In the dystopian fantasy of my days, we would each have our own child in the toolshed. For Ursula, of course, we need only one. Not a bad daydream, if you can prevent yourself from drawing the natural comparisons... oh, I do hope this doesn't cause you nightmares.
Miette's Bedtime Story Podcast: Ursula K. LeGuin: The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas