Every time I hear the exploding teeth story, I think about these folks having rotten teeth that are barely holding together, plus the pressure of white cells building up underneath due to infection. It's really a no-brainer, since they all experienced relief after the explosion. Then I try my best to think about something else.
This reminds me of the talk of how many descendants Genghis Khan has. Just because you are a descendant doesn't mean you carry his DNA. After x generations, you officially have x2 ancestors (although some may be repeats), but you only have so many genes. After x generations, there will be one or more ancestors that you carry no genes at all from.
It's a game you can't win. My first daughter's name was a compromise, the only one my husband and I could agree on. We thought it was fairly obscure, but by the time she was three, it was the #1 one girl's name. My second daughter got a classic name I picked twenty years earlier (Daddy relented on that one), but it, too, was the #1 name within a couple of years.
My niece got a very obscure family name that had been used only for men. It was unique until someone famous gave it to their son ten years later.
Star Trek could do anything it wanted by going to another planet, or later by using the holodeck.
My niece got a very obscure family name that had been used only for men. It was unique until someone famous gave it to their son ten years later.