Smart Metal
A form of nanites that has no capabilities beyond forming specific shapes and locking into place by forming atomic bonds, which can be released or created on command. The locked shapes are stronger than forged
Yet another indie author blog, but with more dirty jokes
A form of nanites that has no capabilities beyond forming specific shapes and locking into place by forming atomic bonds, which can be released or created on command. The locked shapes are stronger than forged
Another name for nanorobots. Microscopic, robotic devices which can be designed for a wide variety of uses, including manufacturing, weapons systems and medical systems. Most have some computational ability, as well as a connection to
Brain Computer Interface. Despite the name, it is itself, both a computer and the interface, ranging in size from a grain of rice to a small pill which is implanted in the user’s skull, generally
Okay, so after some feedback from a few readers (Yay! I have enough readers to get feedback!) I’ve decided to post the Glossary to my blog. I’m not going to put it all into one
The creature first came when I was 7. It was the night of my birthday, and I had just gotten Barry the Bear that day. He had soft, thick fur, big black eyes and a
Some wonderful person in Australia just purchased a copy of my ebook, and I couldn’t be happier. I hope, whoever you are, that you thoroughly enjoy it. And leave a 5-star review, of course. You’re
Sarisa, from Jerry and the Goddesses Done in Photoshop. I forgot the square glasses that I now picture her wearing all the time.
By Matthew Aadland “YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM GARLAX, THE RENDER OF FLESH, PUNY MORTAL!” My voice echoed off the stone walls. It was a scream of agony, the crack of bones and the rumble of
“Well, bring my grandson with you. We’ll sit out on the porch and tie one on.” Jerry sighed, “Dad, remember what happened the last time?” “Yeah,” I chuckled, “Took ’em about three years to rebuild
“Ah’m gettin’ too ole fer dis shit..” Hopefully, my quiet grumbling didn’t ruin the image I hoped I was presenting as I strode through the rubble that used to be the SouthBank Centre. I stepped