My mother found a man reputed to be an expert gene-splicer… even though human-engineering was illegal on my home planet and every other planet in the Technocracy. For a fistful of rubies (passed down as a sacred inheritance through ten generations and never touched until my mother spent them all), this DNA doctor promised to produce a perfect daughter who was smart, fit, and beautiful. Extremely beautiful. In particular, she would have vivid permanent thanaka-like beauty patches on her cheeks, forehead, and nose.

You can see where this is going, can’t you? But my mother couldn’t. For a woman who claimed to know suffering, she’d never learned much about the universe’s love of irony.

It’s no challenge to create a baby who’s intelligent, robust, and exquisite. The technology is well established. Building better babies has always been the driving force behind bioengineering, even if proponents pretend otherwise. Since the earliest days of gene-splicing, scientists have muttered about "improving agricultural stock" or "facilitating medical research," but those are just side issues. The primary target was and is the production of superbabies; any other result is a lucky offshoot. Never mind that manufacturing uberchildren has been banned for five hundred years. Laws or no laws, money continues to change hands to create gifted progeny who’ll outshine their peers. DNA technicians have all the equipment and expertise needed to produce smart, athletic, attractive offspring…

…provided one keeps to conventional notions of brainpower, fitness, and beauty. That’s what the black market does well. If, on the other hand, you make a special order — such as yellow-white streaks in specific regions of a little girl’s face — then the gene-engineers have to improvise.