My wife is almost home, and I wish I knew how she would take the news of the lab accident. It wasn’t my fault, really. Jacob was the one who dropped the vial of viral nanite resquencers. Before any of us knew what was happening, everyone in the lab was an identical copy of Yuki, our lab assistant. I wonder if my wife will be relieved to learn we were able to contain the nanite cloud, or upset that I’m now female, Asian, and young enough to be her daughter.