“Designer Baby - You lay on the exam table, warm jelly on your stomach. The nurse's eyes crinkle at the corners. "Are we deciding the sex today?" Allen grins. "Yes, a boy!" You groan. "Do we have to choose? Can't we at least leave this to fate?” HumorScience FictionPregnancyBabiesChildbirthNear FutureBlack Mirror Book:One Hundred: Words / Days / Stories Source: One Hundred: Words / Days / Stories