Angela’s mother takes her to a support group—Children of the Post-Contemporary, aka the
Doxies—where the children reluctantly talk about what it’s like to have various
futuristic features and a father from the future.
She was a walking paradox, her mother said. And she must never make waves, never draw
attention, never accomplish something or participate or pop her head out, for even a
second. If she changed the future, her father might not exist, and neither would she.