"Mom, I told you, we're going to go through with it".
Erica walked into what had been Jeff's room, now a storage room. She was in a roomy shirt, and the top button of her jeans had been undone to make room for her plump midriff. At three months, she wasn't big enough to show, but certainly big enough that her clothes were starting to get tighter at the belly. And she wasn't about to buy maternity clothes just yet. At least she wasn't throwing up constantly at this point.
"I'm just saying! I didn't think that a daughter of mine would ever get married pregnant... not that it's any of my business mind you, but I always thought my daughter would be able to contain herself at least till after marriage, and what will people think seeing a pregnant bride walking up the aisle? I'm just saying..."
Erica sighed as her mother Deborah followed her into the room. In her forties, stocky and gray-haired, she was determined to give her daughter a piece of her mind. In fact she had been doing so ever since she told her about the pregnancy.
Maybe that had been a mistake.
As Deborah continued rambling about what good girls were supposed to be like, Erica sat at the computer and opened it idly. Nobody really used this computer and she was thinking of selling it. Maybe delete the files on it first.
The first thing she noticed was the Chronivac program. She didn't recognize it and, curious, clicked on it. It immediately started scanning, picking up her, Deborah, Jake downstairs, and her unborn child.
Wait, what?
Erica's eyes widened. This was real. Everyone was labeled. Including the fetus inside her. She had chosen to keep its sex a surprise, but it was labeled as Male. And it even had a name. Jeff? Why would I call him Jeff? Why does he have a name already?
Her heart raced as she took in the implications of this program. It couldn't be real, could it? She looked around nervously. Only one way to find out...