I vacillate on this particular issue. Part of me wishes that I could pair off with someone, forget a full decade of mistreatment and isolation-induced atrophy, and live a solid, happy life like some normalfag. A foid that pretends to love me, children whom I send off into the uncharted temporal stretches ahead of me bearing an unconscious twitch of my memory into eternity.
But I'm the terminus. It's an impossible ambition to cherish. Even if I ascend, that will be the end of my inroads into ordinary life, whereupon I draw back toward myself having scored an ultimately empty victory. Just a trophy to take with on my solitary march to the grave.
I have given thought to donating sperm. I meet all the criteria and have no outstanding defects, so it might be a way to placate any anxieties that might arise from being trapped in a dead end. I don't think I'd do it though, as it would just be used to produce some mongrel kid for a post-wall latinx lesbian. Poor son of a bitch would be even worse off than I am. Plus, I've got a varicocele, so my sperm quality might be on the poor side.