the hallway.
âShhh!â
âWhat? Thereâs nobody here.â
âI know. Itâs kind of scary.â I grabbed his hand.
âOuch,â he said.
âOuch?â
âYour fingers are digging into me.â
Boys are weird.
I said, âYou know what would be exciting?â
âA self-replicating nanobot?â
âNo. The theater. With nobody in it. Except us.â
âWhy would that be exciting?â
âIt just would.â I pulled him toward the theater entrance. Rather to my surprise, he followed. I pushed the door open and we stepped inside. The door swung shut behind us.
It was completely, totally black.
âWow,â Billy said. âThis is cool!â
What I had in mind: the two of us, sitting cozily in an empty theater, looking up at the empty stage, with no sound but our own breathing. I thought it would be exciting in a romantic sort of way.
Utter, mind-numbing blackness is not romantic.
âI donât like this,â I said darkly.
âThen why did you drag me in here?â
âNever mind.â I backed up until my butt hit the door and pushed back through into the hallway. âCome on,â I said. âGrey goo awaits.â
35
Nanobots
The Flinkwater High School nanotech laboratory was not a serious ACPOD-level research facility, but it was advanced way beyond an Easy-Bake Oven and a couple of test tubes. We had a sterile build-box with a digital electron microscope, and a set of computer-assisted hydrogen-fiber waldoes that could manipulate matter on a near-molecular level.
âWhy is the professor working here at the school?â I asked. âDoesnât he have access to the ACPOD labs?â
âHe quit ACPOD a few months ago,â Billy said. âHe said he didnât like what they were doing to animals over in Area Fifty-One.â
The door to the nanolab was locked, as usual. Billy pressed the buzzer. Nobody answered.
âThatâs strange,â Billy said. âHe told me heâdbe here.â He pulled something out of his pocket. It looked like a deck of miniature playing cards.
âWhat are those for?â I asked.
âKey cards,â he said as he sorted through them.
âThatâs a lot of key cards.â
âYou never know when you might have to open something. This one is the key to my dadâs office. And this one is the bank.â
âThe bank ?â
âYeah. Hereâs the key to the police station, and this oneâs the master key for all the school locks. Watch.â
He swiped the key across the sensor. The nanolab door opened with a sucking, hissing sound. The high school nanotech lab might not be a serious research facility, but it still had some serious safety featuresâlike negative air pressure and a pneumatically sealed doorâto ensure that no rogue nanobots escaped.
Inside the lab the air felt still and dead.
âProfessor Little?â Billy called out.
Silence.
âWeird.â
The build-box display was turned on. Billy sat down at the controls and zoomed in on the imageâa glass petri dish containing a reddish, gooey-Âlooking ball no larger than a pea.
The build-box controller had a seat largeenough to accommodate two people, like a love seat, only without the arms, back, and cushions. Okay, like a bench. I sat down beside Billy. Our shoulders were touching. He didnât seem to notice.
He zoomed in some more. âLook, theyâre moving.â
The surface of the ball of red goo was shifting and writhing in a most unsettling way.
âThose are nanobots?â I asked.
âYeah. Probably about a million of them.â
âHow many would it take to remove a mole?â
âIn theory, only one, because theyâre self-Âreplicating. The idea is that you put a smear of bots on a mole. The bots recognize the abnormal flesh and start to absorb it while reproducing themselves. When they run out of mole
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