“I like the taste of home-grown tomatoes,” I tell him. “Ones at the Safeway taste like wallpaper.”
“But nano won’t make tomatoes that taste processed,” he says in that way that men like to correct women. “That machinery will make the best tomatoes this town ever tasted.”
“Well, I hope you’re right.” Then Will and Kimee spilled their fight out through the screen door into the back yard, and Jackie started whimpering on his blanket, and I didn’t have no time for any nanomachinery.
Rated R. Contains violence, brief sexual violence, and minor profanity.
“The Coming Technological Singularity,” by Vernor Vinge