Chicago, Illinois, March, 2078, Saturday…

Bobby nervously waited for Samantha to return from the bathroom. He was stretched out on the bed naked except for his shorts. His head was spinning a little from the beers, yet he was nervously waiting for what she had to tell him. He knew she had seen her gynecologist.

She was probably going to tell him whether it was a boy or a girl. They could do that now. He wanted a boy more than a girl, but there was always time to make more babies.

She came out of the bathroom, completely naked, except for the chain around her neck. She was fondling the crucifix that was attached to the chain.

"God, you're beautiful," said Bobby.

She laid down beside him.

"I don't want to make love tonight, Bobby."

"Hell, why not, woman? You got some other guy you want to do it with?"

"No, I'm just not in the mood, Bobby."

"All right. So what did the baby doctor say?"

She looked at him sadly and a single tear rolled down each cheek.

"The baby has Down's."

He looked at her, thinking a moment.

"We'll get rid of it. We'll make a new one."

"No, I'm having the baby. I'm Catholic."

"Are you crazy, Sam? Those genetic boys can help, but not much, in this case. Think of all the responsibility."