Here's a snippet from tonight. And now, to bed. (In the morning, a hopefully final pass on the Captain Jack essay (made good progress today, final due Wednesday), and then, if kids and Kevin allow, I'd like to work on this some more. We'll see.)
She'd asked, or rather, demanded, "Why not give me a better internal thermostat? You modified other things, why not that?" What Narita actually wanted, deep down, were huge butterfly wings growing out of her back, but even at thirteen, she had realized how impractical those would have been.(excerpted from "Old Friends Meet," The Stars Change
Her mother, Uma, smiled, brushing damp hair back from Narita's forehead with a cool hand. "Hush, child. We made sure you wouldn't get cancer or smallpox or Jovian flu. That your eyesight and hearing would be perfect. That is not the same thing as tweaking your genes, willy-nilly. When you have your own children, you'll understand -- you should only make important changes to the genes. Too much changing is dangerous."
The snarky pre-teen replied, "You made me pretty, too. Was that important?"
Uma just shook her head, refusing to engage. "Go take a nice, cool swim. You'll feel better."