Nick came home to an unusually quiet house and a note on the refrigerator:
Went to dinner and movie with Tanya. After you stop complaining she is too young for me, you can heat something up from the fridge. Hope your pitch went great. Your ever so surprising and agile father.
“Good Lord, does the man ever stop?” Nick said, reaching into what his dad usually called the icebox and found a tray of lasagna. He tossed it in the oven, set the timer, and went into the other room and switched on the TV. He took a sip of his beer and placed it on the table next to the recliner. The Discovery Channel was on, just where his dad had left it. The program was titled “Medical Science and Nanotechnology.”
“In the near future, small robots fueled by the body’s own electrical impulses and current will patrol the body,” said the voiceover. “The hearts of these sentries will be operated by small nanomotors.” The show featured a company called Bio-Tech from Salt Lake City. Nick turned it up and leaned forward.
“We now know that many of the diseases of the human body, such as cancer cells, can be targeted for destruction,” the show’s voiceover continued. “Could this be the next chapter in the war on cancer? We are here with Dr. Henry Shoo, a researcher at Bio-Tech.” Shoo was a pleasant-looking older man of Japanese descent.
Nick thought he looked like Sulu from Star Trek with a few more decades on him. “I hope some will see the technology further