This was the first time Harmony had visited for something so casual. But she found however remarkable that might be swallowed in the bizarreness of what it had come to share. “Every baby is someone else,” Harmony answered. “Another mind, through whatever means. Another history, another set of values and drives. It’s just that the ones you’re used to expecting from your home planet are more tabula rasa then your child here.” The voice sounded only matter-of-fact as it explained, even if its actual words filled Melody with dread.