Pixel Bailey ponders the phenomenon of avatar pregnancy and prim-babies.

Every now and then, someone's pregnancy script gets annoying at a live venue, so I rez up a prim named "Crap Mariner's Stomach" and stick in a talker so I can have it announce that it's revolted at the weirdos, ready to heave up all over the floor, etc.

At the end:

I still think there's a market here somewhere for an SL abortion clinic

My build on Collins was originally meant as a storefront for my podcast and a backalley abortion clinic, but it ended up as a torture chamber.

The Robo-Mohel, however, is still on the drawing board. I figure a kiosk with a hole in it waist-high should work, toss in a circular saw sound... perfect!