Friday, February 29, 2008 . 10:14 PM

Prelogue****
The man smiled and shook the opponent's hand after the competition. I, the cameraman, zoomed in on the hand by accident. Meant to point it at the face. But it proved to be just as well, annyway. Before my eyes the man disintegrated. He stll looked human but his whole body seemed to be fizzling. Tiny dots were jumping onto his opponent and the narest people. I stumbled back and ran out of the Games as fast as I could.
That was the start of the Nanowars. A war between the creation and the creator. Nanobots and humans.

Chapter 1****
It all started with a scientist. Somehow most stories involve super brains. I wonder why. Anyway, this scientist was researching on nanoparticles. Suddenly it dawned on him that if he created a nanobot which could live inside humans, reproduce and unblock cholosterol-laden arteries, it would benifit humankind. Alot.
The scientist, Mr. David Blane, walled himself up in his laboratory and spent many a night using a handheld device(which sent signals to a robot which mimicked his every move) to try and position his nanobot component in the exact position.

Mr. David Blane had inherited a vast fortune from his father very recently. Mr. David Blane S.R was a banker, stockbroker (the legal one) and real estate dabbler. His lucky dabblings, investments and job reaped some few million pounds for his family, out of which most went to his only child.

The recluse scientist lived far away from the UK, only going back to celebrate Christmas every year. His home was in the Bahamas. A cosy little island, with wife and children and his beloved laboratory.

After a year's worth of working away at the damned nanobot he finally created two working ones. They were only visible through his electron microscope and were made up of metal parts a few atoms thick. Elated, the man continued and produced thousands more. He packed them into vacumed plastic bags, each containing precisely a thousand. Just right for an adult human. The bots could last for ever, if the bodies they resided in could last that long.

He hired a company to advertise his product to medical companies. At the current point he had spent about a tenth of his inheritance on that already. His wife looked on with disapproval, then went back to relaxing in the spa.

Like his father David Blane j.r was reaping the fruits of his hard work. He had patented his idea, although inferior companies tried to mimic his. However he made a seal on the packet which was so sophisticated that no-one else could copy it. He had thought of everything beforehand.

David Blane the millionaire was now a multimillionaire. The cash kept rolling in and he bought the surrounding islands as tourist resorts(to keepp earning more?!) and one to protect the wildlife. After all, one had to give back to society.

Chapter 2*****
David Blane went on to develop smarter nanobots as the next decade flitted by. Now they were like smart viruses which used a very small amount of human blood to reproduce and for a energy sourse. It became more organic than tiny pieces of metal as the nanobot actually broke into a living cell to reproduce. However the organic nanobot performed much better than its predecessor. And people were not complaining, they were much healthier, and Mr. Blane earned more than ever.

After several years of peace and contentment David Blane's whole name came crumbling down.

(This is not complete; anyway the entire thing looks like crap. I could configure it to be an autobiography of the photographer.)