Rotten Row is the worst place we've made. Humankind can travel to the
stars - but only those content to be flung as a data stream through
space, flitting from male to female, dark to fair, one random discard
body to the next. Those who go are the Upshot, rare individuals subject
to their own rigid laws. And then there's Rotten Row. Outcasts in breach
of all codes, in Rotten Row people design their own bodies and sell them
on for re-use after. Outlandish bodies: furred and feathered, winged and
hooved and worse. duLaine is an artist, but all art is about identity.
Where one blurs into the other beyond physical limits and legal
restraint, what is art worth and how can anyone be certain who they are?