theabsence of prominent digitals implies that she isnt cherished. Nor are there any bright-facedchildren worthy of a fathers pride. Judging by the name filling up your license you areSerbian. A genuine doormat race. The trace of an accent tells me you came to this country as