To say that Nana was bred for pleasure is not exactly accurate. A paramour she, indeed, became, but hers was an altruistic genesis (in a prototypical sense), a tool for tissue regeneration, a renewable stem cell resource for graft-quality skin. But, like so many donor drones engineered in the early days of Synthegenetics, some tampering had occurred, creating a non-fatal exception, in Nana’s case, which ordinarily never would have come to term. Yet, due to a phenomenon dubbed "spontaneous parturition" whereby material deemed appropriate for a single characteristic abruptly takes on many, Nana’s altered cells proceeded to divide. Left unchecked (and given a suitable habitat) the end result was a viable human being—embryo onto foetus onto bouncing baby boy. Or girl. Or Nana Wolffmüller—whose gender classification was logged as “ambiguous” because, anatomically speaking, her genitalia proved… unique. Sold in lots, like chattel, these laboratory orphans conveniently disappeared. Decades passed before their trafficking was stanched by international prosecution.