Let us imagine: You and I are both immortal space-entities who watch the world and humanity. You're Uatu the Watcher, and I'm your colleage Egma the Watcher. One day, we're watching a maternity ward in a large, prestigious hospital. As we watch a brand-new mother joyously cradle her minutes-old baby, you mention that you also observed the mother being some thirty-odd years prior. Thus inspired, I make you a bet. You get to pick ten babies born in the hospital that day. For each one that gives birth during its life, I'll give you three hundred quatloos. For each one that doesn't, you'll owe me three hundred quatloos. One could buy a lot of nice stuff with three hundred quatloos, and you could bag as many as three thousand.

Is there perhaps no word that would describe the babies you choose? They're all going to have something in common, aren't they? You tell us what you want to call it.