When Frogs Grow Feet

The year is 2.ott.15 (2015)...By four-thirty the fog had finally begun to lift from its three-day hold on southeast Michigan, and rather than wallow in self-pity, Malcolm George decided he'd give Keisha time to hitchhike her way back into the city. Staying home, he conceded, would not rid him of feeling like a fool, as opposed to someone trained to keep track of the states population of Un-aborted babies...At fifteen years of age, Keisha of course was hardly a baby. "Un-aborted babies" was just what they were called or UAB's for short. As a society of the twenty first century, America had little desire to deal with these kids who were fast becoming another ugly pimple on its public face. It was a blemish America would prefer to ignore but difficult to do when the youth detention centers all over the country were overflowing with the UAB, or so it seemed.Like most of her kind, who'd been adjudicated as a delinquent, Keisha Jones had committed a string of petty thefts and, as a constant runaway, she seemed naturally incorrigible. With a history of going A-WOL and a knack for committing petty larceny, Keisha was just the latest hardcore case assigned to Probation Officer Malcolm George. No one knew what to do with these kids.The Un-aborted was the most recent juvenile delinquent problem from which the country was reeling. And since the first ones had reached their mid-teens, there was already an anxiety spreading through the criminal justice system over what it would mean when they reach the age of majority. A quarter-million strong, and growing, it was for certain they would impact the social order of things, if for no other reason than because of who they were and the struggle that had proceeded them into existence.