Prophet's teeth, thinks Sasha, if it has to be Make Fun of Her Century day, couldn't the universe have picked a topic where she has some expertise?

She recognizes the logo on Istradez's fashion plates, though: the images come from one of the glossy magazines you can get from vending machines, the kind that sell iced tea and packs of seaweed crackers.

The first part of the outfit Istradez specified is a gauzy, drapey tunic. Sasha is pretty sure the fabric is coming out right-- at least, it's stretchy and floppy-- but it's printed with little squares, and what she suspects is a chemical formula.