by S.G. Archer
"The end of the world will not arrive with thunder or divine judgment. It will be delivered in a quarterly report, stamped with an executive signature, and pushed to production on a Friday afternoon." When a pharmaceutical company pushes an unofficial update into the nanites meant to cure degenerative diseases, and heal wounds, things spiral when the nanites becomes stuck in a logic loop, pitting average people against self-replicating machines directed to protect their hosts at all costs. Will humanity survive or will they be replaced and assimilated?
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