I cultured some DNA from the hair. A trip to the corner pharmacy for a
12-pak of human eggs and some nutrient solution later, and I had a viable
xygote. I put it in storage to cook.

In 8 months I took the near-term fetus to the Acceleron, rented a
cubicle, shut the door with an air-seal hisssss, and dialed the controls
for 18 years 4 months.

3 weeks later, I met my project — a young swarthy boy of Aztec descent.
I don't know what I was expecting, but this was a surprise. I named him
Johnno, took him home, and taught him how to read and write. He turned
out to be a pretty good cricket player.