If things are to stay the same, everything must change.
There were two replicators on the table, that itself so different from Beta Colony: Aral Alexander and Helen Natalia at the limit of their incubation. A familiar snap at the lifting of the latches, the sweep and slap of the obstetrician busy with his vibra-knife over her firstborn grandchild. Who was a boy. She had known it was always this way, of course, that the reproductive technology all but guaranteed it, but to see it here in her own home, unthought-of, unconsidered, natural. No Counts' daughters would be inheriting any time soon.
Countess Vorkosigan gripped her skirts at her sides.
*Two one-shot recs, completely different: Equality, and a crossover, Where Some Klingons Have Gone Before
**Which if you haven’t seen, is very long and utterly wonderful. I must actually read the book before I go on holiday in September.