a silent brotherhood of slightly arrogant cradles

Imagine the good old cradle, extinct for a while and now coming back again, stylishly reincarnated in the form of a flawless holding device for ultra-young human bodies. Suddenly all gene sets are displayed with all the respect they deserve, and the ever-present issues of love and control are addressed in the most functional way. It will surely rock offspring gently to sleep. But it will also offer an honourable escape for all ladies and gents for whom parenthood has brought a rude introduction to the boredom of visually humiliating options.