“Hell . . . it means we’re scared. We’re afraid of the little machines.” Gabriel grimaced. “We keep nano confined so it won’t get loose. It does things to your body, it fixes damage inside your cells, but it doesn’t do anything we don’t program it to do. It doesn’t rebuild your skull and brain, or line your knee joints with carbon fibers, or build a better kidney, or any of the craziness—” He made himself stop talking. Then, “if we can keep it docile, it keeps us from dying.
