In the not-too-distant future, surgeons have been replaced with nanobots. Specially and specifically programmed Legions, as nanobot groups have come to be called, are tailor made for each patient and prognosis, and success rates are nearly 100%. Cancer is effectively cured. Medical scholars rejoice worldwide as a new generation of humanity is born and raised without disease or disability.
Suddenly, and without warning, the nanobots begin to go rogue. Pioneer medical programmer Dave Hallis is held responsible for the millions of lives lost to Legions that gruesomely turned on their patients mid-procedure. Hallis, who has been out of the business for thirty years since originally developing the nanobot technology, must now seek a way to bring the Legions back under control while simultaneously coming to terms with the global consequences of his failed pet project and bridging the bonds between his estranged family and colleagues.
That actually reminds me of a novella I read in Analog magazine back in the early 90s titled "Incident at the Angel of Boundless Compassion." The story flip-flops between two viewpoints: the doctors, patients and various other authorities in the "outside" world, and the medical nanites - one of whom undergoes what could only be labeled a religious experience and starts a movement among his myriad fellow nanomachines to turn their backs on their existence of drudgery and undertake journeys and pilgrimages within their realm ... which in turn causes the human patient they inhabit to take a turn for the worse. And when these overzealous nanites, determined in the righteousness of their cause, figure out how to jump from person to person to carry on their crusade, they threaten to unleash the nightmare of all technoplagues, drawing in the military and the federal government to stop them.
It truly was a concept worthy of Arthur C. Clarke in his heyday ... which was why I voted for it as best story for that year. Didn't win, though.
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Suddenly, and without warning, the nanobots begin to go rogue. Pioneer medical programmer Dave Hallis is held responsible for the millions of lives lost to Legions that gruesomely turned on their patients mid-procedure. Hallis, who has been out of the business for thirty years since originally developing the nanobot technology, must now seek a way to bring the Legions back under control while simultaneously coming to terms with the global consequences of his failed pet project and bridging the bonds between his estranged family and colleagues.
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That actually reminds me of a novella I read in Analog magazine back in the early 90s titled "Incident at the Angel of Boundless Compassion." The story flip-flops between two viewpoints: the doctors, patients and various other authorities in the "outside" world, and the medical nanites - one of whom undergoes what could only be labeled a religious experience and starts a movement among his myriad fellow nanomachines to turn their backs on their existence of drudgery and undertake journeys and pilgrimages within their realm ... which in turn causes the human patient they inhabit to take a turn for the worse. And when these overzealous nanites, determined in the righteousness of their cause, figure out how to jump from person to person to carry on their crusade, they threaten to unleash the nightmare of all technoplagues, drawing in the military and the federal government to stop them.
It truly was a concept worthy of Arthur C. Clarke in his heyday ... which was why I voted for it as best story for that year. Didn't win, though.
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