It was a beautiful day in the park, perfect for the technology fair. Colorful booths decorated with balloons and colorful signs proclaimed a plethora of innovative technologies. Perhaps the most ground-breaking technology belonged to Jeremy. Unfortunately, due to his poor social skills, few people stopped for long at his very bland booth. There was also a very large hole in the sidewalk beside the booth that made everyone avoid the whole area.
Elvis O’Mara was a Texas oil man with a curious nature and a boisterous demeanor. These two personality traits in tandem made him rich. They also got him into occasional trouble. He stepped up to Jeremy’s booth, snakeskin boots banging on the sidewalk. He said, “What ya’ll got goin’ here, son?”
Jeremy barely paused to look up. “Nanotechnology.”
Jeremy grimaced. “Microscopic robots, too small for the eye to see.”
“What’re they for?”
Jeremy still didn’t look up. Instead, he kept tapping away at his tablet. “Just about anything. There’s many kinds of nanites, but the most basic are assemblers and disassemblers. Assemblers are the most difficult to program. They can build almost anything and they make it atom by atom. Disassemblers can take anything apart, atom by atom.”
Elvis snorted. “Sounds like it takes a long time to work.”
“It’s actually very fast. Let me demonstrate.” Jeremy held up a small steel cylinder. He placed the cylinder on the table and dispensed a drop of bluish fluid on top. “There’s millions of disassemblers in that drop. Some comprise a tiny wifi transceiver that connects to my tablet here. Okay, I have a connection. I’m instructing the nanites to drill a hole through the cylinder.” He paused for an instant. “Done!”
Elvis picked up the cylinder and grimaced. “But it’s just a tiny hole. What good is it?”
“Incredible accomplishments often come from small things,” noted Jeremy.
“Harumph!” snorted Elvis. “In my business, big holes mean big money. “I’m sorry son, but yer tiny gizmos make me laugh .” He pointed to the big hole in the sidewalk. “I’d need a hole like that one. I’m still trying to figure out why it’s there.”
Jeremy peered. “Oh that? That was where the last guy was standing.”
“What last guy?”
Jeremy connected a sprayer to his bottle of nanites. “The last guy who laughed at my nanites.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. A weekly writing challenge for flash fiction based upon a picture prompt. The photo above is this week’s prompt. Look here to see the stories other folks wrote: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/11/01/sunday-photo-fiction-november-1st-2015/