Later that day Greg looked like a standard issue businessman walking through the San Francisco International Airport. He was dressed in a dark two-piece suit sporting a splashy Jerry Garcia silk tie, carrying a brief case, a carry-on bag, and a cup of Starbucks.
The carry-on and the brief case were pressurized nano-bot dispersal systems crammed with billions of odorless, tasteless, virtually invisible bots. The brief case and the carry-on would never have made it past security, but they didn’t need to. Greg had already reached his destination.
The carry-on and the brief case were pressurized nano-bot dispersal systems crammed with billions of odorless, tasteless, virtually invisible bots. The brief case and the carry-on would never have made it past security, but they didn’t need to. Greg had already reached his destination.
